Pretending, Let the wrath, The Last Time We Said Goodbye,Eternal Happiness, and Time To Live by Teresita Blanco
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Pretending
by Teresita Blanco
Pretending that all is right
is how we survive in life.
Pretending that we wield might
That’s how we console our desolate cry.
Never beholding the truth in sight
always preferring delusional light.
Let the wrath
by Teresita Blanco
by Teresita Blanco
Let the wrath
of insanity
take me ablaze
from this futility .
Let it burn
all doubts with in.
Let it purge
All my reasoning.
Let it torch
all the pain
that I carry in…
open way
to disdain.
Let it burn
all the compassion within.
Time to purge
the sound of reasoning.
Let the wrath
take my humanity.
Let it take
all that I see!
The Last Time We Said Goodbye
In times, let us awaken,
for us to say goodbye,
now it is my time
to breathe in this lie.
Let us return
to the time we awoke
from this infantile lie,
to witness our cry of anguish .
Let us extinguish
all hopes of being relinquished;
from the pain we wore
that night we swore
never to take up vengeance
on those that took our patience.
Never to expose
the pain in our soul.
No one can ever know
the pain that we wore
the last time we said goodbye.
Eternal Happiness
by Teresita Blanco
by Teresita Blanco
Eternal happiness was promised
when we took our first steps
into the land of promise;
the one crafted
by the maternal warmth .
As time passes,
Our eyes opened
Revealing our true worth.
Let us return
to that oblivious day.
Let us unfold
the lie we came to gain.
Eternal bliss
was within our grasp
when we took our first step.
It was ,by us, created
to hold the ordeal at bay.
Eternal happiness
could be granted,
if we stillborn
our breaths in this day.
Do not discard hope
eternal happiness
can be regain.
Let us fight for it.
Let us search for it.
To ease pain,
to gain faith.
Let us be!
Let us be!
Eternally happy,
eternally blissful.
Time To Live
by Teresita Blanco
Drenched with blood and sin
it lingers ,death, within;
As we walk forward
we step over innocent’s dreams.
Drenched with tears and screams
we bend over to hide our cries.
Drenched with woes and pleas
we reach toward the heavens
trying to grasp childish dreams.
If we struggle, we rise up
only to gaze behind
and witness our sacrifice.
The things we surrendered
to make our name suffice.
Time to struggle,
Time to live.
Ill repaid was our life,
Our sin!!
Copyright Teresita Blanco
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