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Sep 2015 · 413
20 yrs. is to long to wait.
20 years is to long to wait.
Such a long wait.
You said, you got to wait for me!
And in a way I believed
That's how it ought to be.
But No. It isn't
20 years is to long to wait.
A year maybe,
Because one year don't last forever
As we both have learned.
But sorry my dear
Twenty years
it's such a long wait.
Sep 2015 · 324
Good Bye Forever
I cried a lot inside
and my tears were like sharp
pieces of a shattered glass
inside my heart.
But I had to say, "Good bye"
for the rest of my life.

I will never forget you.
I will always forgive you
for not loving me enough
or loving me too much.

I'll never know for sure
If I was just that thing  
you couldn't have,
"The one
that got away"
Or if I trully was
The love of your life.
But today, I made my choice.
I have to say forever my love, Good bye!
Sep 2015 · 517
Today he said "Te Amo"
Today he said "Te Amo" ( I love you)
And my heart was beating so fast
That it began to hurt.
I didn't know what to say
Or what to believe from all of this.

All I know is
that I wanted to run into his arms
And let him held me tight there
I didn't  care
If it was true o not
But the fact that he uttered those word
"Te Amo" felt great; it meant the world
To me!
Feb 2015 · 420
Remore, Amor, Amore
Remore Distant, Remorse
Distante Amor, Amore

There's not even one hour of the day,
one cold morning,
or one warm sunny evening
that I don't miss your raspy voice,
your coloquial laughing eyes
and your soft hands caressing mine,
tussling with my arms, my legs, and my hair.

There's not a moment when I do not feel you near....
Feb 2015 · 501
Never ending Pain
My body aches
is not a physical pain is more than that
an invisible neverending pain.
I'm rendered to it.  
I lay on the couch
I give myself to it
I become a mommie
A catacomb
of silent resonant thoughts
as my body frozes in pain and dies
alive.

Mi mind becomes numb.
I imagine that's how Dexter's or Lex Lutor's mind
ought of feel,
if they ever had any feelings.
But I am feeling nothing but numbness
and this neverending pain.
I try to bit my pillow and cry out my soul
but no tears run down my face
like peaceful streams...
There are no longer tears of Pain
Tears I could not refrain.

There is only a hollow cave in my eyes,
my heart, and my chest.
This never ending Pain!
Jan 2015 · 510
Pain
Pain
Blood running from my veins
Onto the beige old carpet
Rubi red
My lips
My wine
My chicks
The sheets
Laying over my unmade
naked bed.

Naked
My body
My soul
In this poem.

Pain
In the hallow cave
Between my legs
Since the day you left.

Blood
All over my throat
For biting my lips
So hard
So I would not cry.
While listening classical music the muse came to me and gifted us with this poem. Enjoy it. Eva
Jan 2015 · 443
Today I'm sad
Today,
I don't know why
Nor the exact reason,
I'm sad.

The princels
brushes
On my easel are dry
So my eyes.

I scratch the surface.
It's now more bright,
But still blury
******
Muddy.
Sad.
Today is sad!

My!
I can't paint
Nor write!
My hands are invisible,
So am I

"Sad"

Sadness.
Anxiety.
Depression.
More sadness.
Today is sad.

Today I'm sad.
The green leaves on my window
Cannot tell me why.
They seem cheerful but not I....

Nor the Eco of the wind,
Playing on the water fountain
At the lake,  can't explain
Nor the ducks or the birds
No one can tell me why
I'm sad

Not even my dog,
Who happily barks,
Not even my fat
sleepy cat.

Maybe you friend
reading this lines
Maybe you can see why
And tell me why I'm this sad.

Why my phone never rings.
Why I'm so lonely
Why I feel like I want to cry
When is so beautiful outside.

Why I'm so moody today.
Why my favorite song that now plays
***** so bad.
Am I getting mad?
Loosing  my marbles?

Why no one seems to care
if my soft heart
is broken into zillion pieces,
Or if by the rain in my eyes
They are becoming blind.

And am I mad?
Someone, anyone, tell me please!

Why, of all days,
Today
I have to be this sad....
Sadness depression rejection loneliness wanting hope fears desires love poetry
Jan 2015 · 353
His Lips
My body was trembling
When I felt him near
His feet
Playing footsie
With me
And my foot
Under the table
(As I ate a foot long
Sandwish
And had onion breath)

He liked my  breath
I thought then
Because I felt his lips
Getting closer to me.
I felt it
and my breath stopped
My whole breathing stopped
Making my chest
pounding so hard.
It was my heart.

I turned my head sideways
Avoiding the inevitable.
He reached for a napking
He tried to touch my fingers
Grab my hand.
Yes grab my hand!
But no. He can't
So I took them away
I moved my foot away
And my hungry mouth away,
Away from him.

His body screamed at me.
His eyes asked why?
Hurt was shooting through his eyes.
Nothing new to me
Since I saw the same
in my mirror each day
When a thought of his lips
crossed my mind.
The mouth I want to be forever mine....
Oct 2014 · 706
Spread Wings
There was a time 
when I held you in my arms
when I caressed your forehead 
as you slowly fell asleep
in my arms,
humming along with me
an old lullaby.

There were these magical moments
sometimes late at night 
when I rested beside you
for long quiet hours 
just watching you sleep.

I felt as if I was your guardian angel
a mother wolf,
your dream catcher.... 
And there were times 
when I helped you would walk,
eat, or wash your hair
And let you bath
all by yourself.
 
And then I heard you say 
your first amazing little words!
Food to my soul.
Mama! mom!
You melted my heart.
I knew you were mine.
A piece of my soul!

There were the times
when I was sad
And I held you very very close
to my heart
and to my pounding chest
while I carried you in my arms
And hummed you lullabies.
 
And as you grew
There were many times
when we laughed together, 
played games together,
and sang silly songs
and danced.
You too loved to sing....

And these little precious
simple moments to me
in times
when I talked and gave you an advise
and you listened;
When you talked wisely
And smart for you young age
and I proudly listened.

And I was there for you,
and you, tiny piece of my heart,
were there for me too,
catching my back...
and we were just like two young friends
Instead of mother and children.
And I felt proud of myself
And very cool.

But there were these times
when I was no longer there for you.
When worries about money,
Marriage problems, work,
or just plain selfishness
came in the way
before me and before you.
Before you and I.

Suddenly we split apart
And "I hate you mom"
Replaced "I love you mom".
When I wanted to be
Backwards, one day at least.

So I want to say to you now,
my little birds,
as you ready yourselves 
to walk out of my nest,
and begin your new journey away
With your independent lives
I'M SORRY,
SO SORRY!
For all of my faults
And mistakes.
I should have love you much more
If that was posible
And judge you less.

THERE'S SO MUCH I REGRET.
SO MUCH
LOVE THAT I HELD 
FROM ALL OF YOU
EVEN FROM MYSELF...

THERE'S SO MUCH I NEVER GAVE
THAT I WANT TO GIVE TO YOU
AND SO MANY THINGS 
THAT I WISH TO SAY
OR TO TAKE BACK.

BUT I KNOW THAT THERE ARE TIME
WHEN IS JUST TO LATE
AND WORDS AND ACTIONS
DO HURT AND I CAN'T  BE  CHANGED
OR TAKEN BACK.
I WISH HE HAD BEING A BETTER DAD.
I WISH, REGARDLESS THAT
THAT I HAD BEING THE PERFECT MOM
YOU ALL DESERVE.

But there it is still time to catch up,
To change and make amends.
You all taught me that,
Is never to late for a new start.

LAST, FOR ALL THAT,
FOR ALL THE MISSED TIMES,
I STILL WANT TO SAY
THAT I'M SORRY.
I WANT MY TIME BACK.
I LOVE YOU MY CHILDREN
WITH ALL OF MY HEART
AND I AM TRULY SORRY
IF I WAS EVER BAD OR MAD....
Oct 2014 · 447
Days of the Week
Yesterday, today, and then
every other day!
These are the days of the week 
that somehow counts for me.

During these hopeful days
the week goes by quick
as a snow slide,
and frozen tears of ice
through the corners of my eye
in my locked up window...

These days goes by through the front glass of my car,
fogging my way & my whole vision.

Yesterday, today, and every other day
the newspaper arrives at my doorsteps, rain or shine. St. Pete Times or USA Today, 
are left outside for me, soaking wet 
and tintilating,cold, and moody,
with only sad news to offer me...

Nothing seem sadder to me
that a cold and rainy humid winter,
without dirt snowangels,
half melted and salt spread all over it.

Salt bring bad luck. I was told. No. Nothing is sadder
than a rainy winter day
when its snow is no longer white
but a dark shade of gray
like the disarrayed fur 
on a grayish and old 
fake mink coat...

The snow is not hard as rock, is soft like melted sugar in my warm coffee cup.
Yesterday, today, and every other day
I lit a smoke, that I promised to quit yrs. ago.
And I watch through my window
this melting snow, 
dressing the cars in white, the departing airplanes
humming loudly outside, and the lonely, but wild, and crazy 
laughing gulls singing
mindless of everything that's going on around. Laughing loud at my boring days; Today, yesterday, and every other day...
Oct 2014 · 320
Singing Magic Tree
THIS TREE WITH MAGIC
GOLDEN LEAVES
IT'S THE SOLE WITHNESS
OF WHAT HAPPENED LAST FALL,
BETWEEN YOU AND I.

I CAN'T WAIT TO MEET YOU HERE
ONE LAST TIME....
10/2014
Love
seems to be
the cure
for my suffering;
My anxiety and sadness.
Even if it's brief
or last long extenuating exhausting
hours.
The best hours
can spend in bed
Besides sleep.

Alcohol
It's a light in the dark.
A serum of energy.
A light mixed with darkness.
Or the opposite of darkness.
My choice over water.

****
The famous Mary
The cure to all pain & suffering
These days.
His regular old Camel mixed with ****
It goes hand in hand with love, alcohol & ***.

It is said to relax and take away
Excruciating Pain or any illness,
internaly and externally, intentionally or not.
It heals your soul.
Hide your scars
and numbs your mind
Giving  you new hopes in life
envolved in it's mystical phsycodelic fog.
Maybe that's a different drug.
But **** should be legal and a medicine to trust.

Love, Alcohol, & ***;
It seems be the magical pill
For this matrix type of world.
For this life I live in.
But like all,
There's always a price to pay.
Love, Alchol, & ****
is something you should never trust.
I am in favor of Marihuana for medicinal purpose not for recreational use. I do not use it. This is just a poem. So don't judge.
Oct 2014 · 951
The Red Fern
"I wish to go back one day to that valley by the river, where the red fern grows...The red fern are planted by angels, and growing they never stop. And this place become sacred."

That's the place I've being;
that's where I want to go.
Inspired in the movie "Red Fern"
Oct 2014 · 281
Moon
"Moon, if you see him, tell him
that I love him"

Please moon ask him
where he goes,
away from me.
Why he is not seeking me
begging me to be his
forever.
He is this deep melancoly
I feel
that drives my heart and dreams,
and the thorn in my flowers.

It was easy at first
when we were young
our love was a game
but dear moon
now it's a game of life or death.

It was easy at first
when our kisses where that motor
that started our emotions
and we touched the ceilings,
the skies and  
and heaven.

Now that he is far away,
I still feel his love inside.
Moon if you see him please tell him
that I love him more than the air I breath,
my heart is wide open to love.
Without his love I will die.
I will die.
I will die.

Moon tell him please...


"I Love You"

I love you from the first time I saw you.
I love you. I define my feelings with these
three simple words; "Yo Te Amo"/ "I love you". Tomorrow is like a year and the moon calls for you, sings at you, and follows you...if you are far, I will die, I will die.
Inpired in "Luna" by Ana Gabriel
Oct 2014 · 429
Singing at the Moon
"Moon, if you see him, tell him
that I love him"

Please moon ask him
where he goes,
away from me.
Why he is not seeking me
begging me to be his
forever.
He is this deep melancoly
I feell
that drives my heart and dream,
the thorn on my flowers.

It was easy at first
when we were young
our love was a game
but dear moon
now it's a game of life or death.

It was easy at first
when our kisses where that motor
that started our emotions
and we touched the ceilings,
the skies and  
and heaven.

Now that he is far away,
I still feel his love inside.
Moon if you see him please tell him
that I love him more than the air I breath,
my heart is wide open to love.
Without his love I will die.
I will die.
I will die.
Moon tell him please...








"I Love You"
I love you from the first time I saw you.
I love you. I define my feelings with these
three simple words; "Yo Te Amo"/ "I love you". Tomorrow is like a year and the moon calls for you, sings at you, and follows you, if you are far.
Inpired in "Luna" by Ana Gabriel
Oct 2014 · 704
Moonshine obsession
I yearned so much for this moment
this feeling,
Watching the moonbeaming
as I drink the last drips
of this ***, l
ove potion, made
in a hidden cave.
Like a hot
and spicy whiskey
Mixed with ginger ale.

The smell,
the light,
and the scent,
of this moonshine spilled
all over my face
glistening
with the moonbeam
light
slipping softly into my mouth.
Oct 2014 · 1.4k
My Eyes
He said my eyes were intense;
He said I scared him...
But I know they are intense.
I know that I'm fierce.
They do follow you,
they look intense at you
like a Monalisa stare,
throwing hot insence
and daggers into your chest.
They make you reach, hold your breath,
pause and sight.
I have seeing it well...
But why do you fear my eyer.
Maybe because my glanze can read your soul
and turn you into a better man.
Oct 2014 · 355
Broken
In the world
of words,
and poems
I am nothing
but the tip
Of a broken wing,
a broken pencil.

In the world of art and paint
Im a torned and broken page
that only you with your love and likes
can mend...

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Oct 2014 · 467
Broken Pages
In this world
of words, and poems
I'm nothing
but the a broken wing,
or broken pencil.
A pen with no ink...

In the circle of books, artists,
and painters
I'm just a microscopic
torn, teared out, broken page.

In the world of lovers and couples,
I'm a fan of Allan Poe.
His love was always deep and tragic.
Mine is deep and broken.
But only you
my dear love
can mend this broken soul....

By E.R.L.
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(Book Poems from a Gypsy Soul , Amazon.com & Lulu.com)
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I was a smart child
who talked and talked.
A young child who was "precos"
Whose chatting would not stop
like a lawyer I spoke,
so my family, and old friends said...
"You speak very smart
you should become a Scientist,
a Teacher or Social Worker,
or maybe a Manager at a store in the new Mall."
" Or  you should be an Attorney, you like to talk a lot." And everyone laughed. I was amusing to them.
Poor ******* child.

My friends also laughed about me liking to talk to people and being so friendly and naive.
It  seemed so weird to them
that I could talk to stranger and even in a foreign accent, or a language different to them.

So I stopped talking. I became shy and cold
I would not say a word
and withdraw into myself,
Everyday more and more.

I could no longer be me
or as I used to be.
So I read and read
long collections of books.
Then I  wrote, and wrote.
Hoping to become a writer.
And one day publish a book.

I wrote, day dreamed, and became quiet
and silent.
Some "friend" mocked on my back,
there were no longer invitations
to "cool kids" parties.
I still loved to dance
But soon it all became part of my past.

They then called me antisocial
and crazy.
A Looser with a big L on the forehead.
I became sort of an outcast.

And if I broke the shell
and showed myself
they all would all laugh,
as if I was some sort of little mascot,
or a class clown, which I was way far from that.

And it hurt me deeply into my core
being so misunderstood.
I used to be happy, and cool, and popular
but bad rumors were spread
and soon my joy was stepped all over,
my life was over,
and my future doomed.

Just because I talked to and smiled at strangers
and thought everyone was a friend,
I was labeled crazy and easy.
I was so naive then.
I trusted someone and was betrayed.
Big mistake!
Such a big price I had to pay.

But I turned silent, withdrawn into myself.
I was this little "ice princess" made of plastic
who draw in class, wrote fiction monsters, and day dreamed.

I was no longer ready to talk back or fight.
The fire in me had being shut off.
There was no longer fireworks in my eyes.
And at night
I had terrible nightmares,
my only true friend and confidant was my mom.

At school an old friend said,
_ "You have to literally be slapped once for you to talk and slapped twice for you shut up."_
That was supposedly said as a joke.
But somehow it hurt.

But she was right.
I was chatter box sometimes
who talked a lot, who sang and danced to the rain and the moon. Who smoked and was pretty "cool".
And other times, when I was sad,
I would just shut up,
stay awake late, hoping the night was never over.  
And I would read and write and write,
under an old flashlight.

And they saw the circle under my eyes,
my sleepy quiet stare at the school's florescent lights,
and they called me crazy
because I refused to talk.
I chose to  to smoke, to drink, to love, to paint, and write.
Sep 2014 · 270
Silense
Silence!
Silence in my room.
Silence in my soul...
Wild Gypsy Secrets;
Secrets of love!
Deep secrets that reveal I won't.
Secrets that I share only with the moon.

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