Martas poems

Once upon a time, on a summer long ago, through crowded city streets we both walked We discussed everything and nothing, we saw the new and the old and 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. and so many promises were made, promises I asked you not to make. I knew you were lying... but they were beautiful lies and being... Sign in to see full entry.

Not night yet, but no longer day The essence of the sun lingers in a multi-color ray that tints the clouds that sit on the horizon line, like amazing cotton mountains from another place, another time. I love this hour of in-between light and dark when I wait patiently for the appearance of my favorite star... Its my moment to be sad... without asking myself why, to just because, smile, or if I am lucky, to remember and sigh Sundown is when I feel sorry for those ghosts that have not died and... Sign in to see full entry.

She waits... through days and nights horribly the same when she remembers faces and forgets names. Days of slow burning fires inside her chest, Nights filled with dark and icy regrets and her heart, her heart always beating sad and alone the live wasted symbol of a dead past. She waits in the warm sweetness of tropical sunsets and under the cold glow of elusive moons, always waiting for what she does not yet know what might not even exist She waits her soul like an old sail boat trying to find... Sign in to see full entry.

Its night in the city and many sleep, some trying to re-live... some to forget. Above the cloudy silence a bright moon casts its wide silvery net, hoping to catch in it the dreams of those who still believe in the magic that moonbeams upon their hearts can weave. Within the never empty streets, alabaster buildings seem to glow while neon lights sadly upon them weep, but soon, the silver thread of the lunar net will brake up and all those whose dreams it had captured will wake up with nothing to... Sign in to see full entry.

A fter the night the sun rises and with infinite shades subtle but vibrant, colors the sky that seemed so dark before, and the stars all go to sleep, taking with them the wishes of thousands of lovers, wishes that now, in the light of a new day, appear more distant, farther away. After the storm, when the wind takes away the rain, and a peaceful silence takes over, everything sparkles, the flowers, the leaves, Life is renewed by the tiny drops of water that reflect the light, which just minutes... Sign in to see full entry.

I open my eyes and allow my mind to fill with the softness and harshness of all that there is capturing the beauty of the simplest things... so easily, so simply as if all I had to do to see their shine were to breathe deeply, and become them one by one. The fact that I don't know exactly where I am seems somehow to be irrelevant, and as I watch the rain through the crying glass of the window pain, I am amazed, dazzled by the things I see seduced by them... saddened that they seem to be escaping... Sign in to see full entry.

Some times, when its very late and dreams we wish for are far, our heart glides around the dark riding the windstorms of fate. It is then our thoughts go to those remnants of loves that had been, and to many other things we usually keep hidden, unseen, cryptic memories our mind has concealed in the innermost corners of our being. In those somber moments, when the present disappears and past feelings rush in out of nowhere, we recall things we thought we had forgotten, things that are no longer... 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 purpura rays making the sky so red it looks like the forest is burning. and 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.

Yesterday's raging fire is today's ashes. To try to revive it is as futile as trying to stop time at that special moment when our heart thrived and we were so happy, so in love, Sad as it is... there is nothing in those ashes that can ignite. Our passion burned off, all our dreams, like smoke, floated away in the night and even though the love itself is still there all around, in memories that will not die... it does not matter... just as it does not matter if the tree branches bloom after we... Sign in to see full entry.

T wo people walk down a deserted street, just a man and a woman holding hands in the rain. gazing into each other's eyes, oblivious of how they touch the lives of those who pass them by, avoiding them with diligence... hurrying towards their own unending silence, I follow their silhouette from my own obscure place blinded by the love that reflects in their face.. something in me searching for that which I don't have, in those two wet, lovingly intertwined hands, and as I watch them fade into the... Sign in to see full entry.

Footprints on the sand, washed out the sea, erased by the waves that rhythmically caressed the shore. Trillions of stars witnessed their disappearance from the midst's of the darkness of the night, yet none can tell me where they are. There is nothing left of them, like if we had never been hand in hand walking, talking, loving. I envy the power of that sea that so efficiently wiped away that remnant of us which all could see, those indentations that were tangible proof of you and me. The... Sign in to see full entry.

I n the morning, when brightness comes to dissipate the ghosts that haunted our sleepless night, the softness of the sun's first light caresses our mind freeing us from the place in which we were forced to dwell, all night trying desperately to escape, the slow, consuming flames of our thinking hell. In that morning we thought would never come, we lay in bed, away from crowds and faceless names, reluctantly, slowly letting go of that sweet hope, that all night long kept our soul afloat in the... Sign in to see full entry.

I close my eyes Alone in the dark time does not exist Nothing is real in this magical ambiance that is, but shouldn't be Only I am here, only me and this dream and my heart beating slowly... refuses to believe that everything is so perfect the moon, the stars, the snow covered trees A sweet fragrant breeze seems to touch all of me and as it does I know there is nothing to fear so I let go of my heart and the melody that in the silence I hear softly drenches my soul until I am nothing and I am... Sign in to see full entry.

All those green leaves that now adorn you swaying in the breeze, all of them, one day not too far on your roots will fall yanked from your branches by the cold and crazy wind of an autumn storm and there then you will stand.. lonely and bare looking for all intents and purposes dead until winter takes pity and covers you in ice and snow. But on a warm and brighter day I know, I will notice a brand new leaf growing in you green and shinny with dew, a tinny green dot that will stare at me I don't... Sign in to see full entry.

As a child I sat by the sea watching sunsets I could not reach, counting the clouds that were rushing away, and I remember always feeling the wind tossing my hair As a teenager, I am almost embarrassed to say, I fell in love with a statue that sat in a park handsome and strong, standing always tall but always out of my touch and when I used to sadly sit in front of him in my bench, I remember only the wind was there to touch my face. Now as a woman, I have built my nest, but like the swallow... 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.

Come... lets try and find the place where life is always beginning, where nothing is ever fully born or ever fully dies, Once gazed upon it blinds, then gives true sight; it makes the eyes see the real beauty of the world. It shines light on the true nature of all things, both seen and unseen. It awakens real love, and though it does not remove the mystery of life, it brings total clarity to minds once lost in the fog of being. It is greater than destiny and it is where we belong, what we are.... Sign in to see full entry.

I feel you in the warmth of the sun that softly touches my skin, alone except for the thought of you. I see you everywhere …in the water and in its salt, in the wind that smells of a far away mysterious place and caresses my face drying my tears,,, as I think of you near complete, happy, by my side, in another time, another life. Sign in to see full entry.

The day is over, the night begins... and the stars group together in the transparent dark 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 fragrant mango tree and I don't dare move, afraid of upsetting the perfect world before me. Sometimes, when we find beauty we are afraid to breathe and living falls second to our need to dream Sign in to see full entry.

Its sad, but we must face there is no substance to our love any more and it cannot give us what it does not have Its there, in image and essence, in our heart, like a glass that we see on a table when we are thirsty, but that cannot satiate our thirst because its empty. The love we remember is just a shadow, there is nothing but darkness where before there was light and there is no use hoping things will change every night... We just must learn to wish upon another star. Sign in to see full entry.