Sunday, March 22, 2009
The moon smiles
T he moon is smiling among the sky's many stars., a sliver of a smile just enough to warm my heart... and illuminate the dark of my life and of this night.
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Saturday, March 21, 2009
Tattered wings
A s I awake and see the light that streams from the window of my room, I notice as I look out there are a few flowers starting to bloom. and a butterfly, fluttering about, among the roses in the backyard calls my attention to her grace and swings Her yellow wings bright like the sun, move to the music that the wind plays when suddenly a ghost of wind makes them brush slightly against a thorn. Her wings tattered she seems to loose altitude, but she doesn't bleed. and she continues her dance of...
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Friday, March 20, 2009
Spring is here...
Light intrudes through her window in a most obnoxious way, kicking the pillows, she stirs in bed, and she feels the warmth of the breeze that sips through the crack in her door's glass through which freezing air whistled, just a few days past. Seduced by the silky softness of her sheet's caress, she tries to go back to dreaming, back to the sweet place where she could touch with words those that her mind had traced, to that far away corner of her life beaten soul that still kept love intact in a...
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Thursday, March 19, 2009
Beware of words
W ords can tell you things exist you would never have believed did, describe for you the most beautiful sights and teach you all about music even if you cannot hear With words we say I love you for the very first time, and with them we construct poems in our mind. We use them for hellos and for goodbyes, to pray and to damn, to tell the world what we feel and how it is that we came to look and act like this. Words can be sad and make us cry or sweet as sugar and make us smile. Printed words have...
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Wednesday, March 18, 2009
On the sand...
O n the sand is where I like to stand, watching the sun dip below the worn bridges and graying boat docks, past the green marsh reeds that sway back and forth like a pendulum of nature, under the passionate touch of a whipping wind. The pinks, oranges and yellows born from the sun overwhelm my mind as they dance on the gray stage of this winter sky like eternal lovers waltzing through time. I feel the cold on my face. The salty onshore breeze hastens its pace shaking my soul reminding me of all...
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Tuesday, March 17, 2009
I would not need to write this...
O n this sad Tuesday I am fondly thinking of the words you say and the things you do. and my old lie of not needing you disappears into the fine mist that from the gray clouds hiding the sun now, slowly drips. Loneliness is a harsh punishment for loving the right man, at the wrong moment, so I write, because you are not here, because wishes pent up in my heart long to be set free to be allowed to exist in the light. I write, but I am sweetly sad. For I know if you were here... the light from...
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Monday, March 16, 2009
Listen to the wind
L isten to the wind now that the magic of the moonlight is gone and the journey of the stars is in plain view. Listen to the wind and watch how it caresses the sea just so, making the water tremble as it awaits its kiss, creating sweet waves deep within it that in turn rush to touch the white sandy shores, leaving there as a memorial the sea weeds that the tide had tore the night before. Listen to that wind while it whispers to the tall palm trees that humbly bend to salute him with respect, and...
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Sunday, March 15, 2009
I am so ashamed
I sat by the sea today I sat there and felt ashamed for I remembered all the other nights and days when I sat there in that same place staring into a sea that seemed so cold, and feeling so alone pleading with a God I thought was deaf, asking Him to please bring my love back, to spare his mind, promising Him anything and everything for one more hour in his arms. Now he is back and instead of falling on my knees thanking G-d for the miracle that is he, I fret and complain... about he not being...
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Saturday, March 14, 2009
You came back to me
Y ou came back to me so changed I did not recognize you So long was your time away that you became someone else someone I do not know and who does not know who I am. Those lips I knew so well have a different taste and what before you took your time in doing, now you do in haste. Even though you are next to me I feel I am still waiting for you for I can tell that the eyes that I loved so, are not the ones I look now into I have you in my arms, but I know you are not mine and my kisses die of...
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Friday, March 13, 2009
He will find another woman
H e will find another woman. Love fades, time passes and even huge fires end up as ashes. Sometimes, even if no one wants it feelings and touches get old, and he will seek someone else to hold once I am from his life gone. He might tell her he forgot my last kiss and pretend he does not care if she says my name... but one day... perhaps when he hears an old song or sees someone that resembles me, he will think of all the words we said all the things we shared and his heart will skip a beat It...
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Thursday, March 12, 2009
The night dreams its blue
T he night dreams it is blue and the stars seem to group together as if they were discussing the beauty of a moon that shines round and magnificent, queen of the sky, bathing everything below her in silvery light. A bird rehearses a new song perched on a snow covered tree and I don't dare move, afraid of upsetting the perfect world before me. I am alone in the dark. Time does not exist Nothing is real in this night that shouldn't be Only I am here, only me, my sad memories and this dream and my...
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Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Just ran out of time...
I was Earth and you were Fire but we ran through life together like to fugitives from the same sentence. I loved you so much, not because I shared your bed, but because you were my mate, my warmth, my shade. I was a child when we met, but I loved you like a woman loves a man, without second thoughts, without regrets. It is sad that after all that's happened, we should be growing apart and because this is so true...it is so sad I am left with quilty feelings I can not explain like if I had cursed...
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Tuesday, March 10, 2009
He walks in arrogance...
H e walks in arrogance like the sun that raises every day to illuminate the world and knows that without him there'll be no life on Earth. The Moon and the stars are in his eyes filled with the visions of a thousand works of art yet to be born out of the genius of his hands, but so engrossed is he with the glory he seeks that he forgets to tend to the needs of his heart and when he looks around, he finds himself alone for all that he once loved are now gone
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Monday, March 9, 2009
Its time to think...
Paint me capture my soul again and again in the emptiness of your mind and paste it on a white canvass It will not ease your mind not unless dreams can ease time. Keep me away from everything that once meant something far from that place we reached by loving but you can not keep my soul it is free and it belongs to the world. as once yours did too, remember.... when the leaves were falling that cold September and you swore you loved me but it could not be the love that I wanted, only you and me,...
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How many times...
How many times must I touch a flame to learn that it burns How many times can I forgive and forget the hurtful things you say How many more times... must I sit and cry feeling my heart brake There's nothing I can do I guess I'll have to say goodbye broken hearted...very soon
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Sunday, March 8, 2009
Because you are not there...
T he light of the moon does not shine through my window in the middle of the lonely night and the stars have lost their shine for I don't want to wish upon their soothing light, the dark is so much blacker, and the days are so less bright. At dawn the sun comes up without colors, and the sea looks gray and sad; my heart has noticed your absence, my whole body aches for your heart, so in the west, when the day is dying the sun will have to go off without my goodbye and no hues of mauve and...
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Saturday, March 7, 2009
Fate
A river runs mighty and free through mountains and plains on his way to the sea. It does not know what it wants, what it seeks but it flows forward towards what it cannot yet see. It does not stop to look at the flowers that the prairie adorn, or to delight in the sweet fragrance of the spring mountain air, it rushes trough, it does not care about the beautiful colors of the sunsets, the dawns, or any of the other wonders it misses as it runs, and that when they are done, never again will happen...
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Thursday, March 5, 2009
Once upon a time
Once upon a time there was a wine, a happy wine that went sour in the glass waiting for the toast that never came Once upon a time there was a rose bush that ran out of roses, because you would trade her roses for my kisses Once upon a time a golden bell used to toll every afternoon while we made love, back when you were mine... once upon a time, now, it does not toll and the river, that river of sweet and clear waters by which we used to hand in hand stroll... slowly dried up without our love...
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Wednesday, March 4, 2009
The haunting...
A small white house with a red coral roof stood all alone on top of a hill, It sat there, empty and in silence, amongst majestic trees covered in gold and orange dying leaves, surrounded by a sea of grass so tall, that it hid the unkempt soil that once, on a not so distant Spring, had birthed a myriad of flowers as a beautiful gift for the girl that lived there then, but now no longer did. The autumn wind blew cold and harsh, shaking the trunks of the big old trees, and beating relentless on the...
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Tuesday, March 3, 2009
I felt the power of God's love.
It was dark and cold and though all day the snow had come and gone, fallen and melted, the dark clouds that menacingly lurked never seemed to empty A biting wind blew making the cold more present and the woods bright with snow stood out from the dark shinning under the half moon's silver light that seemed in the starless sky so out of place. In the distance a wolf cried its sad song calling for the comfort of a mate and as I walked in the dusk of the blue evening among trees that finally had...
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