I met him when my world was blue. Not the monday blues, but the blue that permeates the cooling skin of a recently dead being. The days were still like a silent lake where the wind never blew. He stepped in with his solids and checked shirts, and added a dash of character to the dead blue.
Next we talked, a small ripple in the lake at a time. Sunlight danced over the intricately carved circles, and it warmed me up from within. The pebbles that he threw in skipped merrily over the surface, never going in deep. My infatuation was blue with a tinge of gold.
When his blue denim was traded for a t-shirt of the same colour, ultimately ending up somewhere on the cold floor, lust doned blue for a ...
Set a trend of not following a trend that can only shell out money on the false rumor of making us happy.
In this fake world we stay,
People around are so comfortable
Showing off the false sympathy
& silently enjoying people's defeat.
I feel pity to be part of the community,
Where the rules change like a fashion trend.
So difficult to find someone with true morals towards his and others betterment around.
Remember how we planned to go to beaches?
Watch sunsets as the sky turns to peach,
Travel the world with me, leave all the worries and fears behind.
Disappear to our own thoughts,
Perceive the love that we found.
I remember that it felt like floating
at least in the opening moments
tumbling down a verdant hillside
with the melody of your laughter
caressing my ears
followed by my own
as I watched you follow suit
until we were both entangled
in love with the warmth
of both sunlight and flesh enmeshed
wishing we could lie here
just lie here
watching cloudless blue skies
deepen to darkest indigo
counting stars and passing planes
dreaming it would never fade
and I remember...
You are such a beautiful source of inspiration, never ending, so fullfilling, you pour out of my lips and fingers every second I am breathing!
Sadly lost my father in law on the 30th April 2020, this is a poem I wrote. Its been a while since I've sat down and poured my emotions out on to paper.
Even though i can't hold your hand,
I know you'll guide me through this land.
The memories are forever in my head,
Even as the tears stain the pillows on my bed.
Your warmth and love will live on,
Even though your now gone.
But your not really gone to me,
Its plain for anyone to see.
That I love you with all my heart,
I did from the very start.
Never will anyone forget you,
That much I promise is true.
I'll tell of you to anyone who will listen,
As the tears make my eyes glisten.
DO YOU REMEMBER (FINAL)
Do you remember the day you held my hand for the first time and i took it back instantly and you asked me why did i do so . I said you I'm scared people hold hand for now not for too long .
Do you remember when our eyes first meant you said i have the most beautiful eyes in the world, and now you don’t even want to see those eyes for a second.
Do you remember when you said your smile lights up my world, but see I'm not smiling and still you live your life in the most beautiful manner.
Do you remember when you said you won't let me cry, and now you became the reason for my tears.
Do you remember when we use to walk and you use to leave me in between without noticing wh...
Semanas complicadas, donde mi paz mental huido. Noches sin dormir esperando ese día, lágrimas caían todas esas madrugadas en solo pensar en que iba a decir, preocupaciones que no dejaban dormir, dolores de cabeza que hacían los días interminables.
Mi parte humana me estaba venciendo, no se veía la inteligencia emocional por ningún lugar.
Llegó el día, parecía fuerte que hasta yo mismo al verme al espejo eso pensé, si, eso era lo que proyectaba.
A simple vista podían observar en mí un caballero sereno, serio, articulando con toda propiedad, siguiendo la ética en todo momento.
Cuando pensé que había hecho bien las cosas, que sentía un alivio por dentro porque se acaba esa pesadilla que viví...
There are days I never wanna sleep and there are days when I never wanna wake up.
Lately, I’ve been catching myself staring at the ceiling in the darkness.
I have to use earbuds and turn on music, in order to drown out the thoughts nowadays.
At least it helps put me to sleep at some point.
Sometimes you shouldn't share your thoughts, your feelings,
sometimes you just have to accept, right?
What you have to accept that is not for anyone else to say. If you don't tell your partner everything that you are feeling, thinking, worrying about, then you are not fully connected.
When you have lost everything, but you still manage to find someone who makes you wanna get up and live another day you will do everything you can to hold on to them, even if it means burying a piece of yourself in the process.
Call it the conspiring universe or they might call it luck
Or belief in God.
But how beautiful is it that we all bend our heads
close our eyes,
all in front of an unknown, unseen faith,
trust, belief or superstition.
Bending the knees at an altar;
To close our eyes and blow the candle,
to wish hard;
To flip a coin into the clear fountain.
How breathtakingly human
that we find strength in mere words and thoughts,
that we achor ourselves when the sea is wild with nothing as support
except the trust in a part of the unending universe;
that we believe has the power to make everything right,
power to conspire to make things happen, as beautiful as our imaginations.
We need hope for the world,
More than what we have,
To sustain injuries,
Mourn the departed,
And save as many lives as we can,
Wiser the choices,
At the cost of personal sacrifice,
It’s better to be safe than sorry,
With more kindness in our hearts,
And growing consideration,
For death knows no religion, no age, no bias,
Stay home stay indoors,
Cause death is knocking on your door.
I showed her I loved her by my actions, not just my words.
I made it abundantly clear, that my heart lied with hers.
It was in the way that I looked at her, and the way that I lit up.
She was the only one in the room, the rest was just made up.
I used to hold and kiss her hand while we drove into the morning sun.
While we laughed and reminisced over the previous nights fun.
She was always the perfect date, and I’d do anything to make sure she knew.
That she was more than just a “date” she was everything I wanted, come true.
Everything’s gonna be alright, okay?
Just hold on tight. :)))
Tiempo al tiempo y fé.
Fé en que al cabo de esa puesta de sol, todo estará mejor.
Que ese sabor agridulce se convertirá en simples recuerdos sin dolor.