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Writer's Block: QotD Jun. 26th, 2007 @ 06:07 pm
What's the best birthday present you ever received?

This year was actually my favorite birthday. I got to celebrate it with Juan and Jaime. My best friend and my boyfriend. It was so much fun!!!!

Writer's Block: Wedding bells are ringing Jun. 22nd, 2007 @ 06:08 pm
I've been to a lot of weddings at my church. The last one I believe was Hna. Rosa and Hno. Marvin. It was very pretty. The colors were red and white. She had on the most beautiful white dress on with red trimming. The room was covered in red roses. It was beautiful. They drove on in a white convertible :). Very cute.

Hopefully my wedding will be next and soon :)

Hope everyone is well.

Yeisha
Current Music: Comatose by Skillet

Writer's Block: Words that you love and hate Jun. 12th, 2007 @ 12:14 am
What are your favorite and least favorite words? Any reasons why?

There aren't actual words that are my least favorite, I just don't like when people use acronyms like lol or omg. I just feel that they should just say the actual word.
My favorite words are bubbles and buttons. I actually named 2 of my new kittens Bubbles and Buttons :).

Pain Jan. 13th, 2007 @ 01:06 pm
Pain by Yeisha L. Moreno
 
Trade me lives
buy my pain
you think it's easy?
Take my chains.
Through my childhood
all I knew was lies
and I grew up seeing
how love dies.
But with you,
I watch it grow
and I love you
more than you'll ever know.
No matter what
you're always there by my side.
Without you
all I do it cry.
Cry myself to sleep
cry myself awake
cry myself into my own little world.
Because of you I made it this far
I AM WHO I AM
BECAUSE YOU ARE WHO YOU ARE.
I don't want to see pain
I don't want to cry
I don't want to be lied to
My whole world is a lie.
You are the only truth
so please don't leave me.
You're my only escape.
Without you my life is blurry.
All I feel is pain
from the people I most love
stop the rain
that's pouring down from above.
Pain,
I know what it is
but you make me strong
you make me want to live.

©Copyright Yeisha Lee

Poem translation Jan. 11th, 2007 @ 12:59 pm
This is a translated version of "Que es mi Vida?"

What is my Life? by yeisha L. Moreno


My life is,
waking up to a new day
with fear in my heart
Knowing that you're going to hurt me
yet you don't have a cause.
It's always the same thing
I never rest from your words
That's enough of your abuse
when is this all going to end?
My life is,
being a hypocrite every day
Can't you see that I'm dying inside?
That I don't want to be here?
You don't know what I feel.
And every night I'm afraid
that you'll take away the only thing I have.
Why are you like this?
I don't understand you.
My life is...
everything that it's not.

©Copyright Yeisha Lee
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» Unrequited
Probably the worst feeling that you could experience. Loving someone with all your heart soul, and mind. Yet not getting anything in return.
Giving everything of yourself, yet in the end you feel like you're not yourself.
Wow, strong emotion.
» Cycle 1
I can't do this
not alone.
There's only one person on this earth that can help me
but he doesn't know it.
He doesn't know that he holds the key,
the key that can free me.
My heart is on fire
burning with every tear that drops from my eyes
I see him standing there
so close, yet so far away
I reach out
but I can't reach him.
He looks at me,
but he doesn't see me.
I become invisible, through a see through veil.
He turns away
and my heart crumbles.
Knowing that I'll never be able to do this,
not without him
and I'll never have him
because he doesn't know I exist.
» Thoughts vs. Truth
The Prompt for the Day was....If You Could Read my Mind....

I decided to write something romantic. I just wrote you would know how much I thought about you. But as I was reading another reply it really got me thinking....
There are times when I invent things in my mind. I make myself think things that are not true. Telling myself lies, just so I could forget about my situation.
It got me thinking....then what's the point of reading someone's mind?
I used to want to have that as a superpower. The ability to read minds.
But now, I don't see the point. the mind can be as deceiving as spoken words. unspoken words, can be just as hurtful and untrue.
So then, how can you truly know the truth? When your mind isn't capable of being truthful either.
They say that the only way is to follow your heart....
But doesn't the Bible say that the heart is deceiving, more than all things?
What isn't then?
God, of course, is the only one who won't deceive you. But on this earth. We are supposed to trust someone without having no way of knowing if they're true to you.
Wow, trust, the most powerful emotion. Even stronger than that of love. I've never thought of that. You can love someone, but what good is it if you don't trust them? And trust, is the hardest thing to give.
» Que es Mi Vida? (Spanish Poem)
Que es mi Vida? by Yeisha L. Moreno
 
Mi vida es,
despertar a un nuevo dia
con miedo en mi corazon
saber que me vas a herir
y aun no tienes razon.
Siempre es lo mismo
nunca descanso de tu hablar
ya basta de tu abuso
cuando todo esta va a acabar?
Mi vida es,
ser un hipocrita a cada dia
no vez que me muero por dentro?
que no quiero estar aqui?
no sabes lo que siento.
Y por las noches tengo miedo
que me quitaras lo unico que tengo.
Porque eres asi?
Yo no te comprendo.
Mi vida es...
todo lo que no es.

©Copyright Yeisha Lee
» Secret Life
Living a secret life. What is that all about. Why isn't honesty your way out. Why must you be clouded behind a wall of shame. Why must you hide behind something that isn't you. Come out, don't smile when you're angry. Scream when you're angry. Walk away when you're angry. Don't cheat, don't lie. One lie means you have to create other bigger lies to cover up the ones you already made. your life becomes void, filled with emptiness. Filled with nothing but a lie. you begin to believe this lie. begin to believe that you are who made up in your head. How could you be make believe. You become as fake as santa claus and big-foot. you become as fake as a lie. Your throat no longer constricts when you say a lie. You know that twitch you get when you lie for the first time. And the mess that you discover you've created when your lie is found out. You begin to lie more and more, out of practice you tell yourself. only to spin yourself deeper in a well in a pit of lies. Then you can't get out. You're trapped. There's no escape for you. No one to save you. Because you have pushed away the only people who would ever believe you by lying. By deceiving them. Your past becomes obscure. You no longer know what happened to you. Because you've made up your entire past. What are you going to do, when the truth is revealed? When there's no one there to help you, no one to believe you. What are you going to do?
Love can only do so much. But how can you continue to love someone, that continues to live a life of deceit. You can't. Because you don't know if their love is all a lie.
Sooner or later you're going to want to die for the truth. You're going to want to tell someone everything. But you won't be able to. Because no one will believe the truth. Then what will you do?

"I bite my lip. I buy what I'm told:
From the latest hit, to the wisdom of old.
But I'm always alone.
And my heart is like ice.
And it's crowded and cold in my secret life." (In my Secret Life by Leonard Cohen)

Do you want to live the rest of your life alone? With no one there beside you. No one wants to be friends with a liar. Not even a liar.
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