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...
www.amazon.com/dp/b00b97j62q
Friday, January 31, 2014
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!
www.amazon.com/dp/b00b97j62q
.
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
Thursday, January 16, 2014
After the holidays
After the holidays are gone the emptiness comes.
OK, I just now finished putting my Christmas decorations up. Yes this late! I couldn't bring myself to disassemble the Christmas tree because I thought it looked so pretty.
It wasn't big, nor new, nor pre lit (which I'll have one of those next season) but I poured my heart and soul into decorating it. I know its not a designer style tree or anything like that but to me it looked pretty darn good.
This particular tree has been in my possession for about 5 years, it was not new when I got it and it didn't cost me a penny but it's time for it to go.
So... I thought to celebrate its last year of life I would give it a little more glamour to its decor, and the result is here so judge for yourself, (nicely if you don't mind) hehe.
I love putting everything out. The tree, the lights and all the other small trinkets I spread all over the house. I just simply love Christmas.
But now all is gone back into the boxes they belong... sad, and the house looks empty.
To me it seems as if the holidays bring a extra amount of everything. There's more happiness because of the decor, the music, the smell of the season, the spending time with family and yes, the spending of money which sometimes I tend to over do. (that's not included in the happiness)
But hey! it's just once a year! what's the big deal? I must now find something else to spread around to make it look decent again.
The effort was worth it, it always is, even doing the whole thing on my own. (no help here)
Any who, I just wanted to share the last picture of my tree with you all.
The best for 2014.
Peace.
In the meantime lets read!
www.amazon.com/dp/b00b97j62q
OK, I just now finished putting my Christmas decorations up. Yes this late! I couldn't bring myself to disassemble the Christmas tree because I thought it looked so pretty.
It wasn't big, nor new, nor pre lit (which I'll have one of those next season) but I poured my heart and soul into decorating it. I know its not a designer style tree or anything like that but to me it looked pretty darn good.
This particular tree has been in my possession for about 5 years, it was not new when I got it and it didn't cost me a penny but it's time for it to go.
So... I thought to celebrate its last year of life I would give it a little more glamour to its decor, and the result is here so judge for yourself, (nicely if you don't mind) hehe.
But now all is gone back into the boxes they belong... sad, and the house looks empty.
To me it seems as if the holidays bring a extra amount of everything. There's more happiness because of the decor, the music, the smell of the season, the spending time with family and yes, the spending of money which sometimes I tend to over do. (that's not included in the happiness)
But hey! it's just once a year! what's the big deal? I must now find something else to spread around to make it look decent again.
The effort was worth it, it always is, even doing the whole thing on my own. (no help here)
Any who, I just wanted to share the last picture of my tree with you all.
The best for 2014.
Peace.
In the meantime lets read!
www.amazon.com/dp/b00b97j62q
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
Read it, act it... feel it... hopefully.
(Resting forehead on left hand)
I hear people talk... (eyes closed)
I hear, but I'm not listening.
All there is, is... static... white noise.
I'm out there, but I'm nowhere to be found... I'm lost. Come find me! (hand reaching out)
I'm begging you, can you not see me? can you not hear me? (head tilted right)
I hear people talk... (eyes closed)
I hear, but I'm not listening.
All there is, is... static... white noise.
I'm out there, but I'm nowhere to be found... I'm lost. Come find me! (hand reaching out)
I'm begging you, can you not see me? can you not hear me? (head tilted right)
(Eyes looking down)
My soul find itself alone in the bottomless darkness of your eyes.
My soul find itself alone in the bottomless darkness of your eyes.
Open them!!! (frown)
Let the light in. (Now looking up intensely staring)
How do you expect me to stay if you keep me alienated?
Don't you see my pain? (teary eyes)
(Looking up)
Stop for a moment and think! Think about what you are doing... (tears roll down)
you are destroying me, and I'm fading away... away from you.
Stop for a moment and think! Think about what you are doing... (tears roll down)
you are destroying me, and I'm fading away... away from you.
That's what I'm now, a shadow of what I used to be. A story read so long ago that no one is interested in hearing it anymore.
(Looking down)
I'm done... and I don't want to be.
Please help me now... don't wait any longer.
(Forehead resting on left hand...)
(Looking down)
I'm done... and I don't want to be.
Please help me now... don't wait any longer.
(Forehead resting on left hand...)
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
Who and why.
Who I follow, and why.
Okay, honestly, I don't follow every single person or account that follows me on Twitter. I hand pick who I follow for different reasons.
1.- I follow anyone who writes. Be it a writer, blogger, etc. Those people are simply interesting to me.
2.- I follow anyone who has something to say, whether it's funny, interesting, informative or even silly.
3.- I don't follow anyone who follows for no reason. I mean, what's the point of following someone that has absolutely nothing to say? Like, follow me, I follow back and that's it. No thanks!
4.- I very seldom follow people who doesn't write in the languages I speak, because since I love to interact with my 'tweeps' I hate not being able to communicate, but if they have a picture that calls my attention for whatever reason, there's a possibility that I will follow. I will try to communicate with some of my followers with the help of the almighty Google translator, even though I know I'll probably make an a** of myself because GT is very unreliable, or any other translator for that matter. Hey, I'm trying!
And last but not least...
5.- I don't follow any account or person that offers me followers, ever! So don't bother.
So now...Who and why do you follow? I'm sure you have your special reasons.
www.amazon.com/dp/b00b97j62q
Okay, honestly, I don't follow every single person or account that follows me on Twitter. I hand pick who I follow for different reasons.
1.- I follow anyone who writes. Be it a writer, blogger, etc. Those people are simply interesting to me.
2.- I follow anyone who has something to say, whether it's funny, interesting, informative or even silly.
3.- I don't follow anyone who follows for no reason. I mean, what's the point of following someone that has absolutely nothing to say? Like, follow me, I follow back and that's it. No thanks!
4.- I very seldom follow people who doesn't write in the languages I speak, because since I love to interact with my 'tweeps' I hate not being able to communicate, but if they have a picture that calls my attention for whatever reason, there's a possibility that I will follow. I will try to communicate with some of my followers with the help of the almighty Google translator, even though I know I'll probably make an a** of myself because GT is very unreliable, or any other translator for that matter. Hey, I'm trying!
And last but not least...
5.- I don't follow any account or person that offers me followers, ever! So don't bother.
So now...Who and why do you follow? I'm sure you have your special reasons.
www.amazon.com/dp/b00b97j62q
Monday, January 6, 2014
Life goes on
Life goes on, and I know
I'll never own
the piece of ground
I'm standing on.
It's all in borrowed time
and mine will coming to an end,
it'll be in front of me,
only I just don't know when.
Take my advice
I'll share that with you too.
Don't waste such precious thing
as before is gone you'll pay your dues.
What you get out of being ill?
don't you know this life is a thrill?
Live and enjoy while you can,
for it is not something you can will.
Easier said than done I know,
but then again, I really don't.
I'll just try my best,
and I'll let you do the rest.
Life is passing by,
did you not see that?
It just left you behind...
www.amazon.com/dp/b00b97j62q
I'll never own
the piece of ground
I'm standing on.
It's all in borrowed time
and mine will coming to an end,
it'll be in front of me,
only I just don't know when.
Take my advice
I'll share that with you too.
Don't waste such precious thing
as before is gone you'll pay your dues.
What you get out of being ill?
don't you know this life is a thrill?
Live and enjoy while you can,
for it is not something you can will.
Easier said than done I know,
but then again, I really don't.
I'll just try my best,
and I'll let you do the rest.
Life is passing by,
did you not see that?
It just left you behind...
www.amazon.com/dp/b00b97j62q
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