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A Poem by Victoria Magana

He can sit there,

Joking joking joking,

All the while you are,

Dying dying dying,

On the opposite side of the screen,


Had promised you that you would be together,

Lifted your hopes,

Only to crush them as your face light's up,

Like a candle during a midnight mass,

Performed by those who have no faith,

Whose love died with a single phrase,


"I love you....but..."


The anger shifts your moods,

Like a biological gear shift,

But he doesn't care,

Oh no,

Cares oh so much for his "Princess",



That's what he called you...


But now it is no more.


In the dead of night you surf through binary,

unable to sleep,

To eat,

To care,

Unable to do much except breathe air

And even that is a chore,


You laugh all you want in the night,


"I don't miss him, it's alright."

Then look at his myspace...

Look at her pictures...

Compare yourself,


Feel, the death ,of your cold hard soul,

Reverberate like the string of a piano,

When the key is struck,

Down so violent,

The tuning can be heard in the back of your mind,


And what kills you the most...

Is that through it all...

You still wait for him to come back...

You make up lies about her,

To make that breaking feeling die just a bit,

When in truth,

You really like her,

She is a decent friend,


Then lay to sleep,

To be refreshed and well,

When all along,

You Reign in your own Hell.


© 2008 Victoria Magana

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to reign in one's own hell, you capture the effect of emotional turmoil
with stunning depth, and feature, heartfelt, I thoroughly enjoyed reading this.

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Added on August 27, 2008


Victoria Magana
Victoria Magana

Everett, WA

Goodness I need a new description, but what do I write.... more..