334. Night Dreams

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The foggy night is cool and glistens,

With the rains of yesterday,

And I find myself saddened again,

By the loneliness of it’s gray.

Yet, I know this is my hour of choice.

The peaceful and tranquil hour,

When most humans are found fast asleep,

And I feel most safe within my tower…

To look out into the universe,

And wish upon a star or moon,

For their beauty to become an eternal song,

So I may forever hum out their tune.

I long to stay and sing out,

Into the silence of eternity;

Though it makes me sad to be alone,

It’s far better with no company.

The stars will hear and twinkle bright,

And the moon will brightly beam.

No matter how dark and lonely the night,

It still can feel like a dream.

I’ve yet to meet one human being,

Who cares to hear my song or voice;

Instead my voice is ripped from me,

And the soul is left no choice…

It runs away and hides behind,

Cordialities and facades.

The body lingers devoid of life,

At the edge of gambled-odds.

There is no dream unbroken by,

The realities of humankind.

Will we ever be safe in each other’s arms,

Or truly understand another’s mind?

Until that day or maybe never,

I will hope and dream at night.

Alone I will sing to the distant moon,

And when tears fall they’ll express the flight,

Of my soul into the skies.

K. Aldaya, 2/25/16

Picture: Artist Unknown; http://www.playbuzz.com/shira10/22-unbelievable-facts-about-the-human-body-that-will-blow-your-mind

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332. Drama Queen

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Drama is your middle name,

And Queen’s your sur-title.

You play folks like a fiddle, dear.

Reigning unopposed is vital.

If anyone dares compete,

For your title or your fame,

You enforce that no one cares at all…

Life goes on just the same;

Then switch to a better topic:

How much harder your life is…

How kind you are to grant an ear,

To pathetic and weak misses.

You broke a nail yesterday.

Why is no one crying?

You looked quite pale just last week.

Shouldn’t someone be dying…

To ask about you and offer pity?

To mourn your bitter fate?

Commoners don’t have a coffer so deep,

And full of needs so great!

You think: “How dare their selfish tears reveal your painted roses.

Your roses should be a bloody red.

How dare their pain betray your position.

Off with their head!”

K. Aldaya, 2/13/16

Picture: Artist Unknown; http://weheartit.com/entry/34173206

331. Bitter Reminiscence

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How did the dreams of youth become,

So deep a pain inside?

How did I become so numb,

To the dreams once held with pride?

My dreams were once everything;

They helped me to cope,

And with every song that I would sing,

I’d feel a renewed hope.

How is it what once brought joy,

Brings now only pain?

The songs of youth soft and coy,

Sound out now as a bitter refrain.

I can not help how I feel.

I can’t change what’s happened;

Yet I sometimes still wonder how it would feel,

To have followed those dreams to the end.

K. Aldaya, 2/5/16

Picture: Artist Unknown; http://www.iamjoelbrown.com/motivation/16-reasons-why-its-so-important-to-follow-your-dreams/

330. Lolita

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I like cake, and I like candy.

Blades for cutting wrists are handy.

I like treats, and I like frosting.

No one knows what childhood’s costing.

I like balloons, and I like games.

Obligatory silence maims.

I like dolls, and I like tea-time;

And touching children is a crime.

I like toys, and I like cupcakes.

This world is full of frauds and fakes.

I like pink, and I like parties;

And rapists rape children with ease.

I like frills, and I like laces.

Shut the door and close the cases.

I like carousels.  I like bows…

Scarred-wrists dressed in lolita clothes.

I like teddies and lullabies…

For they cover the shame-filled cries,

Of innocence’s homicide.

K. Aldaya, 1/20/16

Picture: By milk-rose on Tumblr; http://milk-rose.tumblr.com/post/21632099649