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| As in the first page, this one is dedicated to 3 people; Michael Courtemanche, David Proven, and Drew McMurry. Mike and Dave because of their endless friendship and understanding... and Andy for being the only person to ever put up with me for this long! I love you all. |
I Gave It My Best Shot I know sometimes I don't make sense and that I can be aggravating. I know I tell you to be careful and not to mess around... You mean the world to me. I'm sorry I try to talk to you and be your best friend... I'm sorry you hate my pep-talks... they'll stick with you �til the end. I'm sorry I agitated you when I tried to help your grades in school. I'm sorry you can't listen long enough to understand your friends because you're too pig-headed. I don't care if you care or not or if I really piss you off... I know you deserved my all, so I gave it my best shot. I help you because I love you, and I listen because I care... Sometimes you don't know I'm standing there. I'm always going to care for you whether you give a damn or not. I'm sorry I couldn�t help you more... I gave it my best shot. 12-26-95 Dalila Veiga Raging thoughts before arrival... While traveling on a highway to sadness, rain-heavy clouds explode in a tragic breakdown. -Half-stripped trees salute the streets towards a dreary darkness. -Frigid air chills my blood; disabling my consciousness. -Long, delicately curled locks sway calmly in the wind of drastic change. -Signs pass with an exquisite flash of brightness; The unbearable dreams so anxiously awaited... -A crazed fog droops over the dim horizon -Leafy greens lose their shape while weakened words lose their meaning. -Iridescent streets glimmer with the loving reflection of the bulbs above. -The affectionate, misguided caress of a loved one... desperately trying to believe. -The sadness of life chains horrid anguish to our souls like the weight of a corrupt and corroding Earth -Harmony attacks my emotions, creating sharp needles against my spine. -A sadly misguided kiss... -Sweet memories seem vivid like thick red petals strune upon a river bank The high-wire snaps, hurling me towards the ground. -A cold misunderstood heart desperately wishing to cope... -Yearning to be free... reunited... compromised -No one ever revels in the darkness. 9-16-96 Dalila Veiga I Remember... It's been a while since I've seen you last. I long to see your smile. The fun we had and the times we've shared I never will forget. Our love was no secret to the world. On a bridge in the rain we had our understandings. In your house on your couch... crying while watching a movie. On the floor in my basement... where we both know you did the right thing. I am conscious of your consideration and full of sorrow from your sudden departure. Your sweet touch I shall always remember, and as for you... try not to forget me. 6*22*96 Dalila Veiga An Eternity Of Days Concentration broken: A deafening silence. Warm words spoken... Unsuccessful defiance. Through passing time, Like a red, red rose. It's like a sign that my soul may transpose. Would you forgive me If I smile? Lets run away and talk a while. If I ask you, will you say? Is it okay to fall for you? Stand beside me every day. To me, will you be true? 3-27-96 3-27-96 Dalila Veiga Truth hurts, doesn�t it? Life is a 2 by 2 by 8 room with no doors or windows. The only light and life you have is a box of matches. Every time you screw up, you light one and blow it out. That box sure is getting light, huh? Whenever a match is extinguished, the room fills with smoke and you have less and less oxygen; killing yourself slowly by making stupid decisions and mistakes. So what do you have left? A pile of useless twigs, a half-empty box and minus ten minutes of air before you suffocate on your own ignorance. Isn�t life ironic? It�s always been said that you learn from your mistakes. The truth is you take away from your own sanity every time the wood burns and away from your life when the smoke hits your nose. 11-19-97 Dalila Veiga | ||||||||||||||||
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Feed The Flame Tell me; Do you understand what it means to care? To put yourself at risk, and listen with your mind. Tell me; Do you understand what it means to cherish? To hold the world within your soul and care for it as well. Tell me; Do you understand what it means to love? To place yourself in someone�s hands and believe the words they speak. To argue with all your might, to keep the sacred bond. To see the spark of care ignite, and forever feed the flame. 2-3-97 Dalila Veiga At Last One drop long awaited splashes onto my face almost as if I produced it tingling my flesh relieving although confusing at last proving my hope as real and life worth the wait bringing truth and reality to a dream surprising satisfying and fulfilling my phobia of heights 10-11-97 Dalila Veiga A PAGE WITHIN MY MIND Hypocrites as loyal friends who think they�re always right. Lonely tears fall to the ground throughout a dreadful night. If you know me like you say, why do I stray from youth? Lies you believe satisfy your guilty realm of truth. Sense my pain endured through a glance into my eyes. Two years older than before with knowledge from the wise. No loved ones to call my own. No parents guiding me. Given no chance to prove worthy... no chance to be free. 5-7-97 Dalila Veiga | I've been writing since the end of sixth grade. This page contains 15 poems spanning from then to present day. | ||||||||||||||||
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| Sarah McLachlan is my idol, and she has been an exquisite inspiration to me. I am a musician of sorts, and her music has gotten me through several nights. |
But yet you will not say... I loved you with all my heart... my soul mate you became. You deserted me in hell; now life is notthe same. Selfishly, without a word; docking me at bay... You didn�t tell me why you left... but yet you will not say. 12\27\95, 8-14-97, 11-5-97 Dalila Veiga The Return... It didn�t take you long to come crawling back to me. Something�s changed inside of you; Renewed maturity? You say you love me now just like you did before. Inside me, love never ends; Each day growing more. 8-14-97 Dalila Veiga OPEN ARMS Sometimes I call just to hear your voice; deep, rich and melodic... hoping that someday you�ll speak what I have mused... Hoping you will desire to hold and touch me and speak to me tender words rather than stand in a wintry corner, solitaire; incoherent from all... separated from me because you refuse to believe there exists a cage of restless emotion deep, low inside anticipating sweet release What else can I say? I want you to breathe me in and contemplate Stop masking your eyes and looking away... you can�t fool me and I won�t disappear Emptiness and fulfillment will never correlate My declarations won�t deflate in significance and my touch will escalate in passion... ever-so-slightly Soothing and long-awaited You can�t run from radiance nor convince it to dissipate Set me free to explore new chapters throughout your unconscious Let me be your ground, should you fall Let me shine through the fog of confusion a light of resolve... take me in 11-12-97 Dalila Veiga I have chosen I sow the sky with gems, I draw the horizon. I paint the morning with fluffs of cloud. Is that enough for you? I make the bed you sleep in, I feed you with both hands. I walk seven steps behind. But that�s not enough for you. I stare you down and tell you I love you I cradle you within my fortified protection I can bring you tears, or bring you smiles, too bad that�s not enough for you. My life has changed to you and nothing else My vulnerability is in your hands. I have chosen to live... Why isn�t that enough for you? 12-29-97 Dalila Veiga The Courtyard, I Bring me sunlight to project shadows across my pillow, and clear glass to invite it in... Perch atop my windowsill and move ever-so-softly with the fullest grace. Gleam with the shine of my mahogany piano, and entwine your perfection with it�s curving details... 1-20-98 Dalila Veiga The Courtyard, II Turn off the nightlight proclaiming it�s dull statement throughout the wreck of tree limbs and pine cones. Creeping, creeping rampant and infinite through a thick mass of iceberg air... 1-26-98 Dalila Veiga | ||||||||||||||||
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