celiaworldbooks

[celiaworldbooks]

Life is immortal, immoral, and I cannot die.

Life is cruel, merciless, ruthless, and it is my only purpose.

Life is reckless, painful, hurtful, and it is my only love.

Life is dark and light, and yet each other they will embrasse.

Life is short, its length measured in loves and lost, and I am already old and young.

Love is not life, yet yours left me bare of any that used to live in me, hand in hand they left me.

Life is ephemeral and eternal. I will remember you for a time that time itself won't be knowing. I will pray your name at my final judgment, in a final defense to save my soul, a prayer for my heaven and to god. I will bear this life and bore the scars proudly, swaying, showing the world I have been loved by you. God, I know will punish me for it. For the too great love I devoted and devote to you.For my eyes worshipping you, for making you my religion and my angel.For making you my savior and heaven.For you were my life.

-celiabooksworld

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[celiaworldbooks]

In the dark days, the profane nights and virtuous prayers, flourished in me a hope who became echoes in the hollow flesh that was my tomb.Oh God, let me perish in the paths you have defended.Your creation is flawed and miserable, send her back to the sky, on this earth chaos she sows.

I implored the humanity of humans, in vain, for of this earth we made our hell, of my hurt I created my end, for I made the same .

I'll ask the angels one last time, "Where are you? Why didn't you protect me? Are you nothing but God's servants? Oh, what a disaster I'll cry out to the stars !

-celiabooksworld

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[celiaworldbooks]

Dans les jours obscurs, les profanes nuits et vertueuses prières, naissait en moi un espoir qui devenait échos dans la chair creuse qui était tombeau.Oh Dieu, laisse-moi périr dans les chemins que tu as défendus.Ta création est défectueuse et malheureuse, renvoi la dans le ciel, sur cette terre le chaos elle sème.

J'implorais l'humanité des humains, de cette terre nous avons fait notre enfer.Je demanderai une dernière fois aux anges "Où êtes-vous, ne m'avez- vous protegé, n'êtes -vous que serviteurs de dieu "?Oh quel désastre je crierais aux astres !

-celiabooksworld

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[celiaworldbooks]

Change is a grave where memories lie.

Present stands over it, fumbling to see the light, to see the sky, to not fall into it. For present is an old widow, a grieving parent, an abandoned child.

At night change seems to be alive, it sings melancholia and adventures of lost loves. Souvenirs dance with it like stardust spirits, tears fall for it like leaves dying.

For change is the love we refuse to forget, for it is a mother childless.

At night change is a fathom haunting every mind that has been left wandering unmonitored, all thoughts that have been hidden away like a clandestine life.It is our own soul haunting us.

It is a ghost trying desperately to reach the living, it screams and wails, it is all the cries of the dead.It rips appart, pinning with nails, scratching the earth searching for something long lost.

It is agony, it is resent and above all it is brought back to life, living vicariously through love and pain.

It is a lover that we cherish but cannot keep for it is as cruel as time, soulmate they are.It is grief, a moment that refused to die but is defeated by its own nature.It is a little girl begging to grow up and a mother praying for time to slow down.

It is bones scatterred on infested grounds.It is sadness that is immortal.Yet it is not eternity and it won't keep us from lying one day in that same grave.

-celiabooksworld

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[celiaworldbooks]

Divine comedy, atrocious sweet creatures,

I shall need a favour, for I burned this theatre to ashes with tears, for tragedies were the only plays.

All seeing spectators, take a seat, you must judge me.

Bitter earth, twin of hell, I shall bid goodbye with sincerity and dread.

For my last words, none apologies nor a pardon will appear, out of fine air demons should come to seize me.

Eternal damnation awaits me, resentful I should stay.I will be joyful to see the endings and happy to forget time, to forgive love with no tomorrow or heartbeats.

This spectacle is soon gonna leave and turned into a circus, my cage oppress me, but captors for you none peace can exist.

- celiaworldbooks

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[celiaworldbooks]

Dear mother am I the line between love and hate ?

- celiaworldbookd

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[celiaworldbooks]

You are life and I ‘m not scared to grow old anymore with you by my side.

I will cherish this feeling like a child.

I have already loved you for a few years my dear. Suddenly we are no longer kids and time is rushing like a lover losing interest .

- celiaworldbooks

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[celiaworldbooks]

Poetry will kill me and I’m like any other poet.

I’m not even the best among the worst, my sadness has no worth like she has no cause, she is useless

(I ´m mediocre at best )

- celiaworldbooks

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[celiaworldbooks]

Dear mother do you like me ?Do you resent me ?

Dear mother do you love me or do you hate me ?

Dear mother am I the step between love and hate ?

(I just want to know if you really love me or if you hate me and yourself for the regrets you carry )

- celiaworldbooks

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