I’m burning as I’m freezing.
My whole split.
Healing as I’m burning fierce.
Drowning as I’m being baptized
I’ll fly off into the known
Even as I become mired in the unfamiliar.
But may the Gods help you withstand my wrath.

His lips pressed against my skin like raindrops that fell gently upon my cold body. So gentle, so close. His love for me transformed, it grew until my skies were covered and his world was all I knew. The sensation he gave me was captivating, for I had always loved a storm. His smile hit me like a blinding streak of lightning, and it made me feel infinite. I was so lost in the thundering words that echoed in my ears, I was so incredibly obsessed with his hands and how they held me so tight, and I forgot that storms always come to an end. Slowly the raindrops stopped falling over my body so fiercely, his words ceased from thundering as they faltered to an echo. A memory. The ghost of his lips remained, like my love for him. Since the storm dispersed I sometimes fall in puddles of our forgotten love and I wish for the storm to return. A storm may be beautiful, but it will not last forever.

Beautiful women are everywhere.
Beautiful souls are found rather rare.
I may be none.i may be both.
I may be a third type that I chose.
All that you need,to make your judgement fair
Is to know I'm a women
who in need will be there.

and if we're tied with the same sad fate,
i'll change it... no matter what.

By: Reuben Paredes

Is not a thing?
But a special human being,
Who can do everything?
‘Cause she has something,
What to give and offer for others
When she is there, nothing to be bothers,
Doing multiple task,
Even without effort to ask,
Her special power is simple, that is to create,
Out of the box ideas is easy, for her to generate,
She is always there and keen to help,
Or even you don’t need to have a yelp,
A giver and savior of the day,
But also a solution that takes your worry away,
A strong as a steal that no one can break,
Yet, gives her heart of gold for all sake,
Her ability is extraordinary that you can imagine,
Only to inspired and dazed, her marvelous fine,
What a world can’t recognize a woman that so great,
Nor, the fantastic life, she is often feat,
And her superpower is to give unconditional love,
That you need to do is to possess it and have.

the pain

the pain that you feel,
but can’t touch.
a pain you know of,
but can’t explain.
a pain so fierce
you go insane
the unknown pain
that clutches you heart
and burns in your soul
the pain
in your life
too strong to carry on
the unknown pain
that clouds your mind
and devours every thought
the pain of broken promises
broken dreams
the pain
that’s unheard of
the pain that’s
not seen

— J.C

You will know, you'll feel the change,
That calls on parts of you most strange,
And through the wooded halls, you'll pass,
To gather for Its ancient mass.

The fallen towers' decaying bark,
Will harbor haunts of growing dark,
The slime will sweat, the crawlers teem,
You will not wake, this is no dream.

Descending into rotting cold,
You'll hear Its voices, deep and old,
And when their song has chilled your bone,
You'll know that you are not alone.

The path will dim and fall to end,
The soil below, itself shall rend,
The wyrm within shall rise without,
With blackened fur and horned snout.

And surely as the lichens gnaw,
It opens up its snarling maw,
The void beyond the smiling tooth,
Revealing long-forgotten truth.