Working out introduces you to a world of confidence within yourself that you didn't know existed. There is a jolt of energy infused into the body after the work has been done. The sweat revitalizes the muscles and the body simply asks for more, or perhaps that's just me. I get it. Interaction with people who enjoy that kind of activities give you a different perspective in things, you start to see things and people in different ways. It's actually really extraordinary.
Reading is the same thing for me.
Is like that book you think you won't like because it's not the "normal" genre you usually read. I've found myself surprised of how much I enjoy reading stories that I'd never ever had read if it hadn't been because I interacted with the author of such story. Meeting new people from different parts of the world and from different social circles has enriched my life tremendously.
Continue to work. Continue to read. Continue to learn.
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Thursday, September 18, 2014
Inserts of "Found".
"FOUND" By Veronica Brannon. Coming soon!!
As I sit
here contemplating my baby girl sleeping peacefully, without a care in the
world, I think… how can anyone let go of such beauty? How could I ever say no
to that little piece of myself? I gave life to her and there’s no way I could
ever give her away, much less abandon her, but…
But a mind can change on
a dime, and it did…
A mixture of hazy astray
desperation was drawn on the face staring at the sweet innocence of the baby
sleeping peacefully in a basket. Still under the heavy influence of the dope she
had consumed not too long ago, and to a point unaware of what she was doing and
what she just, a day before thought would never do, she abandoned her baby. She
left her there at the mercy of no one, but in the back of her mind she held hope
that a good soul would find her. She kissed the baby’s forehead one last time.
“I love you, my baby…”
then she walked away.
Friday, August 15, 2014
Bits and pieces from TIED UP HEART
“Welcome aboard Mr. Rosenthal, Peterson.” The pilot
stretched out his hand to Tom in a friendly manner. Peterson gave Luke a nod.
“We'll be in Cabo in about 6 Hours. The weather looks
perfect in our direction so we are ready and cleared for takeoff, Miss Wells
here, will be taking care of you Mr. Rosenthal.”
“Thank you Miss Wells.” He was enjoying her beauty as she
gave him a subtle smile.
'Beautiful eyes, beautiful smile... Damn what a babe! Alisa
has nothing on this cupcake.'
Daniel and Luke traded a suspicious look, then, Tom directed
his gaze to the pilot. “Thanks Luke, we are ready.”
As we got ready to climb into the jet, Peterson's right arm
reached for the handrail of the 5 step ladder that lead to the entrance of the
aircraft, and I was able to see that he was wearing a shoulder holster, and he
had a gun in it.
'Oh God, he's carrying a gun! I wonder why, could it simply
be security? I hope that's what it is.'
I made myself stop thinking about the gun, but I couldn't
avoid feeling very nervous. I've never been much fan of weapons, they make me
really nervous and I don’t even know why, they just do.
Tom made a gesture with his hand for Sophie to climb up into
the jet, and as she did, he got an eye full of her nice, tight, little ass that
was covered only by a thin piece of fabric. He looked at Peterson and made a
face. His eyebrows crinkle just a bit and puckered his lips as if saying 'Ooh'. Peterson grinned back at him.
“Remind me to thank my mother for being so persistent with
me to take this trip.” Tom remarked lowering his voice grinning. Peterson shook
his head smiling.
Thursday, July 31, 2014
Long gone.
Why do moments have to turn into memories? Of you, that's all I have.
I wanted to keep the reality of you, of me, of us. The reality of how it used to be.
Time passes, there's so much we need to do and not enough... time.
I thought I could fix the broken soul but I couldn't because according to you, I'm consumed by other things that keep me away.
Think you're an option? As if that was a bad thing. Bad is not even be that. Bad is being just a shadow, and you're not... I am.
I wanted to keep the reality of you, of me, of us. The reality of how it used to be.
Time passes, there's so much we need to do and not enough... time.
I thought I could fix the broken soul but I couldn't because according to you, I'm consumed by other things that keep me away.
Think you're an option? As if that was a bad thing. Bad is not even be that. Bad is being just a shadow, and you're not... I am.
Monday, July 14, 2014
Chain Blog
I'm so grateful to have been invited to add another link to this "chain blog".
I received the invitation from the super ingenious, Mr. James Kafka.
You can find all kinds of information about Mr. James Kafka, his book WARFOLKAN (which I already read and totally recommend) and many other things he likes and dislike. All that is in his blog.
http://pellmellx10.blogspot.
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Also I would love to give a big welcome to F.B. Jefferson. He is an aspiring author who loves to learn anything and everything.
And here are the answers we got from F.B Jefferson.
And another great writer and good friend of mine, J.D. Estrada.
You can find all kinds of information about Mr. James Kafka, his book WARFOLKAN (which I already read and totally recommend) and many other things he likes and dislike. All that is in his blog.
http://pellmellx10.blogspot.
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Also I would love to give a big welcome to F.B. Jefferson. He is an aspiring author who loves to learn anything and everything.
And here are the answers we got from F.B Jefferson.
What am I working on?
I'm currently in the process of writing four poems, three short stories and I'm mentally steeping over what will hopefully be my first novel.
How does my work differ from others in its genre?
I would like to say it's unique, but the truth is I have no idea. From what I can only guess, it's a lot of science-fiction/cyberpunk with a dash of out of the box thinking. I have ideas of a utopia and a very dark sense of humor, not to mention I like the macabre and obscure.
Why do I write what I do?
I had an accident that landed me in the wheelchair, now I can't help but see our dystopia.
How does my writing process work?
When I focus on poetry, I pick a meter and make myself a sentence. I then try and convey something by finding a rhyme scheme. Dictionaries make this quite easy. As for the stories I have a bad habit of mixing the snowflake method with premature editing. I hope to bypass that for my first work.
Visit F.B.Jefferson on Twitter and find out more about what he is all about
We should meet some more talented authors next Monday when F.B. Jefferson forwards the opportunity to someone else.
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On a previous occasion I received the opportunity from Stephanie Collier. You can find Stephanie Collier info here:
Website: http://www.StephanieCollier.
Amazon: www.amazon.com/dp/B00I6BT6UA
Facebook: www.facebook.com/
Twitter: www.twitter.com/sncollier4
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J. D.
Estrada was born, bred and raised in Puerto Rico. Throughout his life, he’s
often been fascinated by connecting with other people and that human aspect of
our relationships. As a kid, he dreamt of inventing stuff... he just never knew
he’d end up doing it using words.
He
feels most at home sliding on a wave on his bodyboard, strumming his guitar,
reading a fascinating book and writing. Married, the youngest of three brothers
and a devoted son, he has a passion to write, and he’s just getting started.
His
book Only Human is available on Amazon
It is a
very entertaining and interesting story not just about vampires but also about
an Only Human. I recommend this book to anyone who enjoys a well written story.
I read it, you should too!
You can
also connect with him on Twitter
Where
you will be able to enjoy good tweets
And on
G+
Where
you will find all sorts of great poetry and comments, and short stories. You
won't be disappointed.
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And last but not least, my dear Arlene Valle.
Arlene
Valle is Canadian living in Ohio. Her first romance novel "ARRANGED"
takes place on Isla Margarita, Venezuela. It is available on Amazon,
Barnes&Noble and Kobo.
Connect
with Arlene on:
Connect
with Arlene on:
I read her book and the story is HOT!
If you like a steamy romance with a twist, this is the book for you. What are
you waiting for? Go check it out!!
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Finally a
little bit about me. (Talking on 3rd person because.. why not?)
Verónica
Brannon loves to read and write contemporary romance. She loves the happily
ever after end in a story and wishes that would also apply to the real world,
but knows that the real world is not a fairy tale.
Her first book is Tied up Heart and it's available on Kindle.
She's
fairly new to the writing world but enjoys every aspect of it. She speaks
Spanish and English, and is in the process of translating her novel into Spanish.
She's originally from the west coast of México but resides in Tennessee since
1996. She is married and has one daughter.
You can
also find Verónica on
I hope
you guys connect with these awesome people, you will have a great time getting
to know them. Stop by to say hi!!
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
It's dark, and all I hear are the frogs croaking in the background, in the emptiness of the night.
I'm sitting alone contemplative the fire wood creep and crackle as it burns down in front of me.
Is like music you can't write because there's no way to describe what you hear out here in the wilderness.
Beauty you can't see but you feel.
Beauty you can't touch but you breathe.
Beauty all around, surrounds you.
Surround me with your arms, come live in my empty world, and it'll be empty no more.
I'm sitting alone contemplative the fire wood creep and crackle as it burns down in front of me.
Is like music you can't write because there's no way to describe what you hear out here in the wilderness.
Beauty you can't see but you feel.
Beauty you can't touch but you breathe.
Beauty all around, surrounds you.
Surround me with your arms, come live in my empty world, and it'll be empty no more.
Thursday, July 3, 2014
Back again.
I have been absent from here, the reason? No reason at all. just thought I let my mind unwind and relax.
I felt I needed to just shut up for a moment, well, at least the voices in my head.
I've been absent but not missing,
I've been gone but not lost,
I've been here and there, all around... now I'm back.
Space was needed and much enjoyed, colliding worlds rebuilt.
That's how's done. You leave and come back because the words call you to return, you can't get away.
Things changed but remained the same. How strange is that?
So in the end... we meet again!
I felt I needed to just shut up for a moment, well, at least the voices in my head.
I've been absent but not missing,
I've been gone but not lost,
I've been here and there, all around... now I'm back.
Space was needed and much enjoyed, colliding worlds rebuilt.
That's how's done. You leave and come back because the words call you to return, you can't get away.
Things changed but remained the same. How strange is that?
So in the end... we meet again!
Sunday, May 25, 2014
So fast
Soaring to the sky, flying as fast as he can,
leaving a cloud of dust all along the path he takes.
Is not easy but he can, and I know I'm in his vision, that I can tell.
If the thoughts crossing the mind come across in real life, sparks might fly.
Hands that yearn to be held yet they never will,
for the space between the ground and the sky will always thrill.
The sound of his courage is what keeps him alive, when the power of his goal crushes the smiles.
There's a goal to be reached which will remain a dream, because some dreams must remain...
leaving a cloud of dust all along the path he takes.
Is not easy but he can, and I know I'm in his vision, that I can tell.
If the thoughts crossing the mind come across in real life, sparks might fly.
Hands that yearn to be held yet they never will,
for the space between the ground and the sky will always thrill.
The sound of his courage is what keeps him alive, when the power of his goal crushes the smiles.
There's a goal to be reached which will remain a dream, because some dreams must remain...
Monday, May 19, 2014
Danger
Believe me...
The reasons I stay away are not because I'm afraid you'll hurt me, but because I'm afraid I will hurt you.
I tell myself it'll be alright, that I'll be gentle with you, but I know that is a lie. I know how I am.
I'm a monster under this satin skin. I'm what you wouldn't want to love, that I know.
I could try to change, but I find it difficult. I'm already set in my ways.
I will destroy you if you allow me to get close. I will be the end of you if you let me in.
Keep walking. Stay away. I'm not good for you. Listen to what I say...
Beware of me.
Hi there...
The reasons I stay away are not because I'm afraid you'll hurt me, but because I'm afraid I will hurt you.
I tell myself it'll be alright, that I'll be gentle with you, but I know that is a lie. I know how I am.
I'm a monster under this satin skin. I'm what you wouldn't want to love, that I know.
I could try to change, but I find it difficult. I'm already set in my ways.
I will destroy you if you allow me to get close. I will be the end of you if you let me in.
Keep walking. Stay away. I'm not good for you. Listen to what I say...
Beware of me.
Hi there...
Thursday, May 8, 2014
For you.
For you.
Life's so unfair. Why is it so adamant in kicking us down? Haven't we endured enough just by being born?
Sometimes it seems like the harder we try to stand up, the harder it insists on keeping us grounded, and not for the right reasons.
There will always be lumps, bumps, ditches, potholes and all kind of obstacles in the road of life, because that's the way it's supposed to be, right? At least it appears that way.
Perhaps it's trying to teach us a lesson we might never comprehend, still, we must learn it. Why? Beats me. Most of the time it makes NO SENSE!
There are moments when I feel like an eagle, and I want to fly high! but the reality is, I'm only a lab rat that's spinning in that cylinder faster and faster, going nowhere and getting the same result, but hoping that one day it'll spin off from its base and start rolling forward... it can happen.
There are moments when I think of giving up, when I feel like I can't take another step forward, just then, I look up and see the prettiest picture God made for me, and my empty battery instantly turns green again; it goes all the way to 100%, full.
It must remain like that. I must be strong, take control of my feelings and emotions and stand my ground.
The road is long, but we can travel it.
Decisions, situations and time might take us in different directions, even though at the end we all will be together.
Faith is strong, when belief is real.
Can't say, "I know how you feel" because I don't and never will, but here I am, still.
Stay strong... stay strong.
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Life's so unfair. Why is it so adamant in kicking us down? Haven't we endured enough just by being born?
Sometimes it seems like the harder we try to stand up, the harder it insists on keeping us grounded, and not for the right reasons.
There will always be lumps, bumps, ditches, potholes and all kind of obstacles in the road of life, because that's the way it's supposed to be, right? At least it appears that way.
Perhaps it's trying to teach us a lesson we might never comprehend, still, we must learn it. Why? Beats me. Most of the time it makes NO SENSE!
There are moments when I feel like an eagle, and I want to fly high! but the reality is, I'm only a lab rat that's spinning in that cylinder faster and faster, going nowhere and getting the same result, but hoping that one day it'll spin off from its base and start rolling forward... it can happen.
There are moments when I think of giving up, when I feel like I can't take another step forward, just then, I look up and see the prettiest picture God made for me, and my empty battery instantly turns green again; it goes all the way to 100%, full.
It must remain like that. I must be strong, take control of my feelings and emotions and stand my ground.
The road is long, but we can travel it.
Decisions, situations and time might take us in different directions, even though at the end we all will be together.
Faith is strong, when belief is real.
Can't say, "I know how you feel" because I don't and never will, but here I am, still.
Stay strong... stay strong.
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Friday, April 18, 2014
Do over? Pleading to a friend.
Honesty hurts, that we know, but with that and all, I rather get it.
Talking to you is fun and interesting, but goodness, you swept the floor with me.
I must say, I didn't expect that and the best part of it all was the words you used, straight and to the point.
Not a single offense, so I had no way or reason to retaliate, and believe me I wanted to. If your words were bullets I'd be dead and buried by now.
How can a person be like that? The more I think about it, the more I think about it.
Trying to get something for something didn't work, and that wasn't even the real intention, I only wanted a favor but it didn't fly. I got shot down before I could put bullets in my gun. Not that I wanted to shoot anyone, I'm speaking metaphorically, not real bullets.
I've never met anyone like you, and although I'm a bit hurt, you were right to say those things to me. Why did I think it would be different? I don't know. Maybe because I'm used to getting what I want 99% of the time. I just wanted results but I made a mistake without even realizing it. I guess you are part of that 1% I can't put my hands on.
No, I'm not trying to justify myself, I have my reasons but I'm sure you wouldn't understand them, so I'm not going to elaborate on them; you wouldn't care anyway...You have said it to me.
I've gotten that response from you before. I'm curios, but you are not. The reason? I don't know. I guess that's my nature, to want to know as much as I can about others, and sometimes I ask more than I should, and sometimes I get answers, just not the ones I want.
Why am I so curios? I don't know. But you have opened a can of worms and I won't hesitate to stick my hand into. Is that interesting to me. Maybe is my imagination going wild, I'm almost 99% certain that's the case, and the other 1% is telling me I'm wrong and don't know what the hell I'm thinking, but that is not going to stop me.
I admire your intelligence. Perhaps is because I'm surrounded by a totally different type of people and I think you are more than you appear to be. You opened and closed doors for me without me knowing, but you didn't understand that, again, because you don't care.
It is safe to say that you are not part of this experiment I'm trying to do.
Never in a million years did I think I would feel this way. Why does it bother me so much? Why do I even care? But strange things happen.
I do believe in second chances but I don't know if you do as well. Truly, I'm afraid to ask, but I'm going to anyway. So please. Can I get a do over?
Talking to you is fun and interesting, but goodness, you swept the floor with me.
I must say, I didn't expect that and the best part of it all was the words you used, straight and to the point.
Not a single offense, so I had no way or reason to retaliate, and believe me I wanted to. If your words were bullets I'd be dead and buried by now.
How can a person be like that? The more I think about it, the more I think about it.
Trying to get something for something didn't work, and that wasn't even the real intention, I only wanted a favor but it didn't fly. I got shot down before I could put bullets in my gun. Not that I wanted to shoot anyone, I'm speaking metaphorically, not real bullets.
I've never met anyone like you, and although I'm a bit hurt, you were right to say those things to me. Why did I think it would be different? I don't know. Maybe because I'm used to getting what I want 99% of the time. I just wanted results but I made a mistake without even realizing it. I guess you are part of that 1% I can't put my hands on.
No, I'm not trying to justify myself, I have my reasons but I'm sure you wouldn't understand them, so I'm not going to elaborate on them; you wouldn't care anyway...You have said it to me.
I've gotten that response from you before. I'm curios, but you are not. The reason? I don't know. I guess that's my nature, to want to know as much as I can about others, and sometimes I ask more than I should, and sometimes I get answers, just not the ones I want.
Why am I so curios? I don't know. But you have opened a can of worms and I won't hesitate to stick my hand into. Is that interesting to me. Maybe is my imagination going wild, I'm almost 99% certain that's the case, and the other 1% is telling me I'm wrong and don't know what the hell I'm thinking, but that is not going to stop me.
I admire your intelligence. Perhaps is because I'm surrounded by a totally different type of people and I think you are more than you appear to be. You opened and closed doors for me without me knowing, but you didn't understand that, again, because you don't care.
It is safe to say that you are not part of this experiment I'm trying to do.
Never in a million years did I think I would feel this way. Why does it bother me so much? Why do I even care? But strange things happen.
I do believe in second chances but I don't know if you do as well. Truly, I'm afraid to ask, but I'm going to anyway. So please. Can I get a do over?
Monday, March 31, 2014
My "Aha" moment.
We all at one point or another, will have an "Aha" moment.
I've heard all kinds of stories about how people realize their "Aha" moments, the stories are simple but compelling and amazingly touching. One can't help but to get moved and teary as the stories are told.
My "Aha" moment, and hopefully one of many to come, came one day when I was leaving a shopping center called "The Avenue".
The area is new construction and kind of 'hip', is the place all the teenagers want to be seen at. It has all the coolest stores and the nice restaurants and such, honestly I like to go there as often as I possibly can. Vanity? perhaps. But who doesn't like nice things and nice places? I do.
That particular day I went to The Avenue to buy a pair of shoes (Yeah, I love shoes. Go figure.), and when I walked out of the store it had started to sprinkle, not too hard but according to the meteorologist, it was going to get heavier as the day went on, luckily I'm always prepared and I had my handy umbrella with me.
At one of the exits of The Avenue, there was a girl standing at a corner and she had with her a dog. She looked like the typical wanderer, her mid length hair was matted dreads. I have to say, the dog had a better hair do than her.
She was asking for change and that's one thing I always make sure I have with me in the car, a few coins or a couple of one dollar bills. I know some people condemn the fact that some of us hand money to panhandlers, but I can not find peace within myself if I don't give those people at least a couple of coins. I hate to think that they might use it to buy drugs or alcohol, so I choose to think that they will use it to buy food. (That's my hope)
My daughter had ask me that same question, and my answer to her is: if they use the money the wrong way it's up to them. If I give them a dollar, it won't make them any richer but also won't bankrupt me, and you'll never know the reason why they are standing on the street asking for help. I tell her, I put myself in their shoes and imagine the 'what if's'.
It looked like the girl had been standing in the rain for a while because her coat was getting wet. I could see her shoulders already getting soaked.
I dug through my purse and could not find a single damn coin. I hated that! Even more when I looked at the dog standing right beside her just closing its eyes protecting them from the raindrops that were falling and getting a bit heavier.
As I approached the red light and stopped, she made eye contact with me for a moment. I didn't lower the window because of the sprinkles and because I didn't have any change to give, she then walked a couple of steps back in hope of getting some change from the people in the cars behind me. She ordered the dog to stay and it didn't move one step. Me being a dog lover noticed that right away.
The light turned to green and I drove away but the thought of her standing out there in the rain with her dog struck me. I just couldn't go any farther knowing that I hadn't given the girl anything, then suddenly I thought about the umbrella I had in the car.
Bingo!
So I drove back around and into the shopping center, went back to the stop light, and I believe God's hand is on everything because the light was again red!
Hallelujah!
I stopped, rolled the window down, called the girl and told her I didn't have any money but wanted her to have the umbrella. She took it, thanked me and opened it right away to keep some of the rain of her and her dog...
And that my friends is one of my "Aha" moments. Give what you can, when you can.
I've heard all kinds of stories about how people realize their "Aha" moments, the stories are simple but compelling and amazingly touching. One can't help but to get moved and teary as the stories are told.
My "Aha" moment, and hopefully one of many to come, came one day when I was leaving a shopping center called "The Avenue".
The area is new construction and kind of 'hip', is the place all the teenagers want to be seen at. It has all the coolest stores and the nice restaurants and such, honestly I like to go there as often as I possibly can. Vanity? perhaps. But who doesn't like nice things and nice places? I do.
That particular day I went to The Avenue to buy a pair of shoes (Yeah, I love shoes. Go figure.), and when I walked out of the store it had started to sprinkle, not too hard but according to the meteorologist, it was going to get heavier as the day went on, luckily I'm always prepared and I had my handy umbrella with me.
At one of the exits of The Avenue, there was a girl standing at a corner and she had with her a dog. She looked like the typical wanderer, her mid length hair was matted dreads. I have to say, the dog had a better hair do than her.
She was asking for change and that's one thing I always make sure I have with me in the car, a few coins or a couple of one dollar bills. I know some people condemn the fact that some of us hand money to panhandlers, but I can not find peace within myself if I don't give those people at least a couple of coins. I hate to think that they might use it to buy drugs or alcohol, so I choose to think that they will use it to buy food. (That's my hope)
My daughter had ask me that same question, and my answer to her is: if they use the money the wrong way it's up to them. If I give them a dollar, it won't make them any richer but also won't bankrupt me, and you'll never know the reason why they are standing on the street asking for help. I tell her, I put myself in their shoes and imagine the 'what if's'.
It looked like the girl had been standing in the rain for a while because her coat was getting wet. I could see her shoulders already getting soaked.
I dug through my purse and could not find a single damn coin. I hated that! Even more when I looked at the dog standing right beside her just closing its eyes protecting them from the raindrops that were falling and getting a bit heavier.
As I approached the red light and stopped, she made eye contact with me for a moment. I didn't lower the window because of the sprinkles and because I didn't have any change to give, she then walked a couple of steps back in hope of getting some change from the people in the cars behind me. She ordered the dog to stay and it didn't move one step. Me being a dog lover noticed that right away.
The light turned to green and I drove away but the thought of her standing out there in the rain with her dog struck me. I just couldn't go any farther knowing that I hadn't given the girl anything, then suddenly I thought about the umbrella I had in the car.
Bingo!
So I drove back around and into the shopping center, went back to the stop light, and I believe God's hand is on everything because the light was again red!
Hallelujah!
I stopped, rolled the window down, called the girl and told her I didn't have any money but wanted her to have the umbrella. She took it, thanked me and opened it right away to keep some of the rain of her and her dog...
And that my friends is one of my "Aha" moments. Give what you can, when you can.
Friday, March 28, 2014
Giving up. Poem
From all the heartaches I have endured, my soul was crippled, could feel no more.
Moments of... moments of cold.
Walking along a lost, abandoned trail.
Abandoned I was, forgotten from it all.
There were tears no more, the heart had no blood, I had seen it all.
Like a puppet on strings, I moved along to the rhythm of a tune.
Giving up was never an option, but the battle was brutal. From time to time I thought whether I should continue... but giving up was not an option.
I walked through the treacherous path I had been put on by life, stumbled and fell and then... then I saw them... the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen... and they were looking in my direction.
They were almost smiling, and when they met my eyes I closed them, to keep them from seeing inside my broken soul.
I fought them to death, because that was all I knew. I shut them down, I pushed them away. But they stood their ground because giving up was not an option.
After my rejection they stuck around and reached out to me for no apparent reason, I had nothing to offer but they did... and they did. They offered me peace and redemption, they offered me the one thing I didn't have... love...
Now they're mine to keep, forever. I see that in the promise every time they look my way... because giving up was never an option.
(Standing alone poem)
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Wednesday, March 26, 2014
After the storm..
His words were what drew me to him,
he gave me back the sense of direction I'd lost, long ago.
The tone of his voice was the calling my soul had been yearning to hear,
like fall after summer.
After the storm he became my calm.
The kiss of his lips disarmed me with ease, he knew me so well, he knew how I felt.
With the trace of his finger on my lips I dissolved in his heaven.
Bliss existed and tasted like us. Bliss existed for us... for me.
After the storm he became my calm.
But then he disappeared. Where did he go?
He apparently appeared to play a cruel joke on my heart.
The storm brew stronger this time and swallowed me whole in a sea of despair... and he left me to drown.
After the storm... I was gone.
*Poem not associated with Tied up heart*
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he gave me back the sense of direction I'd lost, long ago.
The tone of his voice was the calling my soul had been yearning to hear,
like fall after summer.
After the storm he became my calm.
The kiss of his lips disarmed me with ease, he knew me so well, he knew how I felt.
With the trace of his finger on my lips I dissolved in his heaven.
Bliss existed and tasted like us. Bliss existed for us... for me.
After the storm he became my calm.
But then he disappeared. Where did he go?
He apparently appeared to play a cruel joke on my heart.
The storm brew stronger this time and swallowed me whole in a sea of despair... and he left me to drown.
After the storm... I was gone.
*Poem not associated with Tied up heart*
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Sunday, March 23, 2014
Quietness around is broken by the croaking of the frogs, a train blowing its horn far off in the distance and the sudden bark of a dog.
For a moment those sounds mix and fit perfectly with each other. In perfect harmony, the perfect melody if you will.
Chill is in the light breeze pushing a few ambers away from the fire pit.
Peaceful it is. Relaxing a bliss.
This is how memories are made. This is when the mind wonders into the abysmal darkness of the night, bringing back the words and thoughts that will turn into poems.
For a moment those sounds mix and fit perfectly with each other. In perfect harmony, the perfect melody if you will.
Chill is in the light breeze pushing a few ambers away from the fire pit.
Peaceful it is. Relaxing a bliss.
This is how memories are made. This is when the mind wonders into the abysmal darkness of the night, bringing back the words and thoughts that will turn into poems.
Monday, March 17, 2014
Chain blog
I got the invitation to participate in this "chain blog" from the lovely Stephanie Collier. She was gracious enough to include me in this adventure even though I'm fairly new to the writing world.
But opportunities like this one are in my opinion, great ways to interact and meet new people.
I love connecting with people from all over the world and this right here, is just another opportunity to do so.
So without further to do, here's a bit of Stephanie Collier.
So without further to do, here's a bit of Stephanie Collier.
Stephanie Collier is an author of Gothic Romance stories with endings that tend to be bittersweet. Her debut novel, The Blood of the Black Rose, releases in February, 2014.
She has always immersed herself in other worlds created by talented minds and her love of beautifully crafted words made her branch out at a young age, dreaming up new characters and worlds of her own.
Stephanie currently in resides in Missouri with her loving, supportive husband and amazingly talented four children.
Website: http://www.StephanieCollier.
Amazon: www.amazon.com/dp/B00I6BT6UA
Nook: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/
Facebook: www.facebook.com/
Twitter: www.twitter.com/sncollier4
Amazon: www.amazon.com/dp/B00I6BT6UA
Nook: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/
Facebook: www.facebook.com/
Twitter: www.twitter.com/sncollier4
Now a little bit about me. (Talking on 3rd person but don't know why.)
Verónica Brannon loves to read and write contemporary romance. She loves the happily ever after end in a story and wishes that would also apply to the real world, but knows that the real world is not a fairy tale.
Her first book is Tied up Heart and it's available on Kindle.
Her first book is Tied up Heart and it's available on Kindle.
She's fairly new to the writing world but enjoys ever aspect of it. She speaks Spanish and English, and is in the process of translating her novel into Spanish. She's originally from the west coast of México but resides in Tennessee since 1996. She is married and has one daughter.
You can also find Verónica on
Now for those questions, a few short answers.
What am I working on?
I'm working on my 2nd novel. It's of course in the Contemporary romance genre (my favorite,) and I'm getting closer to the end of it with every passing minute. (Super excited!!)
How does my work differ from others in its genre?
Honestly, I have no clue. All I know is that I like to write what appeals to me. Even though my genre is romance, I like to add as much drama and heartache as I possibly can to my stories. I love the cat and mouse chase in a story. Some other authors write at a faster pace, I like to take my time and try to take it slow.
Why do I write what I do?
I write because I like it. I love imagining scenarios and situations that have romance written all over. I live for that. Hence the Twitter self title "Day dreamer". I know I need to wake up but it won't be today.
How does my writing process work?
There's a process? Oops! I didn't know that.
Well, my "process" works for me, perhaps strangely for some, to say the least.
I don't do the pen and paper... (sorry) I blame the modern technology but my smartphone is my salvation. I start typing and the story begins to develop from there. I don't start with a certain idea of what's going to be, the story changes as I go. Usually the 1st chapter never ends up being the 1st chapter because I'll come back and add more to it.
Well, my "process" works for me, perhaps strangely for some, to say the least.
I don't do the pen and paper... (sorry) I blame the modern technology but my smartphone is my salvation. I start typing and the story begins to develop from there. I don't start with a certain idea of what's going to be, the story changes as I go. Usually the 1st chapter never ends up being the 1st chapter because I'll come back and add more to it.
(I only have one book published but I have 2 more in the back burner aside from the current WIP.)
I go back and forth adding more in between. By the time I'm "done" with it, I have the darn thing memorized to the point that I'm sick of it but at the same time completely in love with it, and excited to see it fly out the door for the whole world to read. *Okay, I'm being a bit hopeful here but it's valid, isn't?*
I don't like to send chapters out to be read, I like to "finish" the story so my beta readers can get the whole tamale. Again that's the way it works for me.
And that's all for now! Are you ready to be passed on to some more talented amazing authors? Tune in next to get up close and personal with *drumroll please* ...
A dear friend and an excellent writer J. D. Estrada.
J. D. Estrada was born, bred and raised in Puerto Rico. Throughout his life, he’s often been fascinated by connecting with other people and that human aspect of our relationships. As a kid, he dreamt of inventing stuff... he just never knew he’d end up doing it using words.
He feels most at home sliding on a wave on his bodyboard, strumming his guitar, reading a fascinating book and writing. Married, the youngest of three brothers and a devoted son, he has a passion to write, and he’s just getting started.
His book Only Human is available on Amazon
It is a very entertaining and interesting story not just about vampires but also about an Only Human. I recommend this book to anyone who enjoys a well written story. I read it, you should too!
You can also connect with him on Twitter
Where you will be able to enjoy good tweets
And on G+
Where you will find all sorts of great poetry and comments, and short stories. You won't be disappointed.
Another good friend and talented writer is Arlene Valle
Arlene Valle is Canadian living in Ohio. Her first romance novel "ARRANGED" takes place on Isla Margarita, Venezuela. It is available on Amazon, Barnes&Noble and Kobo.
Connect with Arlene on:
I'm currently reading her book so I won't spoil it for you, but the story is HOT! If you like a steamy romance with a twist, this is the book for you. What are you waiting for? Go check it out!!
I hope you guys connect with these awesome people, you will have a great time getting to know them. Stop by to say hi!!
Saturday, March 15, 2014
What do you say to that?
So you didn't like my words because they were written down?
Perhaps you'll like them better if I whisper them in your ear. What do you say to that?
Will that be enough to get your attention?
I'm looking at you now. Hey! come closer, I have something to say to you.
I don't believe you're afraid of me, are you?
There's no reason for that, if all I want to do is love you.
Maybe we'll be able to understand each other... What do you say to that?
I want to show you what you mean to me.
I want to whisper it in your ear. Come closer, come closer.
The moon awaits for us, out in the dark sky. There's no need for candles when we can use that bright spark.
Now you're here with me, and all I want to do is use my fingernails to trace every star over your chest and loose myself in the sweet surrender of your arms.
I want to kiss your neck and nibble on your jaw. I want that sexy crooked grin smirking at me, letting me know you have me.
I'll let you lead the way for me. My eyes are closed but my heart feels all.
By the time all is said and done, all I'll want to know is if you... liked my words.
What do you say to that?
Perhaps you'll like them better if I whisper them in your ear. What do you say to that?
Will that be enough to get your attention?
I'm looking at you now. Hey! come closer, I have something to say to you.
I don't believe you're afraid of me, are you?
There's no reason for that, if all I want to do is love you.
Maybe we'll be able to understand each other... What do you say to that?
I want to show you what you mean to me.
I want to whisper it in your ear. Come closer, come closer.
The moon awaits for us, out in the dark sky. There's no need for candles when we can use that bright spark.
Now you're here with me, and all I want to do is use my fingernails to trace every star over your chest and loose myself in the sweet surrender of your arms.
I want to kiss your neck and nibble on your jaw. I want that sexy crooked grin smirking at me, letting me know you have me.
I'll let you lead the way for me. My eyes are closed but my heart feels all.
By the time all is said and done, all I'll want to know is if you... liked my words.
What do you say to that?
Monday, March 10, 2014
Can we?
I stare at the screen and the fight between my fingers and the keyboard begins.
My mind is reeling with words but they don't want to come to my fingertips.
Stress, pain and loneliness hurts the imagination.
Can't we just get along?
The never ending dilemma of what to do floats around.
Anger, bashing, slamming doors to release the tension.
Since when can we not act like civilized people?
Can't we just get along?
I don't understand the animosity.
I don't get the ineptitude of those who can communicate.
Don't we speak the same language?
Can't we just get along?
As time passes by, things get more complicated.
They should be better, but they are not.
All the things that can go wrong, go.
Can't we just get along?
The brain gets tired of thinking solutions.
Time feels heavier ever minute.
It wasn't supposed to be this way.
Can't we just get along?
Help me find a solution to fix this broken wing.
Because one alone won't suffice.
I'm ready to take the leap and see if...
we can get along...
My mind is reeling with words but they don't want to come to my fingertips.
Stress, pain and loneliness hurts the imagination.
Can't we just get along?
The never ending dilemma of what to do floats around.
Anger, bashing, slamming doors to release the tension.
Since when can we not act like civilized people?
Can't we just get along?
I don't understand the animosity.
I don't get the ineptitude of those who can communicate.
Don't we speak the same language?
Can't we just get along?
As time passes by, things get more complicated.
They should be better, but they are not.
All the things that can go wrong, go.
Can't we just get along?
The brain gets tired of thinking solutions.
Time feels heavier ever minute.
It wasn't supposed to be this way.
Can't we just get along?
Help me find a solution to fix this broken wing.
Because one alone won't suffice.
I'm ready to take the leap and see if...
we can get along...
Saturday, March 8, 2014
Let the heart feel.
Quietness and stillness around are broken by the croaking of the frogs, a train blowing its horn far off in the distance and the sudden bark of a dog.
For a moment those sounds mix and fit perfectly with each other. The perfect melody, if you will.
Chill is in the light breeze blowing up a few stray ambers from the fire pit.
Peaceful it is. Relaxing, a bliss.
This is how memories are made. This is when the mind wonders into the abysmal darkness of the night, bringing back the words and thoughts that will turn into poems.
For a moment those sounds mix and fit perfectly with each other. The perfect melody, if you will.
Chill is in the light breeze blowing up a few stray ambers from the fire pit.
Peaceful it is. Relaxing, a bliss.
This is how memories are made. This is when the mind wonders into the abysmal darkness of the night, bringing back the words and thoughts that will turn into poems.
Let the heart feel.
Saturday, March 1, 2014
Moon
I see my soul reflecting on your face and you fill my eyes completely.
There is light, there is freedom, there is you and me... there is us.
No one comes between us, no on can.
Distance is null when we stare.
In the darkness of the night, you appear before me and I get lost.
Passion is wearing stars as camouflage.
Dark is the desire in the eyes of the one looking my way. Embrace me with the depths of the night.
Fire burns on the skin and sparkles fly when we kiss... kiss me...
Moon.
There is light, there is freedom, there is you and me... there is us.
No one comes between us, no on can.
Distance is null when we stare.
In the darkness of the night, you appear before me and I get lost.
Passion is wearing stars as camouflage.
Dark is the desire in the eyes of the one looking my way. Embrace me with the depths of the night.
Fire burns on the skin and sparkles fly when we kiss... kiss me...
Moon.
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Anticipation
I see you and is over, I'm done, my will is gone.
Your arms open towards me offering redemption.
If melt like an ice cube before your eyes,
I can only imagine I'll turn into lava under your skin.
The memory I play in my mind hasn't even happened yet,
but I know it will be amazing, just like you.
I want to travel the map of your passion.
Discover the treasures hidden, waiting for me.
And live the future that needs to be created by us.
My fingers trace your shadow,
eager to learn how it feels.
I can't wait to know you... more.
Your arms open towards me offering redemption.
If melt like an ice cube before your eyes,
I can only imagine I'll turn into lava under your skin.
The memory I play in my mind hasn't even happened yet,
but I know it will be amazing, just like you.
I want to travel the map of your passion.
Discover the treasures hidden, waiting for me.
And live the future that needs to be created by us.
My fingers trace your shadow,
eager to learn how it feels.
I can't wait to know you... more.
Sunday, February 16, 2014
Do you want a comment or not?
I found a post. The writer was asking for feed back.
The article caught my attention, so I read it. I liked it and thought about leaving a comment.
What annoys me is when after I have done all the writing and hit 'post' I'm presented with:
'Your comment is being sent in for approval'... or something like that.
Not cool!
I'm sorry, but if someone is asking for feedback or a simple comment they should allow the comment immediately, because otherwise it seems like they are picking which comments should appear and which should not, and to me that defeats the purpose. Most of us will choose the nicer ones.
I know some people are not fan of foul language, understandable, but seriously, I doubt anyone under 18 will be reading posts like the one I'm talking about.
I don't remember with details what the article was about because it has been several days since I read it, but it wasn't anything a young kid would have been interested in, so if anyone had wanted to leave a foul word it would have been, not fine but acceptable. At the end that probably wouldn't have been the case anyway.
Now, I'm not sure if we are able to choose the settings for our own blogs, or they are set by the software we use because I've never left a comment to myself.
I just wanted to vent about that. What do you think?
Do you moderate the comments on your blog or not?
Friday, February 14, 2014
Love everlasting...?
Us... love everlasting?
My world spins around you,
for good or bad, for now, forever.
The moment we started the journey,
we knew it was going to be a long, treacherous path.
We knew we would find obstacles.
We would have to figure out whether to jump over or go around them.
We knew nothing, yet we knew it all.
A lifetime we had in front of us, to choose to live or to choose to leave.
We decided to stay and go for the hard work, and at the end, it has been so worth it.
Moments of weakness have come and gone, moments of sadness, moments of strenght, moments of joy.
We look at the picture we have painted and it smiles back at us. Back and white so pale, yet so colorful.
A vivid promise of what's to come.
Smiles and tears, anger and passion a mix... to live a love everlasting.
My world spins around you,
for good or bad, for now, forever.
The moment we started the journey,
we knew it was going to be a long, treacherous path.
We knew we would find obstacles.
We would have to figure out whether to jump over or go around them.
We knew nothing, yet we knew it all.
A lifetime we had in front of us, to choose to live or to choose to leave.
We decided to stay and go for the hard work, and at the end, it has been so worth it.
Moments of weakness have come and gone, moments of sadness, moments of strenght, moments of joy.
We look at the picture we have painted and it smiles back at us. Back and white so pale, yet so colorful.
A vivid promise of what's to come.
Smiles and tears, anger and passion a mix... to live a love everlasting.
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Say it with emoticons.
Okay...
I want to have a blog where whoever reads and wants to leave a comment can do so, but only with emoticons. You know, the smiley face, the grumpy face or... maybe the middle finger if the post deserves it... (nlm)
I know when I read a post sometimes I don't want to leave a comment, even if the post is good.
Maybe I don't feel like explaining why I liked or hated the post. Maybe I don't want to be rude and leave a hurtful comment (which I'd never do anyways) or maybe I don't want to look like I'm 'brown nosing' to someone to get a good comment in return on one of my posts, or a 'like' on my Facebook or Author pages, or a favorite on Twitter.
Let's face it, many of us will write a 'sucky' post at a point in our life, (Hey, I'm trying to sound positive here!)
I know I read and reread whatever I write before I hit the infamous 'send' button, and still after that, sometimes I feel like the post stinks! and if I'm lucky enough to get any comments at all they might be not too exciting, therefore here come the always handy and loved by all... THE EMOTICONS!!
I don't see this as a bad thing. There's nothing wrong with a simple gesture, after all the icons are kind of cute. Hehe.
So... what do you think? I've given smiley faces before, have you? :)
I want to have a blog where whoever reads and wants to leave a comment can do so, but only with emoticons. You know, the smiley face, the grumpy face or... maybe the middle finger if the post deserves it... (nlm)
I know when I read a post sometimes I don't want to leave a comment, even if the post is good.
Maybe I don't feel like explaining why I liked or hated the post. Maybe I don't want to be rude and leave a hurtful comment (which I'd never do anyways) or maybe I don't want to look like I'm 'brown nosing' to someone to get a good comment in return on one of my posts, or a 'like' on my Facebook or Author pages, or a favorite on Twitter.
Let's face it, many of us will write a 'sucky' post at a point in our life, (Hey, I'm trying to sound positive here!)
I know I read and reread whatever I write before I hit the infamous 'send' button, and still after that, sometimes I feel like the post stinks! and if I'm lucky enough to get any comments at all they might be not too exciting, therefore here come the always handy and loved by all... THE EMOTICONS!!
I don't see this as a bad thing. There's nothing wrong with a simple gesture, after all the icons are kind of cute. Hehe.
So... what do you think? I've given smiley faces before, have you? :)
Sunday, February 9, 2014
I found myself.
I found myself in the bottom of your eyes.
I looked into the abyss of the deep blue in them, and it imprisoned me.
Yes, I'm a lover of your shadow.
You must know how we are bound together.
We belong in the paradise I've created,
that is... if you want to join me.
I've found the piece of me that was missing,
and guess what? you had it all along!
Isn't it wonderful?
Do you even know what that is?
Will you return the feeling?
My life is worth the amount of love your heart holds for me.
Just know that it is you who rules my world,
like no one else has ever before.
I need to look no further.
I will remain anxiously waiting on the answer you're holding.
Wondering if you'll meet me there... in the bottom or your eyes.
I looked into the abyss of the deep blue in them, and it imprisoned me.
Yes, I'm a lover of your shadow.
You must know how we are bound together.
We belong in the paradise I've created,
that is... if you want to join me.
I've found the piece of me that was missing,
and guess what? you had it all along!
Isn't it wonderful?
Do you even know what that is?
Will you return the feeling?
My life is worth the amount of love your heart holds for me.
Just know that it is you who rules my world,
like no one else has ever before.
I need to look no further.
I will remain anxiously waiting on the answer you're holding.
Wondering if you'll meet me there... in the bottom or your eyes.
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Poetry in darkness.
In your soul I see
what you hide from me,
deep darkness within
I'm your light... let me in.
Passionate love I will make
to the story you've become,
as the enchantment of the senses
makes your memory my own.
Emptiness lurks around
wanting to stay,
missing, wondering if
only us should remain.
No excuses exist in me
if my world turns for you,
for in the mist of it all
We are meant to be.
But now you know
that my eyes see in your soul...
the nothing inside.
the darkness of your heart.
I'm your light... let me in.
~°~ ~•~ ~°~ ~•~ ~°~ ~•~ ~°~ ~•~ ~°~ ~•~ ~°~ ~•~
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what you hide from me,
deep darkness within
I'm your light... let me in.
Passionate love I will make
to the story you've become,
as the enchantment of the senses
makes your memory my own.
Emptiness lurks around
wanting to stay,
missing, wondering if
only us should remain.
No excuses exist in me
if my world turns for you,
for in the mist of it all
We are meant to be.
But now you know
that my eyes see in your soul...
the nothing inside.
the darkness of your heart.
I'm your light... let me in.
~°~ ~•~ ~°~ ~•~ ~°~ ~•~ ~°~ ~•~ ~°~ ~•~ ~°~ ~•~
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Friday, January 31, 2014
I'll never learn
You know? When I laid my eyes on you for the first time, I was in awe of your beauty.
I never thought you would become my world.
But the words faltered me and I cowered away, afraid of your rejection,
unaware that you felt the same passion towards me.
How happy would I have been if only I'd had the valor to face you.
Why didn't I say how much you meant to me? how much I loved you?
Maybe the story would have ended differently.
Now that I see you walking along, holding someone else's hand,
I fantasize that is me the one beside you.
Ironic as it might be, I was the one who facilitated the union between the two of you.
Stupidity filled my head and I pushed you away.
I took you for granted. I made mistakes that according to me were not a big deal.
I moved into a fantasy world created by me. And guess what? It wasn't real!
I played the wrong tune and didn't hit the high notes like I should have had.
My stupid pride made me loose you.
I'll never learn...
I'll never learn...
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I never thought you would become my world.
But the words faltered me and I cowered away, afraid of your rejection,
unaware that you felt the same passion towards me.
How happy would I have been if only I'd had the valor to face you.
Why didn't I say how much you meant to me? how much I loved you?
Maybe the story would have ended differently.
Now that I see you walking along, holding someone else's hand,
I fantasize that is me the one beside you.
Ironic as it might be, I was the one who facilitated the union between the two of you.
Stupidity filled my head and I pushed you away.
I took you for granted. I made mistakes that according to me were not a big deal.
I moved into a fantasy world created by me. And guess what? It wasn't real!
I played the wrong tune and didn't hit the high notes like I should have had.
My stupid pride made me loose you.
I'll never learn...
I'll never learn...
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Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Fire within.
Sitting by the fire contemplating the sparkle, listening to the rhythm of the wood crackling as it turns into bright red pieces of a puzzle no one would ever dare put together. Embers big and small take off from the top of the burning mound, going up fast in their search for the stars that will brighten our night
.
I, curled up against you and my bare skin feeds on your warmth.
The feeling is the best ever, so close, so sweet.
You hold me tight and kiss me tender,
as a deep, long sigh escapes my chest.
The night is just beginning, that means we have plenty of time for us.
I don't want this to end. I want this to last.
The sensation of your fingertips drawing curly lines on my naked back awakens the sleeping diva within me, and she wants you to show her the way.
You put my back against the wall and my arms up over my head,
you demand from me when I'm eager to give you my all.
But the eagerness of your request only makes me want to please you more.
Our bodies dance entangled with each other, skin to skin, soul to soul.
The need within you, entices me to ask for it all.
I feel the weight of your body crushing mine,
as the depth of you thoughts enter my mind.
Hands on, busy all over.
Touching, grabbing, caressing.
Worshiping the temple within me.
Commanding, demanding, taking and giving.
Give me all you got... I want it.
Extinguish the fire within me.
Read my friends!
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.
The feeling is the best ever, so close, so sweet.
You hold me tight and kiss me tender,
as a deep, long sigh escapes my chest.
The night is just beginning, that means we have plenty of time for us.
I don't want this to end. I want this to last.
The sensation of your fingertips drawing curly lines on my naked back awakens the sleeping diva within me, and she wants you to show her the way.
You put my back against the wall and my arms up over my head,
you demand from me when I'm eager to give you my all.
But the eagerness of your request only makes me want to please you more.
Our bodies dance entangled with each other, skin to skin, soul to soul.
The need within you, entices me to ask for it all.
I feel the weight of your body crushing mine,
as the depth of you thoughts enter my mind.
Hands on, busy all over.
Touching, grabbing, caressing.
Worshiping the temple within me.
Commanding, demanding, taking and giving.
Give me all you got... I want it.
Extinguish the fire within me.
Read my friends!
www.amazon.com/dp/b00b97j62q
Friday, January 24, 2014
Positive, believe... a poem.
Positive.
I'm positive where I belong... I think.
Believe?
Yes, I believe... Or not?
I look at you, then I realize I was wrong.
I can't help but seeing that not all is what I think it is,
that there's more here,
but whatever it is, is not for me.
My shadow lies to me.
My shadow follows you, everywhere you go.
But I need to stop loving you... now.
You said perhaps, you never said yes.
Still, I read the words that told me I belonged.
I read what I wanted and now I'm hurt.
If I had known, if only I could teach my heart right from wrong.
Time is what I need.
Will it heal the broken me?
I showed you what I wanted you to see,
but all I got was your indifference towards me.
And now I wonder if I'm still positive and believe.
I'm positive where I belong... I think.
Believe?
Yes, I believe... Or not?
I look at you, then I realize I was wrong.
I can't help but seeing that not all is what I think it is,
that there's more here,
but whatever it is, is not for me.
My shadow lies to me.
My shadow follows you, everywhere you go.
But I need to stop loving you... now.
You said perhaps, you never said yes.
Still, I read the words that told me I belonged.
I read what I wanted and now I'm hurt.
If I had known, if only I could teach my heart right from wrong.
Time is what I need.
Will it heal the broken me?
I showed you what I wanted you to see,
but all I got was your indifference towards me.
And now I wonder if I'm still positive and believe.
Beauty in darkness
There is beauty in the darkness of the night.
Beauty that can only be seen by the souls of those...
those, the ones in love.
Poetry unsaid, words unheard... love unrestrained.
Give me the moment you open your eyes every morning,
I want to remember it for the rest of my life.
I will need no more than that.
Let it loose, set it free... for me.
If the brightness of the day takes you away,
who am I going to be?
A memory of sorrow,
of what it could have been.
Whisper what you feel,
and let me feel it too.
Quench the thirst within me
keep my soul from the light because...
There's beauty in the darkness of the night, and I want to see...
Beauty that can only be seen by the souls of those...
those, the ones in love.
Poetry unsaid, words unheard... love unrestrained.
Give me the moment you open your eyes every morning,
I want to remember it for the rest of my life.
I will need no more than that.
Let it loose, set it free... for me.
If the brightness of the day takes you away,
who am I going to be?
A memory of sorrow,
of what it could have been.
Whisper what you feel,
and let me feel it too.
Quench the thirst within me
keep my soul from the light because...
There's beauty in the darkness of the night, and I want to see...
Friday, January 17, 2014
I curse
I curse. There, I said it. I curse and I'm sure so do you.
Why you might ask? well, many reasons for that.
I curse because sometimes it eases my frustrations. I'm sure you will understand where I'm coming from. If you have a house and all that comes with it, you curse.
The everyday things will make anybody curse.
Driving to work and having to share the road with people who I wonder how in the world they managed to get their driver license. I try not to but don't succeed, so, sometimes I curse.
Having to deal with the 8 Hrs. of work Monday through Friday, going back and forth just to keep the money coming in, because if I don't then I'm fucked. I'm sure a lot of you out there are cursing right now.
Having to deal with people who I practically have to hold their hands and help them bring the spoon to their mouths so they can eat because they are so damn useless, makes me curse. (not referring to people with real disabilities, God bless them.)
Having to let go of a bunch of my hard earned money to pay for all the goodies I like to have, also makes me curse. Yes the stuff is nice, but damn! it is expensive.
I curse, I'm sure daily. Even though I try not to, there's always something that will make me curse.
It is so simple to do and I find it relaxing, don't say it isn't!
But the most important reason as to why I curse, is the simplest of them all.
CURSE WORDS ARE PART OF THE ENGLISH VOCABULARY!!! which I particularly love.
Yes, I love English . Why you might ask?
It comes from way back. Being born a non American Citizen, I grew up speaking a different language and one of my all time desires was to learn to speak English.
I remember listening to the kids of some of my relatives speaking English when they would visit, and I would be in awe of how they could speak both languages and I couldn't. It was then when I decided I was going to learn to speak English, of curse moving to the USA helped a great deal, but living here is not a guarantee that a person will learn the language. I have a friend who has lived here for over 40 years and she still needs a translator, she never learned it. Why? many reasons, but my theory is that she never learned to love the language.
I could say that I've accomplished that but I'd be lying, because I'm a long way away from being 100% fluent. Yes, I can read it, I can speak it and as you can see here, I can also write it, and damn have I cursed as I've made my way through the English language. If you must know, it is hard to learn and hard to speak.
I still remember the day I realized that I understood what the woman broadcasting the news on TV was saying. Man! that felt good! (I don't think I cursed at that time, and if I did, it was probably not in English)
I don't find curse words offensive; what's offensive is the meaning we give to them because, lets get real, for instance:
'fuck'
many people will say that is one of the most offensive words out there, and probably one of the most wildly used curse word combined with other words which are as sweet as you mother. But that word is as bad as insult as it is as good as the reason we are here... just ask your parents. Sorry for the mental image, fuck, I might have ruined your day by now! But the reality is we all like to, well...
I've embraced the bad words in such way, that you'll be able to find a few in my stories. No, I don't curse like a sailor, so don't be alarmed. Even after all that cursing I'll say I'm a pretty decent person and can talk without using them... at times.
No, I'm not professionally trained when it comes to English. I have no English major, so anything that I dare to write here comes out of pure love for the language, and Lord have I learned! I'm proud of what I know and what I manage to learn every day.
I'm not going to go any further into other words that are just as used as the one above, because the list is looong, as you must know.
So there, I won't accuse you of not loving the language if you don't curse, because that's a choice, but you probably won't go to hell because you do it.
Any who... do you curse? If you do that's OK, you are just simply embracing part of the English vocabulary, just don't tell that to your kids until they turn 18.
In the meantime, I hope you also read.
www.amazon.com/dp/b00b97j62q
Why you might ask? well, many reasons for that.
I curse because sometimes it eases my frustrations. I'm sure you will understand where I'm coming from. If you have a house and all that comes with it, you curse.
The everyday things will make anybody curse.
Driving to work and having to share the road with people who I wonder how in the world they managed to get their driver license. I try not to but don't succeed, so, sometimes I curse.
Having to deal with the 8 Hrs. of work Monday through Friday, going back and forth just to keep the money coming in, because if I don't then I'm fucked. I'm sure a lot of you out there are cursing right now.
Having to deal with people who I practically have to hold their hands and help them bring the spoon to their mouths so they can eat because they are so damn useless, makes me curse. (not referring to people with real disabilities, God bless them.)
Having to let go of a bunch of my hard earned money to pay for all the goodies I like to have, also makes me curse. Yes the stuff is nice, but damn! it is expensive.
I curse, I'm sure daily. Even though I try not to, there's always something that will make me curse.
It is so simple to do and I find it relaxing, don't say it isn't!
But the most important reason as to why I curse, is the simplest of them all.
CURSE WORDS ARE PART OF THE ENGLISH VOCABULARY!!! which I particularly love.
Yes, I love English . Why you might ask?
It comes from way back. Being born a non American Citizen, I grew up speaking a different language and one of my all time desires was to learn to speak English.
I remember listening to the kids of some of my relatives speaking English when they would visit, and I would be in awe of how they could speak both languages and I couldn't. It was then when I decided I was going to learn to speak English, of curse moving to the USA helped a great deal, but living here is not a guarantee that a person will learn the language. I have a friend who has lived here for over 40 years and she still needs a translator, she never learned it. Why? many reasons, but my theory is that she never learned to love the language.
I could say that I've accomplished that but I'd be lying, because I'm a long way away from being 100% fluent. Yes, I can read it, I can speak it and as you can see here, I can also write it, and damn have I cursed as I've made my way through the English language. If you must know, it is hard to learn and hard to speak.
I still remember the day I realized that I understood what the woman broadcasting the news on TV was saying. Man! that felt good! (I don't think I cursed at that time, and if I did, it was probably not in English)
I don't find curse words offensive; what's offensive is the meaning we give to them because, lets get real, for instance:
'fuck'
many people will say that is one of the most offensive words out there, and probably one of the most wildly used curse word combined with other words which are as sweet as you mother. But that word is as bad as insult as it is as good as the reason we are here... just ask your parents. Sorry for the mental image, fuck, I might have ruined your day by now! But the reality is we all like to, well...
I've embraced the bad words in such way, that you'll be able to find a few in my stories. No, I don't curse like a sailor, so don't be alarmed. Even after all that cursing I'll say I'm a pretty decent person and can talk without using them... at times.
No, I'm not professionally trained when it comes to English. I have no English major, so anything that I dare to write here comes out of pure love for the language, and Lord have I learned! I'm proud of what I know and what I manage to learn every day.
I'm not going to go any further into other words that are just as used as the one above, because the list is looong, as you must know.
So there, I won't accuse you of not loving the language if you don't curse, because that's a choice, but you probably won't go to hell because you do it.
Any who... do you curse? If you do that's OK, you are just simply embracing part of the English vocabulary, just don't tell that to your kids until they turn 18.
In the meantime, I hope you also read.
www.amazon.com/dp/b00b97j62q
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