The only warm present
To provide right this moment
Having ‘my son’ play in my
Arms and making him smiles
He’ll cherish for life.
And the beautiful glowing aura of ‘my dear brilliant niece.
And the fierceness of my older prince outlaws.
“Cannot Stop, Wishing To Stop”
He put a spell on me....
Without being mine...
But only slick games...
That bring him joy....
And me in his demand....
No door to run out anymore..
And I can’t help to cry a broken heart..
While my lower level screaming desire...
My fists ease on his shoulders...
My tears are his right now...
And my mouth follows....
Moaning his spell back.
“Not Like The Fanfic”
The only good
Thing about your departure,
Is that it happened at the
Same time my heart jump ropes at the strangest
Thoughts of you.
Could ever come
For a Boss.
She never liked being the match accidentally thrown out.
Or the “Whoops there’s another one.”
Usually the one lit up
Then the wind eventually blows
If untouched, nothing would be suspicious
Unless she starts making sparks
Because for her and the box it’s totally normal
The little match continues to keep it’s tempo flame.
She doesn’t want to burn out any time at all.
Not even a little smoke cloud.
A little reinvention.
Same stick version,
Same desire to light up longer,
And different marketing brand.
Same thing happens,
Not too much pressure,
We’ll try again.
“All In Good Time”
Our shining star
Continues to shine
Even through awful conditions
And the sobs filling
the rooms and tears
Staining the bed.
Desperation to keep her hand within mine.
Cancer loses the battle once again
Proving the strength and faith you were born with.
She is the one
I truly love...
But the other had bewitched me
With mindless lust...
“Tell them how I am defying gravity!
I’m flying high!
Defying Gravity and you can’t bring me down!
And nobody in all of OZ,
No wizard that there is or was is ever going to bring me down!”
You are the reason this sprouted into me.
Now I desire more from you.
Until you've had enough.
You're just a fragment of my mind
That my heart waits to welcome you to stay
"No Se Enférme Mi Amor"
A solo estar en tus brazos,
Con este frío lluvia,
Ahora descansa los besos,
Con los ojos cerrados,
Y tú sonrisa pequeña.
As I began writing again....
My poems had hate and arrogance.
As time passes I notice you see my poems without edge.
One beautiful night of a poetic event,
Picked my pen up again for those poems to extend.
Yet they have only been read by me....
And self praise sucks.
Must I pick up my pen from it's case
Just to write poetry for days?
Hate poetry for days?
Just to regain my pride and the hearts and the staff acceptance?
Having my fiancé
back from work, under the covers pulling her close to me.
Her eyes closed, giving me a half smile.
All I wanted was to connect my thin lips to her plump ones.
They felt like a cloud, soft,
sweet, as my thumbs touch from her jaw to rubbing small circles on her temple again. She's only held her hands together before grazing my jawline and giving in more. Nearly running out of breath.
That's when I learned forward.
Her eyes stay shut when I pull away.
My hands hug her lower back.
I only lay my forehead on hers....
Someday I'll love IsaK,
Someday when I am older,
Someday I will be softer,
I will be aware
And see how my life is fair.
Someday I will keep learning,
And I will yearn
For small adventures.
Someday I will forget what
Give birth to a kinder Isa,
Someday I will pass on
In the wind.
Silent and steady.
Let the leaf fall someday,
Change will come.
"What Can I Do?"
9:2I have imagined millions of other ways we'd reunite,
Whether it'd be smiles or screaming,
"Don't pretend you don't remember me!"
Although you recognized me like a favored book from your childhood.
I guessed it'd take 10 years not 5.
But the way we did is sufficient for me.
It dug up the very minimum of leftover love I had for you.
The songs are in my playlist again.
The lyrics crunch up my heart.
Only for the healing nostalgia.
But silence was all you needed.
An exchanging glance was fine.
It was the name I really wanted.
This story is just so bittersweet.
A book bag with my
lovely pencils and sketch pads
provided by my side,
The perfect morning finally
Listening to the mighty roars.
Let the bells sing.
Let them shake the Earth
Sing the bells. Bells. Bells.
Bells of Notre Dame!
I needed you to trap me
Wherever we were laid.
As you slowly peel off my undertop while watching you
With hopeless eyes.
I only needed you to watch me in return, as you pull me Closer, I trap you with my legs.
Twining arms together, You
Needed my bare back as I
wanted wanted your biceps.
I needed you to hold into me.
They press lightly against your chest. I uv
Your eyes saying, " Take me....mold them into mine gently "
The need I'd ugrant
As we take long
Gulps of y from each
Grateful for uninterruptible
Circling my temples.
Pushing me on my back
"I love the cold" I say, shivering.
"But neither of us feels cold"
"Most feared thought"
In order to overcome
My fear.....I would have to die
I simply do not want that.
I'll be the John
To your Yoko.
Or if you...
You'll be my Jessica
And I'll be
Or I'll be your Gomez
And you my Morticia?
His hand falls asleep in front of her.
“Why won't you say it?” He asks. Gently grazing her fingertips.
She continues to attempt drinking her coffee.
He continues to read her eyes. The way they shine.
More patrons in the store walk in. Others walk out.
"You knew?” She asks in a shock manner.
" For a while now.”
Not ever moving their mouths. Only silence through the table.
"Because...would it have made you panic and run?”
"With you? Not this time.”
Lightly setting the mug.
Her gaze down
"Bu-You're not mine.”
The Fire had truly disintegrated.
The connection was lost.
The eyes are shut forever from contact.
The Corazón awaits for the one at the other hoop.
However the then deep lust maybe haunting again.
She was looking out of the store window, drinking her favorite coffee.
When out of the blue a man showed up and sat
down at her table, looking straight into her eyes...he gently touches her folded hands, caressing her finger softly.
"Why won't you say it?" He asks.
"I sent it to you through text." She made it to Broadway the night before. An understudy.
"Not that. The thing you always say." She looks at her hands around her cup of coffee adoringly.
As well as his index finger stroking her. Now looking at her long
lashes. "Great to see you."
He says with a chuckle, "Not that either."
She flinches away and raises the cup to her mouth, ...
"Tot Ei Pierdut"
Evolution provided a grain of sense over creation by a grain of soil.
I cherish you Nana, but La Bibilia isn't my reliable resource. Still surprises me how something like this causes my loved ones to recoil.
Try to have me recover with Catholic videos and the longest minutes of the same discourse.
It only makes me
Wanna tease rebelliously more.
I'm sorry Mami that this is who and what I am
I know y'all don't like it and you demand to know
Just to get it straight, Lucifer didn't shoot me up with baleful
His little minions never
Dragged me into a
Title: "Tot Ei Pierdut"
Cherished it as my most important exam on life and death.
Now for silently turning my back that's supposedly a sign of threat?
I never needed to get closer to a Messiah with the Pope at the same time praying death among people like us.
Matthew says 'Love thy Enemy', Francis says "Heh, I don't think so."
He riches in children's fears, letting their nightmares
Spread on a sentenced of life long prayer for the sake of their career.
Let those kneel down to clear the charges and allow them in heaven.
They should kneel and warm up his tostones ease erection.
My then prayers grew into why if everything was God's Plan?
Every Sunday we jam our alarm to sn...
"Poor Unfortunate Hearts"
Upon the confessions her eyes Uproar with fury.
Upon her accusations she vigorously removed herself from that story
Abandoned traces of jealousy to dive at bay.
In the way of grammar, anger races in her vein.
Never step in front of the one who conquered another's heart.
Although she cared for the boy, it's much too late to repair a strand that's been destroyed.
She arrived not to ask forgiveness.
Not to brag in arrogance, only to show you her shame.
If true the deductions that she claimed.
She never meant to be the weed in between.
She never meant to be a tiny script of misfortune.
" Lazy Poetry "
Dazzling 'Rent' on my screen
And chugging down on some
Writing from inspiration.
Erasing prior to possible
My mind has never been empty since I lost my job.
They let me off for being incomplete.
I can't be Mark Twain
without two brains.
My drafts are below Gringoire Pierre's.
Like in Hugo's book.
Who do I want to be
Edgar Allan Poe?
These rhymes will give me the boot.
*rips poem in half*
I play no part in any staff
*crumbles paper into a snowball*
On. my empty ass mind falls.
*tossing the script*
I've got 525,598 minutes to sp...
" You're sweet. You
Make my heart stop. But you occupy my mind too much. Please leave.
My love is insufficient for you."
Dear Lettrs Community,
Taking another break
Thank you for your understanding.
"Like Agua For Chocolate"
My darling Tita,
I loved you and John for the compatible time you both had. I still wish you had married him knowing he was a much better lover than Pedro.
I never thought Pedro deserved you, but I also never liked your Mother for deserting your dreamed happiness and true love. As well as your sister Rosaura.
I sometimes imagined how if your Father survived his heart attack, your tortures would've came to an end with your Mother's conservative family tradition forgotten and your beloved sister Gertrudis still accepted by your Father in-spite being someone else's daughter. I miss Nacha as much as seeing how well she treated you since birth. She had a golden hear...
Key Word: Lace
Leaving your aroma in my
Dancing in that dark fabric so elegantly,
It could impress the dead
You let me have your consent.
To twirl the night away.
Holding your hip before end.
Catching my lips to ask "Stay".
Deepening our first kiss
No desire to stop now.
My chest hurts so much..