Take me high,
Then take me low.
Experiment with gravity.
Go with the flow.
Hold me tight.
Don't let go.
Up to the sky,
Then to the floor.
It's like a high,
I'm needing more.
I'll hold you down;
I'll hold you close.
Just close the door.
And I am yours.
Dec 14, 2020
Dec 14, 2020 at 10:33 PM UTC
I knew you before knowing you.
It's like the saying, "Namaste".
I knew you before knowing you.
My soul recognized yours and yours recognized mine.
Perhaps I'm overthinking.
But, my heart knows well.
I assume you may feel this too.
It's like magic, or perhaps a spell.
A feeling of hypnosis and a feeling so real.
The night we met was unreal.
Until this day, I believe we met for a reason.
My only hope, although unexpected and unexplained..
Is for us to remain and not change like the seasons.
So many reasons and little time.
Nov 14, 2020
Nov 14, 2020 at 9:21 PM UTC
Felíz día de los muertos y día de tu cumpleaños.
El día que celebramos tú día de vida y también el día de los que departaron de esta tierra.
Ambos son importantes.
La vida, específicamente el día que llegaste a este mundo.
A igual la muerte de nuestros queridos y todos que se les acabaron el tiempo.
En este día de supuesta oscuridad hay luz que brilla como la luna llena.
Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 12:31 AM UTC
Blood spilled like a glass of wine at three o'clock in the morning.
The stain it leaves on a white carpet.
Wine and water
Blood and wine
...
Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 9:17 PM UTC
It's not affection they look for but, much needed attention.
That's what love seems to feel like these days.
They seek the many benefits with no effort put into it.
Lack of emotional intelligence because they see no use for it.
But, what is love without it when you don't work for the best of it?
They want company but, not commitment.
The convenience to have you just when they need it.
To hold and to kiss you for their own selfish reasons.
A title to be given and taken like fashion styles for the seasons.
They are not here for a long time but, simply, for a good time.
When the time has run out and they've caused an energy drought.
They'll leave as quickly as they came and do another round.
Aug 22, 2020
Aug 22, 2020 at 8:48 PM UTC
Cuanto quisiera un amor de esos
que te erisan el bello de tu piel
y te hace sentir mariposas en tu vientre.
La bellesa de un amor que no se puede obtener.
El amor que sola mente se vive en novelas y peliculas.
Pero cuanto uno quisiera obtenerlo.
La triste realidad
es que el amor como esos casi nunca ocurren.
Amores como aquellos no son impossible, pero tampoco son perfectos.
No son amores que nacen de un dia para el otro, ni entran a tu vida de sorpresa.
Y si asi es, esa esencia no durara mucho tiempo.
Todos quisieramos una historia de amor perfecta.
Pero la perfection no existe.
La bellesa de un amor verdarero
es aquel que te calienta.
Asi sea con amor, sensualidad o enojo.
Aquel amor que te deja bajar la guarda
para aceptar y quererse uno a el otro
tal y como son sin temor ninguno.
Aquel amor donde aunque sean diferentes
se unan a ayudarse crecer y mejorarse.
Aquel amor donde puedan llorar y hablar de temas juntos.
Aquel amor que nunca duda
aun cuando el sol ya no brille
y pase una tormenta.
Un amor que mantiene fé, esperanza, y sobre todo amor puro, honesto y verdadero.
Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 1:03 AM UTC
I loved you.
Who am I kidding;
I still love you.
Oh, how much I love you.
So much--
that although I'm the reason;
The reason we're now apart,
I save all of these things I'd wish to share with you.
I look through the variety of photos I have of you.
Your many faces--
the smiles, laughs, and goofy ones too.
All of which makes me miss you.
I hope you understand that my love is pure and true;
Even when I'm angry and rude.
You wouldn't understand if I explained what causes these things.
In this case you are not the one to blame.
We've been through so much and we both seem to have gone insane.
We love each other so much and can no longer endure the pain.
One minute it's bright and the next is pitch black.
It's like we're afraid of the dark and not knowing the unseen, that makes us come back to the very same thing.
At this time we're quarantined.
Not just you and I, but nation wide.
I've been taking this time to self-reflect and analyze.
Some of the things I've done brought chaos to paradise.
And others, you've done that have brought me heartache which left me paralyzed.
Maybe, when all of this comes to an end;
Maybe, we'll both realize--
only the strong survive.
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 12:39 AM UTC
When you look back to the previous year do not dwell on the things that have gone wrong, plans that did not go as planned, people who didn't stick around for the upcoming year; your next chapter, your new journey.
When you look back and think those things have gone wrong for a reason; to make way for a blessing or to teach you a valuable lesson.
I want you to look back and think those plans did not go as planned because although that's what you wanted, it is not what you needed.
I want you to look back and think those people who walked away from you no longer served a purpose in your life.
The universe has a funny way of annually cleaning up our lives to renew it; renew ourselves, our worth, and surroundings for spiritual growth.
You've made it this far; another day, another year... you are still here.
You're stronger than you think and you'll get stronger throughout the year.
Do not give up. Your blessings are yet to come; they are very near.
Dec 31, 2019
Dec 31, 2019 at 7:29 PM UTC
You're a flower, my darling.
Let them water you.
You grab the attention of many.
It's something about your essence.
Your beauty shines so bright that even the blind can sense your presence.
Those who cherish you will not tear you away from your roots for their own selfish reasons.
They will admire you from any distance.
They'll let you grow without persistence.
They'll water you with tears; tears of pure joy.
They'll nurture you with smiles as warm as sun light.
Those moments will spread into seeds.
Those seeds will flourish into many little dreams.
Their roots intertwined with yours; making you whole.
You were once a flower, my darling.
Now you're a garden.
Look how beautifully you've grown.
You are what many see but, very few will call home.
There's no love like a honey bee; the only true love of thee.
You are so sweet yet, so bitter to those who don't appreciate your taste.
That's why the one's that understand you, love you.
You are a flower, my darling.
Beautiful and filled with thorns.
Not because you want to but, that's just the way the world was formed.
Just like the honey bee; cute and with a sting.
No one appreciates the things they cannot understand beyond what they see.
But you, my darling.
You have something no amount of money can buy.
But those who take the time will make gold with the love that you provide.
Love is always blind to those who do not see beyond the naked eye.
You're a flower, my darling.
Although you may not be able to fly.
Your essence flows throughout the sky; and in no time many of you will arise.
Dec 23, 2019
Dec 23, 2019 at 3:03 AM UTC
She was afraid of opening up.
Because those who have entered did not respect her temple.
They did not make it their home.
Instead, they made a mess and stole all of those lovely things she once wanted to share.
She sits in her home now-- what's left of it; all alone in the dark, surrounded by four walls.
The roof is missing and there are no doors.
There is no escaping this place but, it's the only place she's ever known; she now calls it home.
She sings, she dances, and she prays for better days.
As the nights approach she realizes that just like yesterday, there's no one in sight to save her.
It seems to be getting colder and the rain is starting to pour.
But, where can she go if her home no longer has doors.
She has no choice but, to contemplate her life and continue to pray.
It's getting to cold for her to breath and the water is building up.
She's frozen and unable to move; unable to swim or stay afloat.
Even if she could float, how long would she last?
Not long enough until the water evaporates.
Not long enough to make it.
She's given up.
She's disappeared before the water has.
She's given up.
No one is coming to save her.
But she cannot blame them.
Her home no longer had doors for anyone to enter. Even if it did, no one would even come to visit with the mess that's been left.
Her heart, soul and body are too cold for hands to touch. She's too cold for anyone to hold her; too cold for anyone to warm her.
With her last breath she says, "I would've been able to put up a better fight if someone was brave enough to stand by my side."
It's too late now; there is nothing left of her but, ice.
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 9:24 PM UTC