Martas poems

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... Sign in to see full entry.

And at night...when the sun goes to sleep and a million stars brighten the sky... when my bed is empty and there is so much time I want to kiss a hand that's holding mine, rest my head on a chest and listen to a heart. I want to open my soul to someone and put aside all I know, silence all memories, all thoughts, so that my mind can open enough to accept the new, I want warm arms around me like there used to be making me feel protected... telling me I belong, and I want to know that which I was... Sign in to see full entry.

Today I read the poems we wrote so long ago. It was like opening the door of a room closed for a long time to find the scent of past dreams floating inside, I felt like if I were setting back the hands of a magic clock. bewitched by fate to mark only the hours I forgot and It was sad... sad like the reflection of a star in a well or that of a candle in a broken mirror. Our Love smiled when it was burning hot as if it didn't know that fire always ends up in ashes. Time has passed and I was... Sign in to see full entry.

Sometimes the sun rises in streaks of pink that reach across the darkness like fingers of light painting a beauty, delicate and unique sweet and soft like a Japanese print Others, its light appears angry and intense like a force emanating from hell, its brightness from behind the trees projecting and the purpure rays making the sky so red it looks like the forest is burning. Still, other times like today the sun just slips out from his home in the dark with a message of love in his rays and... Sign in to see full entry.

Its late. The day is done and there were many things I got to do one of them being not thinking of you. I feel dreams knocking at the back door of my brain and I feel tired, spent, but not in pain... with an almost pleasant numbness in my head... and yes, there are traces of you still in there, but to a peaceful, restful night they are no threat for they are just like the tracks of a long departed jet plane across a blue sky, just lingering there, empty, floating in the air, awaiting the wind of... Sign in to see full entry.

I am standing by the window of the study thinking about you, looking out at the wide sweep of a green valley spotted here and there with patches of color...so bright... and I marvel at the sight, because not two weeks ago everything out there was white, covered in a cotton- like late snow. I can see from here the river flow... bordering the miles of flat woods that run towards the straight line of the horizon as someone trying to escape would, and right on it... on that imaginary line which only... Sign in to see full entry.

I wrote this when I was 16 years old... I found it while searching my grandfathers attic in upstate NY. I hope you read it and laugh with me:-) but please remember.... it was 1970 and things were different then... If I were ever to surrender my will completely and totally to a man, it would be because he can fulfill every dream I've had since my dreams began He would have to take me places I never dreamed and in the midst of passion make me scream He would have to be, besides my lover, my friend... Sign in to see full entry.

The rain in the city was either sad, soft and persistent or torrencial and inconvenient, but always inconsequential, for instead of being an event the rain falling on the buildings always became part of the city itself, not stopping anything, not changing much... but today, in the forest, the rain was special, magical, intense, and with the infinite possibilities of its wet touch, it drenched the trees, the soil, my soul melting upon all, with an immense confused sound not unlike that of a... Sign in to see full entry.

It was not love...it was something else, but if we are to believe what people said, I sinned by offering you water that could have never satiated your thirst. It was not love, it was not that which churns in ones blood like a burning fire... it was more like something that's been always there that we find by chance... and lose again but it stays there somehow... somewhere, like an almost imperceptible pain... and that afternoon when you came to me and gave me that red balloon I closed my eyes... Sign in to see full entry.

Somehow it feels right when I imagine what you and I would be like... the way you look at me... and how I want to stare right back... tell me that together we could make sparks. I know nothing about you, not really but I feel in my heart loving you would be so easy... It would be like waking to a beautiful dawn and keeping the colors alive till the setting of the sun, I could be your dream, your one star in the sky, you, my knight in shinning armor, atracting me to your light. We could forget... Sign in to see full entry.

I am with you... thinking about you, sitting in your shadow, your silent shadow that like the reflection of the trees on the placid water of the river trembles with the motion of the wind. With my head resting on your lap I stare at the sky trying not to think of tomorrows, hoping that if a tear escapes my eyes and I sigh you'll think that I am just watching a beautiful bird pass by Behind your gentle face I can see the sunset framing you with its vibrant colors, the perfectly woven tapestry of... Sign in to see full entry.

There was an old temple built on top of a mountain hidden for centuries behind tall trees We found it just by chance, you and me, while we walked by a river in Brazil and saw a light reflecting from its cross, mysteriously beckoning us to come. and when we got up there we were greeted by its walls, blackened by the passage of time Twisting around, hugging them tight, green supple ivy climbed its columns up high Its floors, once magnificent now laid cracked,covered, by the growth of the forest... Sign in to see full entry.

I don't remember the place where we were or the time it was when you left. I don't know why you felt so mine or why I lost you when everything seemed so fine. I just remember it was raining hard, like it rains now, though now the rain is sadder for there is no you. I was crying... that I recall, did not know what to do and you said,drying my face with your hand, I was sweet. You looked into my eyes, kissed me on the cheek, and walked away without looking back, so tall... You left me there...... Sign in to see full entry.

Live dream by dream and dream day by day... If others scare you or hold you back, remember there is no need to run or scream, not as long as you can dream, for only a dream can make things right make what's small great, and greatness you will never regret... but beware, becoming a queen or king one can become a slave and loneliness is the prize one gets when wanting glory one forgets that some little things are more important than fame. Cry if you must, soul cleansing tears are never a shame,... Sign in to see full entry.

Loosing my self into the dark sea of his eyes just above me... his eyes...they can taste my need... and I need him so His arms go around me... his breath brushes my face... and each tender touch, each soft kiss; draws me close to his beckoning lips. My heart races as he touches my hair... and his hands full of love trace the the shape of my breasts I am so near him now... both in body and soul, and my thoughts become blury I can't think any more. Love or lust...I don't care as long as I am with... Sign in to see full entry.

Don't lie to me, please don't pretend. You have forgotten, haven't you, all the kisses that I gave you in all those rainy afternoons when we made love, and the long winter days in which we had nothing to do but to talk in the kitchen by the stove and how you loved to tell me your dreams, your nightmares, your wishes... everything for there was no one in this world that you felt closer to and that was also how my heart felt about you. You don't remember, do you. how our heart raced back then... Sign in to see full entry.

You, that like me go through life half empty half full, never asking the questions that would get you truth, content with existing, getting by, seemingly happy in the knowledge that you survive.... You, who have inhabited my heart for such a long time... since that day when we were torn apart by a fate that if there were justice should be damned. You, who I always go to in my mind when I need to escape from the busy world I live in and who I have adored, and for whom I have sinned. You, are... Sign in to see full entry.

T ears Tinny drops of salty water that show what our heart feels and sometimes come out when we least expect them to tell the world our heart is breaking Tears have the flavor of old wounds and new hurts, of happy thoughts and long good-byes they can be sweet and tender like a loving smile, or bitter and sad, like a cold windy day, We cry when we laugh. We cry when we pray. Tears are what make us human, what sets us apart from the rest because only we can feel the weight of a sigh, or believe... Sign in to see full entry.

It's stormy out there, but the sky is strangely white, as if the clouds had come together to shelter the sun from the anger of the storm. The trees bend to the push of a wind that blows hard and constant from the angry sea. Its too dangerous to walk outside, but still I wish I could just run through the grass, jump into the pool and from there watch the spectacle of Mother Nature's show, I wish I could melt into the awesome power of this unbelievable sight. Oh... I cannot wait for the night for... Sign in to see full entry.

S omething wants birth,..but nothing breathes now. Writing is a curse as well as a blessing. The mind rambles on in its lowly erudition trying to mimic the heart, pushing, cajoling, waiting for a sign of something, anything, to quench its thirst of ignorance and the dryness of thinking for thinking's sake. The lonely mind, so small, has no truth of its own. Shapes go by undefined, never to be seen by and not caring for the one who senses them, but those shapes cannot cross that distance between... Sign in to see full entry.