Somewhere lost in time,
Or maybe another world,
Is my vacant heart.
If you are doing nothing
You will gain nothing
So take your time
And make today better
Every man she loved,
Was hung up on his past.
She was looking for a future
Someone who will last.
La noche, silenciosa compañera.
Guardiana de secretos, poemas, amoríos y desvelos.
Luz de escritores, inspiración de poetas, oyente de afligidos, compañía en las penas.
En ti, mi mente encuentra descanso, mis memorias viven en tu cálida oscuridad, mi corazón late con el recuerdo de amar.
En ti mis lágrimas marcan un sendero singular y dibujan en mi rostro una cálida caricia espectral. En tus secretos guardas a una mujer sin igual, que en la luna ha encontrado un motivo para brillar. Desde mi lecho humano la apreciare sin dudar y anhelare el momento en que sus labios pueda besar.
I start to write a sentence or two
Just to distract my mind from you
Somehow you find your way into these words
And I start to ink without hesitation or a clue
You! My phrase, my song, my unfinished book
I must continue to write
Until these words have no meaning
Until you’re no longer my music or my muse
Or until these lies no longer have truth
-Silence In Echos
A short haiku. Not very good but felt like posting
I used to be sad a lot
and then i met you
now I can not stop smiling
Lights rose guitar
He played every night at the Drummers boy lounge. Not too many people would show but it was a way to get his name started. He wrote his own music and played the guitar.
He was so frustrated on how love treated him these past couple years. He barely was getting by with what the club was paying him. He pretty much gave up on everything but his music. His music was his way out. He played as if he was playing for thousands in a stadium.
He just wrapped up his session. He was packing up his guitar and ready to head home. He heard this laughter across the room. He couldn’t help but to look across the room. As he looked so did she. They locked eyes. They both exch...
I want to go for a bike ride
and coast along the streets.
I want to hand a bouquet
out to everyone that I meet!
Tormented With Ambiguity
morning is here but the sun isn’t out yet. i gasp for air and reach for my journal to quickly write down my dreams, before i forget. last night i couldn’t sleep. shadowy delusions were chasing me. i sought shelter in an abandoned building but every flight of stairs offered new phantoms. when i closed my eyes i woke to another frightening illusion. i was powerless to these dark visions but i continued to outrun them. i told myself to get up and stop these nightmares at once, but i couldn’t. the further i ran, the more daunting each hallucination grew. i couldn’t see who i was so afraid of but the fear was so intense that i had to keep moving. my legs stopped working ...
Music is what saved Samantha. As playing piano at a young age, she could not quite catch the notes nor place her fingers on the right keys. But one day, she experienced a lose so unbearable. The piano was put to rest. Samantha said she would never play again.
Until that one day, she walked past it and there was a warm sensation that went right through her. She decided to do the one thing she forbid to do and that was play piano.
She uncovered the piano. Sat on the bench and placed her fingers on the keys. As her fingers started to move with grace, tears poured down her face. She could feel her mother sitting next to her. Samantha was playing their favorite song and she whispered something...
I lost a fellow traveler along my way. I haven’t seen him for quite some time. I am afraid to say that as time goes by his image that lingers in my mind fades. I yearn to go back to those days where we all enjoyed each moment together. He seems to be at every step I take. I try to keep his memories alive by looking through old photos and replaying family videos. Life caught me by surprise. I thought I knew what I was doing and where I stood in my life.
My fellow traveler didn’t know he was leaving. I can tell you why.
There was a memory of me hugging him, my fellow traveler, my son. I told him, “junior please don’t ever leave me.” He said, “mom I will never leave you.” Words to die for. W...
Every rose has a thorn... but every prick does not come with flowers.
I was born at 1:59 am.
I have always been
So in awe of the moon.
Seeing her glow
High up in the sky.
I found myself to be
a lover of the stars.
Staying up hours
into the night.
Calms my soul.
I let my thoughts
Get lost in the quiet.
And that’s when my
Words come to life.
As I gaze into the moonlight.
Just me and the moon.
You can not complain about everything growing around you.
You cannot ask to turn the switch.
Or maybe you could,
Not everything could be altered, based upon you.
LIVING A DREAM I NEVER HAD
i woke up to a dark room i didn't recognize. i felt immediately that i was going to be attacked. i was shaking from fear and my heart was pounding in surround sound. as my eyes were adjusting to the obsidian room, i scurried to my feet and blindly searched for the door. as i found the knob i felt someone standing behind me. i quickly swung the door open and just as the light entered the room...i woke up, again. this time i was safe in bed. i was about 5 or 6 when i first had this dream and i've had it repeatedly over the years. tony (my brother) was about 6 or 7 and i remember thinking, as i sat there in bed, that if i could just see his face that i would be ok. ...