Una segunda oportunidad.Ella miró el reloj de su muñeca,son las dos,extrañamente,el tren había llegado con más de veinte minutos de adelanto,quizás ere el destino,inexplicable sabiendo demás como funcionaba el ferrocarril.Una segunda oportunidad.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
La estación,nueva para ella,estaba totalmente en plena ebullición,hora punta.
Inspeccionó con su mirada el amplio espacio de la estación buscando la puerta de los aseos,después de horas de viaje necesitaba refrescarse un poco,revisar su aspecto ante el espejo.
Estaba tranquila de momento,no sabía cuanto duraría así,la vida le daba otra oportunidad,una segunda oportunidad,en toda la amplitud de la palabra.
Quien le iba a decir a ella que se encontraría aquí,sola,apenas poco más de tres años atrás.
Su memoria viajó en unos instantes al 2 de agosto,un día como hoy ,su cumpleaños,una llamada de teléfono y su mundo,su vida se tambaleaba como pirámide de cartas que se desmorona con un simple soplido.
-Aún dolía recordar,aquellas palabras de un desconocido al teléfono..un accidente..su marido...fa
Dear Claudia-The Event ColabDear Claudia-The Event Colab2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Time... was a crimson question,
a strange twilight tide of desire and desecration
As time... outside... opened the Night
this counting became the only matter
as time... inside... closed the Light
one thing... one only thing was sacred, an Holy-matter
all eyes were upon the Universe, waiting
the Event no one had ever seen except the First Creature
- when day could not be called Day
neither night could be named as Dark
later – I have understood, the importance it had on my "existence"
It was always been the issue
certain as the violent sin
that left its mark on this violet tissue
seconds, fractions of life passed by me
pain was the first sensation, and then only emptiness
confusion with the rain, on my face, lifeless
within I was nothingness with anger and hunger
As my memories returned
I wished... that they had not
I prayed... to whom, would cared
I remembered... something - I said
I remembered... everything - I cried
My flesh ripped by teeth-fangs
a doll... br
Kisses Of EternityKisses Of Eternity3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A pale moon sky is on the rise
I feel it within her evil eyes
Just beyond this mundane reality
Seeing things that could not be ...
A child of darkness born of light
To grow into the blackest night
Indigenous to things macabre is She
Relentless Her tranquility ...
The winter sun doth heat Her soul
It warms her hair as black as coal
A seduction of innocence takes Her place
With a kiss upon Her perfect face ...
Is mortality beyond our reach?
A futile dream we can not breach?
Together may we find a way to live by night,forsake the day~
I view Her as though Heaven sent
This Midnight Child so malevolent
Our lifeblood soon shall intertwine
My essence Her's,Her essence mine ...
I have waded through my frightening dreams
I've drowned in nightmares,so it seems
Longing just to taste Her lips as Autumn leaves fall down in clips ...
On hallowed ground I wish to lay
and listen to the thing's She'll say of promised love,
Eternity ...and other things that will not be ~
When She departs She
Death of the Raven WarriorDeath of the Raven Warrior2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Black met black
upon ending breath
loyal friends spirited
to warrior's breast
Mourning takes flight
in taloned embrace
grieved cries rattling
over ocean waves
reverence bears you
to honor's pyre
Loving You (Rewritten)I love you.Loving You (Rewritten)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Now, hear me out.
To be honest, I dislike that mask you wear.
I love the you that hides; the you that's broken,
The you that fell,
The you that feels hopeless.
My love, nothing will change that.
It will always stay the same.
I want to give you all that I have and then more.
I want to give you my heart.
I want to give you my hand and lift you up high.
Will you accept me?
I don't want you to fall.
But you do, so I'll pick you up.
I don't want you to cry.
But you do, so I'll make your tears say good bye.
I want nothing from you.
Simply for you to be you.
And for you to be happy.
That is all I'll ever want.
How can I prove that I really do love you?
Can I give you the world or is that too much?
Do I really want something from you or am I truly pure?
I'm no prophet.
I don't know what will come with tomorrow's day break.
Or the next day
Or the day after that.
I must say, I don't see the future.
But listen to this:
I'll always be right where you can find me and when you need me.
Time To Heal..Time To Heal..5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I didn't think I was beautiful
No-one ever told me
and once they did
I never believed them.
My mind held me captive
in a place of denial.
Wanting to believe
but being afraid too.
A terrible place to be,
filled with insecurities
As I grew older,
my outside beauty faded
and my inner beauty shone,
but left me with many regrets
and precious moments lost.
Walking me backwards,
instead of forwards
My mind in a tangled mess
of what-ifs and maybe's.
A clouded sensation of
living, but being dead as well
So here I am stuck in today,
hoping for a better tomorrow
and wishing for my yesterdays.
I will not cry for I am strong,
yet too weak to move on.
To see the real me
and love myself for who I am.
Not for what the mirror shows
but what my heart should know..
Go Get A Roomie: There for Each OtherRoomie sits at the end of the bar;Go Get A Roomie: There for Each Other2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beer in hand, with a permanent grin splitting her face.
In the bar stool beside her is another lovely young woman; Ramona.
She is a little far gone, and is all over Roomie;
Flirting with her and spouting drunken sweet talk.
Then again, there are other women doing the exact same thing as Ramona.
And why not?
They all see Roomie as an overpoweringly sensual presence,
An amazing woman who could do no wrong.
They think that she is perfect.
She is all for having sex with some of these young women
But Roomie is well aware that some of their feelings of adoration and lust
Will turn into love.
She pretends to be happy as can be, sipping her beer as she flirts back with them.
But behind her brilliant blue eyes is a sadness and a depth
That no one else can fathom.
Sitting in the shadows sits her stoic friend, Lillian,
Who watches Roomie with a mixture of disinterest at all of the flirting
And a fascination at how she seems to be not paying attention as much as
AliveIm here!Alive2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dont you see me?!
You ignore me
I dont care
Im still alive
Time Heals Nothing..in MeTime Heals Nothing..in Me3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Time Heals Nothing
Your sprit passes threw me like a cold breeze on a warm day,
no physical being left to see,
but I know you are with me.
TIME HEALS NOTHING!!!!!!!!!.....in me
I've gone to all the places you would be,
still I cant except your not with me.
your grave is so lonely,
like two staring eyes in the night.
TIME HEALS NOTHING!!!!!!!!!.....in me
A Zel'aran Farewell - ProlougeA Zel'aran Farewell - Prolouge9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The moon was slowly rising above the forests, letting it's pale ivory beams shine down upon the land of Zel'aran. Within her skies there was the light of stars that were still virginal and unknown. However on this night the stars could not be seen, only the strength of the moon could cut down the shadows that the clouds created. These clouds were not made by nature, but by dark impure magics in the realm. It was under this dark sky that the Lord of the Merricks, Athos Jeremy Merrick, stood preparing a horse he'd borrowed from his kin, a brown mare named Restara. He picked up the emerald blanket he often traveled with, laying it atop his saddle for the moment. He rubbed that young looking face, he was lucky that he had maintained his exterior all these years. It pained him to leave in this way, in the middle of the darkness. However, knowing what things may cross his path in the night, and knowing his ability to fight them, he chose this time as the best for his travels. Howeve
StayedStayed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was on Facebook one day
And I saw a photo of an old friend
She was with my sixth grade crush
At their winter Christmas dance
And I realized in that moment,
It was gone
Our childhood bonds
I had stayed,
Stuck in the past,
While they moved forward
My eyes are gray and out of focus
It's all blurred
I can only see myself
But no more
Can they hear
Do they call my name
They were bright lights
Running into the future
We had parted long ago
It was just that
They had left
And I had stayed
Unsweetened CerealThere are great gulfsUnsweetened Cereal2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in between each horror we face
We tell ourselves what we want to fear
We choose what we hear, as well, from those fears
inside our hearts - the smallest of closets
Ambition is like a t-shirt
covering up all our bruises
Like the search for orgasms and possession
We all want to be a voice
against the flux of all those cold, silent stars
Watching us with our revered delusions
For me, there is but one great Horror
One terrible truth that tries to prove itself
It isn't demonic
It is in fact, not supernatural in nature
It isn't loss
nor is it pain
nor even is it death herself
No, the greatest threat to my sanity
The one SUPREME terror of my darkest nights
Is that there truly is no magic, in this world
Lourdes of Loki - part 2 - The ClinicLourdes of Loki - part 2 - The Clinic3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My best friend Gaetania Sendari has a way with numbers. Especially those numbers which are related to sweet money. So I was soon hauling this smart, Italian lady on board, offering her partnership in my little business (which she of course gladly accepted) letting her to be the accountant and to make all the wheeling's and dealings when it came to starting up the clinic. Gaetania's connections with the mob (Her father Enrico is one of the most internationally powerful Don's) helped me to acquire a few other things I was needing as well, like a fake ID, making me 38 instead of 18 and forged diplomas from various medical universities in Italia, France and the States. Thus I became not Lourdes LeGrand, school dropout and spoilt heiress to some rich badass but DR Lourdes Thiery, expert and researcher of cosmetic surgery.
There was also this Italian doc who used to do nose jobs for Silvio Berlusconi's mistresses. He had gotten in trouble with the mafia earlier and then Gaetania h
The Last Of The ProcrastinatorsThe Last Of The Procrastinators3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So there I was,the last of my people.I had been weeded out by myself and placed in a box of incomprehensible laziness that no one but myself even knew existed. It was strange because there was a wall that only I could see between and everyone else as they had got up to do things and I had said I would join them,in a few minutes of course, sense we'd had the precious time in the world that god had given us as if my naive understanding of the world could not be ever so wrong.
They left my there, and I sat idly by,in deep contemplation on what I would do when I wasn't busy playing games or watching tv ; maybe evening scanning the fridge for the occasional "pick-me-up" or two but that was it and I hadn't even realized the worst part of it. How minutes turned to hours, hours to minutes, days to weeks and weeks to months; years even and yet there I was...the last of the procrastinators.
Big projects, calling my fo
A Poets Purpose is Paper ThinThin sheets of lined paperA Poets Purpose is Paper Thin7 years ago in Open More Like This
Under blank verse
With no pentameter.
They seem lifeless
As they form stories
Using forced imagery
To convey meaning
Of which only the author understands.
Describing landscapes and human endeavours
Of restless nights and fallen seasons.
Rising inspirations whisper loudly
As they silently create inner tensions
Forming observational catastrophes.
Then the poet admires the work
The way in which letters fill the page
With no interruption
Yet enough room to breathe.
The muse amusing their every thought
With a play on words
While juggling their own
Light and darkness
To prove their worth.
The dichotomy constantly filling voids
Giving off a feeling of affective poetry.
In that case,
Let me cast shadows
With the little light thats left.
After thirty lines I realize
My purpose is paper thin.