XxbloodykissesXx's blog: "My Poems:"

Sleepless nights, full of painful sorrows, like there's no tomorrow... many a dreams shattered like an arrow to my heart. Thoughts, looks, stares, voices, they're all here...they won't go away, they won't leave me alone.The stars start to shimmer, and with the moon as bright as can be, it begins lighting the darkest of nights...And as the crisp, cold air gently brushes through,the creatures of the night start to venture.The night soon begins to fill with fear, it is overcome with deceit and whispers of the gentle breeze of sleepless nights. By:Edith Gonzlav 2/3/06

I'm bored, I'm tired, feeling stressed out, I'm fed up with everything going on. No, you don't seem to understand, you don't really care. You say you are here for me, yet I feel so alone... I want to scream, but somehow, I seem to have forgotten how. How I got this way, nobody knows... but, who really cares? I'm here, come back...set me free. I'm so invisible, I want to cry. Set me free, let me go... like a dove in the sky. Soon enough you will have forgotten me. Seems just like yesterday. It's not important, I'm already gone, I feel so invisible... Set me free, Set me free. By: Edith Gonzlav 2/3/06 Note: I was really depressed when I wrote this one...

Sick of crying, tired of trying, yeah i'm smiling...but, inside i'm dying... By: Edith Gonzlav 5/17/06

Beginning to end, end to beginning. Together in my dreams, you say-- Don't tell me you don't love me... You whisper this ever so softly, I feel you near me... Your touch is as soft as that of a rose petal, yet, so inviting. Your kiss is delicate, yet so intense. And, as you begin to stare, it seems an Absolute Eternity. When will this extreme fascination turned to obsession about me end?!?! You are always around me... I hear you, I see you, I feel you... Is it my imagination, can it truly just be a dream? I can no longer tell between reality and what I think reality is... It has long been distorted by much pain and suffering, I can no longer fend to what I have to attend... It's what you've exposed. My beginning is your end, and your end is my beginning. This is my world and what it revolves around... like a routine it seems. What I am, what I can be, and, what I become will remain a mystery that will only allure you, and, aggravate you....of that, I can assure you. I can simply say-- No one will truly know the mystery within me... By: Edith Gonzlav 8/22/06