Martas poems

I see... the river waters tiptoe quietly down its bed taking with them, like a golden prize, the yellow leaves that from the poplars last night fell. They are so clear... so silent these waters that the leaves seem nugets floating above their rocky bottom going no where fast on this cold day of autumn enjoing the soft touch of the wind, which lingers around like a phantom present but not seen or felt One would think it wasn't there... the wind for it does not show itself except in the way the... Sign in to see full entry.

By the flickering light of a candle, she feels the emptiness enveloping her, invading the very core of her being. Maddening thoughts arising from some dark corner of the soul rarely touched unleash terror her mind cannot understand. All that she knows is torn apart in the realization that every dream is an illusion... all she is meant to be will never come to pass Life is what it is, and though the woman that stares back at her from the mirror seems young still... full of life, she knows the... Sign in to see full entry.

T he sun goes off. A sleepy darkness envelopes all. Little by little as my eyes adjust, things that were familiar before take on mystic qualities, they look different they glow, as if they possessed something within, something I had missed, Their shadows seduce me and I start drinking in the softness of their blurred shapes, as the light from within them dissolves into night, My mind takes flight, fueled by the surreal ambiance of the dark. I feel myself melting, diffusing into a dream filled... Sign in to see full entry.

I walk through a path of frozen mud, a twisted narrow way I somehow know leads to the top. Along the way, the trees, some dressed in gold, some in red like the color of blood, tremble trying to embrace the frigid soil that shivers under an early frost. There are no sounds, except for a primitive, primal, rhythmic thump that grows louder as I continue to go forth. My body shakes. tired and hungry, lonely and untouched, as it feels the kiss of the wind so cold. My eyes look beyond the trees and... Sign in to see full entry.

I t rains and I look for you, walking by the shore where all memories are imperviously edged by the hands of time. There is no one else on the beach, just me walking among the dream like shapes raindrops draw on the sand, as the waves sensually kiss my feet. How wonderful this heavenly bath feels, cool and awakening, embracing and sweet. The wetness that surrounds all has no beginning, no end, there is no rain, no ocean, no wind... it all combines in a surreal mist is as if I were walking... Sign in to see full entry.

Its cold outside but the stars that fill the sky don't seem to mind for they are as beautiful as ever, bestowing their shine upon a world starved for the clarity of their light The autumn leaves that yesterday were so bright today, brown and brittle, casualties of time, fly about in the coolness of the night pushed by a North wind that blows hard..., their rufled sounds combining with the romantic rushing of ocean waves which have come from very far to kiss the shore and perhaps murmur to its... Sign in to see full entry.

Fingers of light drawing on my skies filling with color the new born night they make everything so beautiful... and as their work softly fades darkness, my trusted friend, comes my way all dressed up in many points of light. I welcome him into my bed Sign in to see full entry.

Like the moon that shines among the stars, illuminating with their help the somber night, I would like to be in your darkness, a light, to brighten your sadness and make you smile. If I only could, If I would have met you first... you would be my only thought and I would be your best. I would kiss you and hug you, if you were feeling lost and assure you that in my heart you would always have a place. I would be your toy to play with when you are bored and the soft pillow where you lay your head... Sign in to see full entry.

Once upon a time, on a Fall long ago, through crowded city streets we hand in hand walked discussing everything and nothing, admiring the new and the old I remember you laughed at me for being so dumb that I preferred to be the one that dreamed awake instead of the one that without dreaming slept I was hypnotized by your intensity you were charmed by what you called my innocence. So many promises were made, I knew you were lying then... when you said you'd love me for ever They were beautiful... Sign in to see full entry.

Some day you will understand that like the wind, some things exist even if they are not seen And If in a cold winter night your frozen soul thaws warmed by the heat of a fire you thought was old, a fire you put out long ago when love went away and left you all alone, you'll understand then, that like river waters... some things are always leaving but never gone. Perhaps one day crossing a street you'll remember something you wanted, almost had, but could not keep. and you will understand,... Sign in to see full entry.

The bed looks inviting with its soft silk white sheets so tightly wrapped around the mattress, and seems to beckon my soul to rest. Through the opened window a soft ray of moon light illuminates the room, but no breeze comes through it there is only heat... the humid heat dense, and heavy....of a late summer's night. There are no pleasant smells of blooming pink flowers. or sultry ones coming from the near by blue sea, just the bed there so peaceful, and the pale blue light that makes... Sign in to see full entry.

Its gray and bleak all around in the darkened sky from within which the clouds cry on, but I smile...feeling small in the middle of it all and at the same time somehow tall, like I could reach the top of those trees that dance back and forth to the music of the wind. People run to hide behind their walls but I walk on happily listening to the storm. The rain caresses me, cleanses my soul and my heart sings a song I never heard before Sign in to see full entry.

I t rains so hard... as if the gray clouds were crying for something they'd lost, a constant wall of water reminiscent of tropical deluges and yet, there is a coldness in the water that falls from that sky, that white sky devoid of warmth, a coldness that submerges my mind in Autumn blues, overtaking my will, immersing my mind in a nostalgic fog. Those Autumn blues, that softly, slowly, descend upon my soul, when I look out of my window and I see the leaves fall, covered in shinny, shimmering... Sign in to see full entry.

There are no bright colors in the sunset today... dark gray clouds, like puffs of smoke, race around on the pale blue of a sky in which the sun slowly dims as if it were dying off as it sinks into the void of the imminent dark and everything around even my heart stops for a moment to admire the wonder of this colorless art The sea has colored itself empathetically light and fueled by the wind its waves angrily pound the helpless shore where I the entrance of the moon impatiently await. and so I... Sign in to see full entry.

H e was the bridge between what was and what is and in your mind, in your dreams, he became the reason to fight and to win. Impossible feelings to explain, words fail, images fade, and all that remains is a very faint trail that leads from the place where it all once began, to the sad realization that nothing ever lasts. But its not so, my sweet princess, love does last and you will learn that pain does pass. With the Wolf and the Horse you will run again through the forests of your dreams and... Sign in to see full entry.

Lets sit under the shadow of our tree in this vague crepuscular haze and contemplate as we did that day, the water of the river tiptoe its way down to the sea unafraid of what it could encounter... excited for what it will see lets surrender again to the wind's shy eloquence and listen to what it has to say when it brushes our hair as it did then only today it will do so with the many dreams it has since back then shred and perhaps the same bird that sang that afternoon of sweet illusions and... Sign in to see full entry.

How silly we act, always searching for what we have not lost If we were to find what we think we are looking for would we know we have? We don't need to search near or far As the cool stream which becomes the rapids, we are confused by the loudness of our thinking. Our clay thoughts want life like the mountain and the eagle. We spin great webs of circular reasoning, and call it virtue, life and truth while Truth stands amused at this little wave which does not see it is the ocean. and misses the... Sign in to see full entry.

I walk. trying not to think, alone through the whispering forest. admiring the naked trees, so tall and seemingly care free, happyly swaying in the Autumn wind, their branches striving to touch the sky so blue. And I find myself wishing I could fly, fly away somewhere within that turquoise sky where I could make myself over to be a better me, a me that did not think and like those trees could feel free, free of the memories that haunt and steal my sleep. I walk and try to stay empty inside, but... Sign in to see full entry.

I like writing in the dark. It feels private, like if I were by myself, alone in a path to find what I need and the words I write, the words I bleed, paint a door stepping through which I feel what I cannot live, those words I see in my screen appear, that little by little tell of my wants, of my fears, and at times they reveal things I don't want the world to know I need, feelings I prefer others not to know I have, They hurt sometimes, those words I write, but I could not stop myself from... Sign in to see full entry.

I look outside and see the soft light of a setting sun bathing the naked trees in my backyard, a surreal sight, to look outside and find everything painted in mauve light, as if the fingers of the new born night had reached out from the other side to caress and ease the world into the dark. I wish there was some special light that would envelope my aching heart and ease it into its goodnight. Sign in to see full entry.