Better days come with dreams of a surprise sent by God. I will love Him forever— He is the hope I carry through life. I will withstand the negative, and when my time comes, He alone will judge me.

Don’t hold me down when trouble comes again. Don’t try to save what was always meant to happen. Don’t charm me with your magical love — it won’t be enough fi re to keep me warm. It’s in your voice  that I may fall once more, drifting into that familiar spell called love. The fault was never in our words; it was the distance  that dimmed our meaning. Love faded quietly,  like sunlight slipping through clouds —  and only the sun remembers how to rise above.

Found in astonishment, seek happiness — this is the sensation of a new generation. Something in the near future, beginning with love, spreading even peace, from rights to wrongs. Not a complication — just the intensity of effort and purpose from every human and creature. Believe toward a dream; the illusion of greatness is reachable. The impossible is nothing. Take a stand to make society better. Differences break many apart, yet bring change in unseen forms. Never ventured,

August 8, 2007 A bit nostalgic, while thoughts pile up in my head — random distractions scatter through the quiet. It’s late, but writing calms the hurting as I pour my heart onto paper, words stitched together for peace. Music becomes my medicine, and it plays softly through the day. A rush of happiness shoots through me with memories. What drives me now is the need — the want — to save, to repair the Integra, to learn how to drive stick shift. Work has been good; I’ve made

The lies — they had to surface, to whoever it matters. I allowed it to continue, for those who take advantage of my pain. Discomfort rises in my throat as I sit here, wishing to tell you my pain and the feelings of the situation you’ve put me in. It’s too bad — it seems we keep on fighting. Maybe it’s a sign that our love isn’t meant to continue, because miscommunication always stands in the way. I’m reaching the point of breaking down, because the fear of breaking free can’t

August 22, 2007 You hurt me. I’m already hurt. Inside, I’m crying for love. You hurt me. Words mean nothing — they’re wrong. I cry, and I’m allowing it. A reason for me to live life with no one by my side. In misery, I cry — I cry every night now. Mistakes had to happen with those involved, and still, I continue to allow you and them to hurt me.

Purple, red — defining our colors, to get lost in desperation of red being purple, purple being red in your eyes. For me, your perfect size, with wrong seams here and there, yet colors give lifeness to our time. To you, colors are only differences — mixed each day, keeping their complications. At least one true color is present when it shades your eyes to keep your warmth. One another, with bodies intact, colors are less once love hits upon our sense. Imperfections can be liv

What has come of me? What do I say? My heart is broken in a million pieces, the roses keep dying, love fails. Fragility comes to my senses. I try to bring up once upon a time — there is where healing is hard to find. I’m afraid. The continuity of walking with my shadow prevents me from feeling alive. What has come of me? Tears ponder on my face. Ears around me never listen, eyes seem to follow. That’s when love is not present — love fails. I don’t know. What do I say? The sim

I commit to follow You, I commit to follow this faith. I believe in You, believe that we can grow. Without You, I don’t know how I can be. To forgive those who have done wrong, but also to pass hope, faith, and love to everyone. The strength You have given me has helped me turn into the person I want to be. Escritora Ileana

I wish I could be somewhere else, I long to know how it feels this thing called happiness, now a dream, day by day out of my reach. The complexity of this moment is too intense. Clouds of sadness now settle upon my brown eyes.   I've completely lost the sense of what I'm fighting for. Who will come for me? I am drowning, completely devoid of affection. I only wish someone, just one person, knew. If only you knew what it means to live a day being Ileana,   then you would fina

G ive to everyone, I ntake all the problems in. L augh our problems out, E njoy each other's company. S acred each day we live.

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