Martas poems

C lose your eyes, let the world slide off your shoulders into that big void your unfulfilled wishes have left. Lay your head on my chest, don't think of anything but the touch of my fingers as they softly slide through your hair... let the soft beating of my heart be the music that lulls you to sleep, Nothing can harm you, nothing can make you weep, for I will be here beside you as you drift off into that land of dreams a land of rainbows and colored clouds where you will fly with the birds and... Sign in to see full entry.

I t thunders... and my soul gets thrown once more into a world long gone a world of hopes crushed where dreams died before being born, a place of dark gray skies and clouds that raced always away pushed by a wind that knew could never stay. a world of cold tears in warm afternoons, of memories that I thought had gone away, only to feel them come back again strong and vivid... to mercilessly play with my mind to make me feel in an instant of agony the eternity of time I walk into the unrelenting... Sign in to see full entry.

P leasure boats filled with people going nowhere cruising the blue green waters of a calm summer sea, the rumble of their motors drowning the endless murmur of the waves that softly rush the soft sandy beach, where scattered about, like casualties of an epic battle a multitude of bodies lies still under the blasting heat, sweating, melting, eagerly soaking in the rays of a punishing sun, finding pleasure in the burning of their skin. They splash lotion on to ward off the pain, and though their... Sign in to see full entry.

T ell me, when the sun rises and soft colors displace the darkness of night, when light invades all, slowly filling the void that her absence had caused, do you forget that the stars are still there, just beyond that light and that they are shinning like before, like always, just as bright? And when the storm rages, and the rain writes mysterious messages on your window's glass, when thunder and lightning rush through your room hastening the beat of your heart, Do you forget that the sun is... Sign in to see full entry.

I t hurts, I know it does, I see your soul hiding behind the wall you built with the remains of your dead dreams and your old smiles. I see your heart, afraid to love again hanging on to a shred of futile hope, telling itself the feelings are all gone, but knowing all too well they are not. The pain of memories you won't let go of, shows in the sadness that clouds your eyes.. memories that haunt your nights and curse your days. In your mind, you play and play the tattered film of what happened... Sign in to see full entry.

I wish I could fly, among the clouds exist. Fly somewhere far... not to hide, but to make myself over to be anyone but me, someone free of the memories that haunt me and steal my sleep I so wish I could become part of the colors of the dark, those bright reds and oranges and greens that in clear nights tint the stars I wish I could go up to play among them so that when you looked up, on a moonless night and they reflected in your eyes I could be there, just another point of light in the long and... Sign in to see full entry.

Central Park is this morning, truly a wonderful place. People walk up and down, talking, smiling, at rest, dressed in colorful clothes, and behaving their best. But if one looks beyond it, pass the fanfare and facade one can see in those faces, many stories, many tales, images of other times, other lives, other places.. and maybe even the traces of the tears that not so long ago, rolled down the smiling faces that walk by me as a go I look around and a see a multitude of things. There are... Sign in to see full entry.

My eyes were shut tight and my ears were deaf to the beauty of life, with only clues and hints of something real. Confused was I, like a great city highway with winding, twisting thoughts going nowhere. but just then... I read the words of a friend that like a blue bird singing from a window sill some unplanned melody showed me the simplicity of hope and I found myself smiling, singing a song I'd never heard without rhyme or reason-- without one care. and in the midst of that song all lesser... Sign in to see full entry.

I sit by my window looking through its colored glass into the strength of a storm. I relish the angry rain that bravely leaves its cloudy home, admiring the lightning bolts that boldly make the dark sky bright and the thunder that loyally follows it, always echoing its light. A symphony for the senses, wet, loud, intense, full of life. I let my mind and soul fill with the thrilling sensations, the fright, of the angry pounding rain that gives voice to my sadness, that embodies my pain. I watch... Sign in to see full entry.

Never again will I walk with you hand in hand through these windy streets, counting blessings, making dreams. Never again will I gaze deep into your eyes feeling the eternal essence of our love within and in the grasp of our consuming passion scream, feeling your hands touching secret places of me. Never again will you show me the path to that place that exists only when you bring it out with your kiss. I see the dry leaves that in the wind leave never again to be with their lonely tree, but I... Sign in to see full entry.

I f I were a shadow, ethereal and transparent empty of form, you could fill me with your love with your thoughts, with you.... If I were upset, you could say things to calm me down, to soothe me; leaving me with smiles. And then, you could come back for what you had left behind, the core of me... that longed for you. If I were a shadow lost in time... always in the darkness I would linger, waiting for you to pull me near and say you love me; but you would not, Instead you'd say: "its not the... Sign in to see full entry.

I s there anything more haunting than far away drumming thunder filling our heart with fear... with longing...? When I hear it, if I am writing, my pen just runs away from the ideas that in my head had been stirring for so long and with a life of its own, to the rhythm of that thunder, so forbidding, it starts to write about my lost dreams, about the feelings I've hidden, about all those sad, tender things that with the far sound of thunder announcing incoming rain, run, as if scared out from my... Sign in to see full entry.

Holding his, her heart walks towards oblivion under the warm rain of what promises to be a slow summer. She does not complain because like a crazy math professor she knows she has subtracted and subtracted, never adding so she is not surprised she's ended up with nothing She has listened to old songs and written about old sunsets delighting in the closeness that she felt with what she remembered used to be. and in her verses, she spoke of the colors that illuminated the birth of every day but... Sign in to see full entry.

T onight I watched the cold winds blow through tattered clouds tinged yellow by the setting sun. Tonight I felt the poetry of life in the wine that ran like blood down my throat. Colors of emotion crossed my tongue and I tasted that pain from so long ago..... Tonight as I sat down to force some passage of nondescript sadness into my screen but I realized it wasn't forced, I realized it wasn't sadness, I realized it was you...... You unknowingly whispered all the words softly into my ear and I... Sign in to see full entry.

Two people walk down a deserted street, just a man and a woman holding hands in the rain. Others pass them by, avoiding them with diligence... hurrying towards their own unending silence, but I watch the couple from my own obscure place blinded by the love that reflects in their face.. and something in me searches for that which I don't have, in those two wet, lovingly intertwined hands, for if I am to accept that love like theirs exists, I would need a reason, a sign, a miracle to make me... Sign in to see full entry.

A butterfly danced around a fire on a moonless night admiring the hypnotic brightness of its flame, the warmth she felt as she came near made her feel good about herself and she put aside her instinctive fear as she caught her reflection in the deep puddles summer rains had left on the floor the night before. She loved the way her wings sparkled in the brightness of that fire's glow she knew she should leave but she did not want to go she wanted more of it...she wanted it so, and with every... 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.

T he summer night was spreading across Miami, across the peaceful ocean, everything was right, everything was lovely. The stars lent their light and it all became hopeful, forgiven, ecstatic... They made love over and over and forever and nothing on this earth could have distracted her for in that hotel suite was everything she needed, comfortably far from the lights of the infamous South Beach, but still close enough, so that the energy of those thousand lives touching, laughing, crying,... Sign in to see full entry.

If I could touch you, If I could gaze upon your face, I would not see you, I would see love up close, the living dream unfolded and alive. I would be filled completely by the magic of your smile. No, it would not be a spell cast by a force unknown or one known: it would be raw heat, wild like lightening, but sweet. It would be a thing rare to man, something not hidden, but something unsought because it's feared. Great love leaves nothing to chance. It opens wide all its doors that the breeze may... Sign in to see full entry.

W hen its my time to go, on a star filled night I will never see, I will close my eyes for ever and the sad tides of an ocean I can no longer feel will come in and out without kissing me. Others will sing what I sang when the clouds ran dressed in soft pastels to meet the setting sun, and I kissed eager lips just for fun Dust will gather inside the empty glass with which I toasted my dreams and celebrated my past... when its my time to go, and in spring afternoons, like this one today, it will... Sign in to see full entry.