Martas poems

I walk while I think about you, about things and try very hard to not let my heart sink into the memories I am trying to get away from, for I am aware that life waits for none. and as I press on my eyes drink Nature's beauty all around, recounting all I've lost, all I've found... and my thoughts run ahead of me to a place I secretly dread I soon will reach, a place that did not exist in our dream, where instead of a you and me there is just the sad memory of what could have been. Sign in to see full entry.

N ever have I felt so intensely the passage of time as that night when you slowly, secretly took all the dreams that were mine and made them come true incredibly... ever so slowly, making me sigh as clouds covered the stars in the night sky Never were you more tranquil or more impatient than that night the night when we dreamed what could not be, when we illuminated the dark and ignored our doubts, when your hands explored my nakedness as if they knew every route as if your fingers had created... Sign in to see full entry.

Skin white as snow, her golden hair like silk long eyelashes cast shadows on her large and bright blue eyes, marred by the darkness of the world. Small for her age she hardly occupies any space She shrinks as she sits there, as if hiding from her fate, and little hands hold each other as large sad tears roll down her face, She looks at me and silently pleads to let her go, to let her leave… And I fight my impulse to hug her. What's wrong Angel? I ask What's right? she answers and cries. Twelve... Sign in to see full entry.

C ome, give me your hand. I know to cry alone is sometimes hard and not too many understand the deep agony of loosing one's heart. Come and we'll just by the ocean stand, with our eyes in the clouds and our feet in the sand, thinking of soft colored skies and far away bells that toll for the end of heaven and hell and we will feel sorry for the men that try to satiate their thirst in empty wells. sitting under the sleepy stars that destiny foretell and watching them fade away. We will talk of... Sign in to see full entry.

I will hold your hand in the morning and let you guide me into a bright new day and through the soft rays of the raising sun I will walk with you... and pray Enchanted by the marvel of your love I will shade my eyes from the light of your soul as I do from the sun itself and instead of being blinded by its glow I will relish the subtle tones of pink and blue that color my life, since I have you When noon comes and shadows dissapear, and the pavement burns, so will my heart burn with desire for... 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 three 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... 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.

Y esterday'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.

I don't remember the place where we were what I wore, or the time it was when you left. I don't know why I loved you so, why you felt so mine, or why I lost you then, when everything seemed so fine. I just remember it was raining hard, like it rains now, though now the rain seems sadder for there is no you. I was crying... that I recall and I did not know what to do 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... Sign in to see full entry.

In darkened afternoons, humid and hot, when thoughts of things that are not are all too present, all too real, the statues in the yard seem to kneel in front of dreams that will never come true, and mental images that taunted the mind from afar, come near, ever so close, and lay there untouched, waiting for a sign, a signal, to tell them they are born. In those empty lonely hours, after glorious mornings, when a lazy day suddenly erupts in symphonies of thunder and drumming raindrops, when we... Sign in to see full entry.

Pleasure boats filled with people going nowhere cruising the blue green waters of a calm, summer- like 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 lie 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... Sign in to see full entry.

T hey tell me sometimes love just ends, you stop loving without knowing why, without regrets, and it is like opening your hand and finding it empty and wondering what was it that from it escaped, or like walking over dried leaves and by accident stepping on a green one that fell by mistake. They say you stop feeling the love all of a sudden though you still might think you're loving and when you do, you feel like the blind man that crying realizes he is still waving to the train that has long... Sign in to see full entry.

It's raining now. I walk wrapped in the water's warm, shimmering embrace, I walk because I do not want to think. I am not walking towards but away from, thoughts I can't dismiss. The clouds above me are like flowing satin pillows of gray and fading purple and tall trees look on, their rough bark mellowed by a curtain of mist. The new born green grass is highlighted with drops of crystal, every blade swaying with a life of it's own, yet remaining one, a silent symphony of hypnotic movement. I... Sign in to see full entry.

J ust another day, everything that had ended again begins, there is sunlight and hope and people walk up and down the streets pursuing their shadows and trying to dream, The neighbor lets her cat out her back door making sure her secrets stay inside and a husband walks into his home at first light oblivious of his wife who has been pacing all night. Just another day, everything that begins must soon end so the woman, once a girl, whose youth is now gone, desperately tries to hold on to the image... Sign in to see full entry.

I will hear the wind softly name you some day as the sound and strength of a storm test my faith and my eyes will fill with tears as I sit by the shore of the sea you adored and enjoyed so much. The smell of the impending rain will remind me of the way you used to hold on to me, when in the bay, the storm's waves our little anchored boat would sway and how reflected in your eyes the lightning would shine as suddenly and brightly as it did in our sky. Our love was so great, so fleetingly sweet,... Sign in to see full entry.

I like the feeling of that room, the one on top of the stairs, with its big windows looking out into the garden, a flowerless garden full of contrasts where the many shades of green make up for the lack of colors. Four walls I can see through; Beyond them, life goes on like an endless complicated play full of meaningless characters, who go through their lines finding their places. Its all in the script, every move, every pause, and I see it all from that room, the sunrises full of light, the... 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.

I open my window this crisp morning and it feels more like Winter than Spring, I am far from the ocean shore but the breeze brings me scents of my far away home while the cold in the air cuts through my thoughts like a knife. The sea of grass outside undulates to a northern wind like an ocean teaming with life, forming green waves that reach as far as I can see taking with them my hopes and my dreams, making me wish for warmer winds, Those living waves of green... could they possibly reach that... 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, I want... Sign in to see full entry.

I t's growing dark. The sun is is bowing to the moon and the moon smiles back. The great painting has begun: Dashes of orange and purple and subtle yellow hues relieve the blue of day with a fond goodnight. Birds retire and Nature's noises subtly change I am bathed in glowing silver as I walk alone looking, listening, Its all so beautiful, so simple, so complex. The breeze that caresses the trees touches my soul and the stars above begin to shine, I suddenly can smell the fragrance of hair I... Sign in to see full entry.