Martas poems

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Monday, July 8, 2013

Life won't miss me

As I make my way around, all my aches seem to find a final resting place somewhere above my eyes. Mind empty of images, I try to think, but I don't remember much, my thoughts are all confused... muffled sounds, stranger's faces and bright sparks, seem to come all together and then dissolve into this after Martini mist that has kidnapped my soul. I feel lost, but I keep walking even faster, until my skin shines with a sticky sweat born of fear. As I turn a corner, the wind cuts through my coat... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, July 7, 2013

Mango scented dream

I closed my eyes as I heard loud thunder, and suddenly I felt a soft summer breeze, perfumed with the scent of ripe mangoes, combing through my hair, so strong and sweet that I could taste it, feel it, drenching my soul, making me dizzy, pulling me apart, melting every bit of my heart, until all of me had dissolved into its warmth. Thunder made everything tremble again, and lighting illuminated the darkness that had obscured the sun. The storm had arrived, but I felt safe.... one with that... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, July 6, 2013

Just another day

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.

Friday, July 5, 2013

On raindrops

H ave you seen how the raindrops cling to the moist leaves after the storm has passed? Its almost as if they were afraid of the awaiting grass... as if they knew they would be no more once they fell. Maybe their melting into the ground below, though their destiny, is their hell. Sign in to see full entry.

by the sea

I look out my window and I see sun-kissed clouds framing the sea, a sea pale and blue, calm, serene, patiently awaiting darkness to descend on it again but I am not afraid, for I know that no matter how dark it gets or how much sand the incoming tide with it takes, there would still be stars to illuminate what remains and to their light I will sit there and write, bathed in the first waves of the night feeling the wet, warm sand slip trough my feet maybe its destiny to meet as I await mine... by... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, July 4, 2013

The howl of the lone wolf

Up in the infinite summer sky a paper moon glows soft and bright her transparent brilliance obscured somewhat by the burning fire of the heat drenched night. She's dressed in silver haze, though she hides behind clouds and there is a unique beauty to her shine, an ethereal allure impervious of time. Below, in the forest, where myriads of trees bask in her translucent light appearing bluish and phantasmal, a lone wolf roams his transformed home turf, his stride subconsciously keeping the rhythm... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

She is alone

T onight, by the flickering life of a candle, she can feel 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 meant to become 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... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, July 1, 2013

When you fall inlove...

When you fall in love, not if but when... nothing will really change, but nothing will be the same The sun will come up as is had before, every day but to you it will seem a little brighter and though dew has covered the garden every morning since the beginning of time, now you'll notice that when it does... it makes everything shine as if its drops were made of pure silver and when up in the sky you see a moon sliver as it always eventually appears... you will think just for you the moon smiles... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, June 29, 2013

Its dark...

Its dark... and a half thought poem emerges from some hidden place, moving through the darkness, looking for total birth; an idea mixed with sights and sounds becomes real, like some magic moon which appears and flickers, then fully shines for the first time. There is life in my darkness. for It is the colorless background of fertile, finishing dreams, like the rich soil in which the most beautiful flowers have their shapeless beginnings. They are always beautiful to me, those areas of meaning... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, June 28, 2013

When enough is enough

There are clouds that softly rain upon the parched earth gently and swiftly satiating its thirst, fulfilling a need; they are welcome and sought.... like love Then there are others that spin into storms and they destroy and they kill instead of giving they take... like hate There are loves that softly come to us gentle and sweet without fanfare or fuss fulfilling a need; they are welcome and sought... as is the rain but like the clouds that spin stirred by a fast and evil wind some loves can... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, June 27, 2013

The memory of your touch...

Y ou are always with me like a perfume floating in the wind sometimes strong... others just a hint... and when life gets to be too much, when everything apears sad and dark, I whisper your name over and over again coaxing your image into my heart for I know you are all I trust and in the middle of life's rush the only thing that can help my pain is the memory of your touch. Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

I t rains and I look for what is missing in this heart of mine, 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... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

the drop

Here in the hollow of my hand right in the center of its palm I hold a drop of water, old and sad. It could have been present when the melting of the ice cap or dug up long ago, from deep inside the earth and have been all this time resting in a well Perhaps it could have been part of ancient rains or the only survivor of a river running free that dried up way back when. It is so perfect, so round, so wet It could be dew, or a tear, or sweat... but this drop of water laying here in the center of... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, June 24, 2013

She waits... through days and nights horribly the same, remembering faces, forgetting 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 what wihtout being, ts gone 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... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, June 23, 2013

Under Vanilla skies... i dream

I remember dreaming when I was a child dreams that were as innocent as they were wild, in which sometimes I happily played in the shade of trees that danced to the songs of the wind, as the fragrance of mangoes would come in and fade... There... in those dreams under vanilla skies sprinkled in pink, by a strawberry sun that shyly hid from a blue velvety moon that was in love with him, wonderful fantasies invaded my mind when with closed eyes I went to sleep... loosing all track of time, and... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, June 22, 2013

On sunsets

On sunsets Not night yet, but no longer day... The essence of the sun lingers in a multi-color ray that tints the clouds sitting 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, or to just because, smile, and if I am lucky, to remember and sigh. Sundown is when I feel sorry for those ghosts that have... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, June 21, 2013

Twilight t

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 Note: Friends... Don't... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, June 20, 2013

7. She is gone Time goes on... but feelings that are supposed to cool off keep smoldering in his heart. Nothing calms the burning inside, the searing torture of not seeing the light of those eyes that had become his north star, the flame of his hell and of his heaven the light She was all he cared for... She is not there anymore and no matter how many different ways he tries or how hard he looks for ways to survive... the immense, cruel pain that does not kill his human form slowly dissolves... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

On a night like tonight

O n nights like tonight, so warm... so humid... so dark... when the wind is so still that I can hear the wings of fireflies fluttering outside, images of what was stir deep within my heart and there is nothing I can do to avoid thinking of you... Memories come rushing in and the essence of the past invades every part of me All of a sudden, the thoughts in my mind are all there is and it is then that I miss the most your touch... your scent... your lips I close my eyes and inhale deep for the... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

what has become of them...

I can remember when summer lasted for ever... We built castles in the sand, went camping in the woods and the long days filled with fun seemed to crawl slowly to their end under a smiling sun. Sweet memories of running barefoot in the grass, beautiful wild flowers watching us pass while swaying in the fragrant humid breeze, framing with their vivid colors the intensity of that clumsy first kiss. Rainy afternoons spent just talking away or lazily napping in the shack by the lake. We were so... Sign in to see full entry.

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I have always written, These are some of the poems I love best. By sharing them with you I am sharing parts of my soul. I hope you enjoy them. All material copyright Sinome 2009

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