And even though the caterpillar never fathomed flying the skies metamorphosis beautifully transformed her, now she can spread her wings and fly. Resilience, if done right, transforms us in the same way. It allows us to realize our true nature, maximize our potential… a new world opens up for us, we just need to spread our wings and fly, ready to conquer the sky. |H.Santos|
Had seen it all, or so I thought. Then ran into your beautiful smile
Pearly white, radiant… Paired with a sad, thoughtful pair of eyes.
Lost and shallow, as if your soul were hollow
Seemed lost in despair.
Body present, but heart wasn’t there.
Compelled, couldn’t resist looking at you.
Embellished with sunshine, such an splendid view.
Slowly, but surely I found my way into your heart.
Flowers blooming in concrete walls, merely the start.
Eyes now vivid and joyful, smile now filled with life.
Oh, how perfect timing would change the rest of our lives. ♥
A toast to you and your endearing set of eyes, warm as vanilla make me soar high into the sky. A toast to your tender lips, sweet as honey, enchanting with every smile you take, always stunning. A toast to that magnetic field you call skin, your fingertips trailing newfound paths through my skin. I so badly wish to have you, inch by inch. I crave, hunger, your skin on my skin.
Can I ask you to be mine only for a little while? I’ll paint star trails, with my lips, going down your spine. Our sheets will feel like heaven. Oh, a fire so compelling… consumes all of me, brings fire unto my skin. Once again, I live.
A delicious rendevouz you are, making home of the space between the tickles down my spine. In a second you control me, with a single glance you own me. Your skin my favorite sin. Nectar drops run down and thin. A toast to this delicious thing
You killed what little feelings were left in me,
And now my heart can’t feel or bleed. ~ |H.S.
An Open Soul (c)
El solito me dijo, como advirtiendome, que era un chico de momentos. De esos que tienen suerte con las nenas y van y vienen como el viento. Yo sonrio en mis adentros.
Con mirada picara empieza a relatarme varios cuentos, todos comparten el mismo final, ellas se ilusionan y el alza vuelo a otros cielos. Yo me acomodo en mi asiento.
Se me escapa una sonrisa mientras se entrelazan nuestras miradas. indescifrable talvez, por que el anuncia que no ama… como si alguien le preguntara.
En su cocina, cara a cara, una sola pieza de encaje mi cuerpo portaba. No pude evitar soltar una carcajada, pues su “advertencia” me da ganas… Me le acerco lentamente y al oido le susurro, “Papi, se te nota en la mirada. Me encanta que seamos de momentos, pues no me aburro y siempre tengo ganas.”
Le bese el cuello. No aguantamos llegar a la cama~
I write for you because I don’t know anything else.
I don’t know what it feels like to let your emotions rattle and fight themselves inside you.
An eternal pandemonium.
And I write because birds sing in my ear amazing memories and stories
about wild adventures.
I write because it makes me free.
I write because it keeps me here.
I need this to live.
Here I find myself, listening to ‘The Hurry and the Harm’, wishing I had started this blog as an anonymous writer. Why? you may ask. Well, that’s pretty easy… So I can say anything and absolutely everything I want to say, without having to worry about someone who actually knows me finding it. No, I don’t have psycho thoughts about killing thousands of people. I don’t have a secret personality that worships the devil. I just think that – I have had all these thoughts and topics dancing in my head for the last month or so, and all I think is ‘Well, lady, you cannot post that’. It’s boring. It’s dull, it makes my blog a “filtered” one, even though many posts have been writen at the moment of publishing… still, not how I saw myself blogging.
I wish I were one of those girls who just did not give a fuck, who would write anything for whoever cares enough to read. But I am not. I used to post my posts on my Facebook wall when I first started THIS blog, back on Blogger, but I guess I just didn’t have as much to say as I did now, and it was mainly ‘poetry’. Or maybe it was because I was single and did not have to think of hurting anyone’s feelings…
Anyways, I said it. It’s been on my mind for weeks now.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate the fact that people have reached out to me and contacted me to my personal email and found me on Facebook or Instagram. Fine with me. That is not the problem at all; I don’t want anyone to feel bad. I just sometimes wish I was a faceless, nameless girl writing on this blog.
Hugs and Kisses to anyone who gets to this line 🙂