The Girl With A Halo

I am forging myself in the hands of yours
Keeping you shy in moments I share not-
-yet with you, or that I may not hold yet
But I have tasted your lips upon mine
And I loved your religion of surrender
That I find in your perfect lips I desire most

I hold you gently in the crevices of my heart
Like the sky holds the moon in its darkness
Not so that you can love me more than your past
But so that I can love me that I find in you
And I loved your insurrection of peace
That I cannot find when far I am from you

I carry with me your smile on my fragile bones
Blowing candles of the loves I for once known
-and built a home at the twilight of lonely roads
But now in your eyes my heavens kiss the skies
And I love your grace of multi-colored suns
That I find in your faintest whisper of “I am yours”

I am losing myself in the space in your sheets
Finding grace in the fragrance I find in your sleep
When quiet is the night and your heartbeat is a song
But though the heavens will conspire against our hell
And I love the warmth of your heart within my own
When my mortality ceases, darling it is in you I’m alive

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A Fragment in a Universe

I carry your reflections in a thousand small pieces,
I am the memory of every woman who’s stared into her heart
And believed she is beautiful in the many pieces of me
I reflect the silent thoughts of the ones who wished to be-
-as beautiful, as what I would offer when they stare at me
But silent now I sit detailed with the image of you who looks

I carry your reflections in a thousand delicate parts of me,
But I carry no secrets of mine for I am made transparent
I, therefore, offer nothing but honesty to the delicate watcher
Who wishes to see his being unveiled beyond his mind
I cannot speak to the ones who yearn to see beyond what I offer
But silent now I carry detailed images of you who looks

I carry your reflection in a thousand breakable parts of me
I am the one who sees all those who come and go
My story is the faces engraved in thousands of little things
Of the brave and the faint, the coffee lovers and the isolato
I sit here for a moment trapped in eternal reflections
But silent now I am delicate with images of you who looks

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Plunge into Moments of Color

Probably it is an adage that we should live in the moments that make us all feel alive. This is my first stock of the year, and hopefully, I will manage to stay in the moment and keep this page alive better than what my track record of posting shows.

It is 2019, and WE or I, am in the fascinating part of the year. To be honest, after the unexpected events that occurred in 2018, just like many, I was a bit skeptical about starting 2019 with the same vivacity and enthusiasm. Nonetheless, 2018 taught me two great lessons: live in the moment, and learn to let go.

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Oh Love, Oh Love

Oh love, Oh love how wretched is thy plans,
Permit me to say “I do” to thy sister hate,
For the benefits of pain that are to me well-known,
Thou clothe thy nightmares with scintillating promises,
That thou shall bestow me happiness eternally,
But thy eternal lasted only to the edge of my cradle,
People are looking for thee yet thou art the loneliest,
I won’t wear thy ring which is just a manacle on my finger,
Hope and Faith thy sisters have consistently deserted thee,
That’s why thou leave matrimonies with divorce papers,
Oh love, Oh love my beloved old acquaintance, Continue reading “Oh Love, Oh Love”

Risk Worth It

A little something inspired by the song Just a Kiss by the band Lady Antebellum

Falling gently like the leaves in autumn,
Fresh pounding hearts merely in love,
Still healing from the wounds of hurt pasts,
It sure does feel like a heaven on Atlas’ back,
A burden I dread to carry but a risk worth it.

I’m no stranger to this common traveler’s road,
A journey mapped with avenging broken hearts,
But lying here with you so close to me in my arms,
Watching the glitters of hope for me in your eyes,
Reminds me we can do this right, you’re risk worth it. Continue reading “Risk Worth It”

Goodbye July

Leaning on a broken wall,
Leaning on people that treat me so cold,
Is this my destiny or just a call?
Every minor rise ends with a big fall,
Leaving me more weaker than before.

Trying to see myself through a broken mirror,
My broken heart keeps asking how did we get here,
Get to this room where nothing is as it appears,
Nothing but my pain that is crystal clear,
and blood on my cheeks instead of tears. Continue reading “Goodbye July”

Love is Orange in Colour III: My Pharisaic Advocate

Disclaimer Alert: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner.

You know one of the best things about life I have come to learn in my twenty-something years? The fact that someone is impatiently thinking about you; it kind of gives you the urge to want to exist, even if this relationship with you dear reader is digitally defined. I loathe technology just as much as I cannot dread to live without it.

I understand I owe you an explanation on why I have been away for some time. I have been in therapy, and no I am not demented. I promised you an-average-guy-seeking-love manifesto; sadly, I cannot share it yet because my shrink thinks I am someone who has potential and should not consider himself as average. So, there is no manifesto, at least for now.

You know therapies are supposed to make you better and happy, but mine seems to be depressing me more. I don’t honestly get it why Suzie thinks this is a better step for our failing what-she-calls-relationship. Maybe it is depressing because I have to really work hard and be miserable not to feel alone. Has anyone of you ever been in that situation? No, I bet not; this is the life you reserve for people who see shrinks because they slept with someone they wanted to and it pissed off the other person who does not want to lose them. People put so much of a big deal in something that has become the modern god; sex, sex, and sex. Tell me, what is it about it that has never crossed your mind? I can share my ten-piece here, but that would make me less appealing. Continue reading “Love is Orange in Colour III: My Pharisaic Advocate”

Love is Orange in Colour II: My Misdemeanour’s Apprentice

Disclaimer Alert: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner.

Sometimes I tend to question my integrity, but not really in everything that I have to do. Tonight though is exceptional, and I am beginning to think that I deserve the worst after the choices I have been making of late. By of late I mean in the last.. wait a minute I am smart, so this should not be hard, how many days has it been since January 1st? I hate mathematics, and I hate everything to do with numbers, I hate my age because it continuously alarms me that I am growing old and I have not made sense of my life. Even before I finish imagining that my birthday is coming soon, I am reminded that this is the fifth cigarette I am smoking today and it is barely noon. Continue reading “Love is Orange in Colour II: My Misdemeanour’s Apprentice”

Afterthoughts on the Movie Amélie

So let’s begin by saying I am an ardent fan of movies, and I am not just talking about the blockbuster films that gross millions of dollars on their release dates, as a matter of fact, I don’t like movies that people impatiently wait for, not unless it something with DC Legends in it.

So then, what are my kinds of movies? You sure would ask.

I will say I love books, just as I love movies, I try and avoid best sellers not unless it is the first or second print by an author, and even if it is the first one, then it should not be something that makes the world chaotic. I am unashamed to say that with all due respect and much love that I have for J.K. Rowling,

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Red Heels at the Doorstep

Hold me now love because I need you to stay
We are not the love story with a perfect start
You are just typical you and I am just typical me
An erotic note hidden between pages of my life
A kiss that do not last behind your masked smile

There is a small voice within myself and it whispers
-Magical mess, beautifully violent and a humble wreck-
I feel I am when your warm feet caress my cold feet Continue reading “Red Heels at the Doorstep”