Sonnet 013

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I love you, as I adore the heaven.

With its cottony clouds or clearest hue,

It speaks plainly of your sweet innocence –

thoughtful and gentle, affection so true.

I love you, as I admire the rainbow,

with its remarkable color of you.

Stubborn red, sad blue or cheery yellow –

each day with you is always fresh and new.

I love you, as breathing is essential,

without you there is nothing to live on.

No joy, but emptiness a potential.

For soul will stray, heart will turn into stone.

My little love, yet my life and my world.

A mortal love, I shall resist to hold.

© Phoenix Montoya @ August 12, 2011

'In time, they are all meant to go.'

I Stand Alone

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A smiling face,

your invitation.

I let you have my faith,

my salutation.

Your sweet gesture,

it has lured me so -

heed your every lecture,

denied you as low.

Thus, your secret -

uncovered, exposed.

Sadly I must forget,

lies that I believed.

I stand alone -

today, tomorrow.

As I’m away from home,

such cure for my sorrow.

Never to trust,

for my feelings sake.

No more ill, broken heart,

no more lies to take.

I stand alone -

tomorrow, today.

As I get closer home,

peace of mind, I pray.

Ill fate for us,

Farewell my dear friend

Alas, silence – a curse!

It must come to end.

© Phoenix Montoya @ August 12, 2011

'Flying solo again.'

Make It Happen

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Day and night she prayed -

Solemnly, looked up above.

Still, she was ignored.

Maybe she should plead out loud?

She wanted to be an actress,

but, too shy to stand out bold. 

So, she stayed inside her fortress,

hoped for a clap from the world.

She sobbed and she wished,

begged faithfully and louder.

Pleas will be received,

she said her prayers longer.

Hence, poor girl’s prayers have been heard,

for her good daughter, God came.

He hoped for her to have courage,

make her first step for her dream.

© Phoenix Montoya @ June 6, 2011

'God helps those who help themselves.'

Heaven's Promise

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Her tears wouldn’t stop.
The decision was in her hands.
She’s helpless… confused,
as she watches a loved one dies.

She loathed the fact.
Yet, she must face it and accept.
A real dead-end.
She only wished, she wasn’t there.

She hated herself,
to think its all for the best.
She loves him so much.
to see him in pain, an ill luck.

She cries, stares outside,
beyond the clearest glass-window.
She looks at the sky,
orange and violet colors.

Such beautiful sight!
Amazing… delightful picture.
More pain-stabs in her heart.
But then, her mind begins to clear.

She silently prays,
lets go of her precious father.
God will be with him.
No more suffering in heaven.

by MMV Abad @ January 8, 2010

'Been crying again.'