TheDisguisedWriter
R.S. Santos / Lives in a city along the 49th parallel. Loves poetry in all of its forms. Considers life itself to be poetry in its own beautiful way. / / Writing is one of my outlets. / / Thank you in advance to those who enjoy my work. / / Don't hesitate to shoot me a message and say hello. / / All works published here are copyrighted.
You only wanted *** and pleasure.
I was just an afterthought.
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 4:00 AM UTC
[Love] is a risk.
No matter who you give yourself to.
Whether it's your first or your second or even your fifth love.
There will always be a chance you will get [hurt].
But you dive in anyways
because if you don't, you will wonder what could have been.
By taking a risk you will know what love is and you learn to love again.
Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 1:13 AM UTC
From brown eyes to green, the date began
I extend my hand to invite a handshake
We both exchange an “It’s nice to meet you”
We are escorted to our table
Chosen at random by our server, but perfectly selected
For the spot offers a phenomenal view of the coniferous trees below
And the majestic mountains of the North Shore
Our eyes meet again
From brown eyes to green
We sit and start conversing
You are stunningly dressed and I cannot take my eyes off you
Your eyes are locked into mine
You must be really into me just as I am into you
Our server interrupts, we place our orders
Your every move makes my heart flutter,
From how you flip the pages of the menu
To how you rest your elbow on the table with your hand on your chin,
Smiling sweetly at me
I’m having an amazing time
You tell me you are too
Dinner goes by in a flash, the sun has fully set
We drive off through the winding road and into the city traffic
I haven’t kissed you yet
But I want to
After umpteen intersections and two cities
We arrive at your apartment
I walk you to your door
I turn to face you
From brown eyes to green
I lean in for the kiss
A quick gentle one
I wish you a good night
But you want more...
From brown eyes to green
You lean in and kiss me with fervor and passion
You ask me if I want to come in, but I’m hesitant to answer
From green eyes to brown
Your intense, desire-filled gaze pushes me to say yes
Another episode to the evening begins..
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 12:42 AM UTC
It is the thing that pushes you for more
That exquisite feeling you cannot get enough of
It has build monuments as a declaration
And saved souls from darkness and destruction
It has inspired the works of many great artists
From writers, poets, musicians, and painters
It is that feeling that makes you feel invincible
And makes you believe anything is possible
It is a priceless drug capable of elevating your mind to achieve all you want
But can also make you lose all logic and reason
It is the thing that can lead you to make decisions
Which you may regret later on
It is that thing that makes you wait for hours or even days for a reply
And paints a smile on your face when you see that person who represents it
It is the thing we all want and seek
And sometimes appears when you least expect it
**It is that thing called love**
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 1:46 AM UTC
|| Layers, ||
||| layers, |||
|||| layers ||||
To each person there are many
I have mine: from the two-piece I always wear
To the intangible levels that make me who I am
And you have yours: from the one-piece cropped tops
To the varied fronts you show to hide your vulnerability.
With the help of your hands and charm, I unhesitatingly and slowly peeled off my layers
To show you who I really am:
Genuine, unbroken, pure
You on the other hand,
Your layers unraveled themselves
Over the months
Giving me a picture of who you are:
Bro//ken, afraid, [closed-off]
Not giving me a chance
Only giving me excuses
For why there can’t be more.
The one layer you did not want to peel off
Would reveal and open your heart
I revealed mine, foolishly thinking you would do the same
But you never did…
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 1:35 AM UTC
She stood by the window with her back to me.
With the light of the moon shining on her,
She slowly undressed.
The moonlight exposed her beautiful complexion
And accentuated her figure
How can I not fall in love with her...
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 11:17 PM UTC
The digital clock reads 4:30, it’s time to leave
I send one last email and sign out of my accounts
I put on my jacket and grab my pack
Hurriedly, I walk down the stairs, out the door and into the car
Work has ended for the day, but I have one last assignment to complete
It’s not an easy task, but it could be worse
I think of the many ways to start my message
And debate whether we should keep in touch
I look back at the time we spent together and how you were with me
One awful moment stands out and suddenly the ongoing debate stops,
A decision is made.
After arriving home, I quickly change into my pyjamas
I turn on my email and review my decision
It’s done. It’s final. I don’t want you in my life.
I think some more about what to say,
Whether I should be kind or just lay it all out.
I check my inbox and see a message from you.
Your email disgusts me.
Another decision is made: I’m breaking someone’s heart tonight.
I start writing my reply. It’s far from nice.
I am fuming. My anger can be felt with every word I type.
I have been nothing but kind to you, even when you were selfish.
Now it’s time I put you in your place and tell you what I really think
About you and all your bulls**t.
After typing a lengthy paragraph filled with vile,
I feel so relieved. But it’s not enough.
I want to say more, but I don’t want to waste another minute on you.
I re-read my message and make some adjustments.
This will do.
I click send,
This one action severs the tie, for good.
I just broke someone’s heart tonight.
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 11:14 PM UTC
My heart and mind live on my burning desire
The very same desire that someone doesn’t want me to acquire.
That someone requires me to be something I’m not
But she doesn’t understand me; she doesn’t know exactly what I want.
I thought I was free, I thought I would be
The one who makes the choice, no one else, just me…
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 1:02 AM UTC
We have all been in a situation or two
Which we consider to be a tragedy
From losing a loved one forever
To saying goodbye to a fury companion
To saying goodbye to someone important who is in pursuit of
Their goals and dreams
We ache over their departure and are scarred by the loss
We try to find the strength to let go and move on
But every attempt to do so is weakened
By the hurt we feel in our hearts
After what seems to be a decade of time has passed
We can finally let go of the hurt we once felt so strongly
For some, just the thought of losing someone or something
So near and dear is to their definition the most epic tragedy
But the greatest tragedy of all I have found is not in losing someone you love,
It's the love one cannot have,
The love not reciprocated
For there is a yearning to fill their world with your unconditional love
And an insatiable hunger for their embrace
All of that which you want cannot be fulfilled
Your love denied, your love perpetually unfurled...
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 12:50 AM UTC
Before I met you every love song sounded empty.
But now, I feel you in every love song I hear.
New and old. On the radio or on my iTunes playlist.
Happy, sad or anything in between.
You are in each word of every love song I hear...
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 10:13 PM UTC