One Second

My 30's 2014+
I touch your skin,
But I feel your heart.
I graze your face,
But I tremble from your soul.
My lips caress ever so slowly slightly against yours,
But I feel it inside me.
My chest pressed upon your chest,
My blood is rushing at maximum speed.
My body moves without me now,
Controlled by our spirits,
Slowly touching inside us.
I can't pull away.
I do not want to.
My body sweats from within,
Dripping of lust.
Evaporating from the heat of your heart.
Each second intensifying,
Getting harder and harder to breath.
I latch on like a chain link,
No chance of letting go.
Our bodies just messengers of our souls.
Then your breath grazes my face,
If I was standing my knees would buckle,
My muscles would give.
No strength in the world,
Could make me stand.
I open my eyes,
We stand all alone,
Surrounded by nothing,
But our love and our souls.
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A tropical sunset

Twisted in vibrant rainbows

Creamy clouds dancing

Surrounding her in golden yellows

It's only my imagination. 

Then, the music starts playing

A call from a lost friend

All is forgiven 

Is this for real or blow?

Just another pinch

I never want to let go...

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The bookshelf

If you enter my grandparents’ house and you take a left on the first door, you will come across a long hall. The wooden floor will crack beneath your feet no matter how light you step on them, if you look to your right you will see and hear my grandmothers birds, always chiming as loud as they can, the smell of her never-ending food will get to you before you can reach the kitchen on the left, and at the very end of the hall you will meet with two of the most cozy and cushy green sofas. Green as in the most horrible green you can imagine, designed, as my grandfather will tell you a thousand times, to brighten the room. But never mind that, when you settle into these green sofas that’s when it all starts, there you can fully appreciate it. The bookshelf. So big it makes the room look small, covered in books and books of all colors and designs, waiting to be read. The only way you could reach the dusty old books on the top is if you used the fragile ladder on the side. But we were never allowed to touch it. I think my grandparents were afraid that we were going to mess up their carefully and perfectly categorized and alphabetized collection. You might live as twice as age as my grandfather did but it wouldn’t have enough time to finish all those stories. My greatest memories come from that place; it was in those green sofas that we, my two brothers and me, spent our nights at our grandparents. There she grab a book from the “kids section” and began unraveling its mysteries to us. My brothers and I always listen to her words, paying close attention to the prince that was going to save his kindred or the ugly and fat witch that got misunderstood by her friends, always a new story, always a new adventure. It was thanks to my grandmother and her many hours spent on those green couches that led me to appreciate reading. She took it upon herself to show us that magic can come from a book. Now, no matter where I am, when I open a book I can see myself on those couches staring at the big bookshelf, another day, another story.     

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The Family Pet





Fourteen years ago, I was with my family on a typical Sunday night
on the highway when a man made us move aside the road and told us that he was
giving away a dog. This dog was a puppy whose breed was Springer Spaniel and
obviously me and my sisters wanted a dog more than anything in the world so my
parents accepted it. We named our puppy Annie and on the first weeks she was in
our home she caused all kind of troubles. She destroy our bathroom door and she
cried all night long, but she needed to learn to be by her own because she was
going to be a big dog and someday she was going to be on the backyard the
house. That's why we give her a teddy bear, which made her tranquilize during
the night. Months passed by and she was getting bigger and bigger so we decided
it was time to take her out, so that
s what we did.

One day when my sister and I woke up, we went downstairs and Annie was asleep on the sofa, which was very funny to me but I guess it wasn't funny in my mom's opinion. Annie was a very playful dog, she
always wanted us to play with her and her toys, her favorite was a chicken leg
that made sounds. Every time we bought her a new toy, she never wanted it and
we understood that she wouldn't accept any other that wasn't her chicken leg. Annie
was also a very strong dog but sadly that strength started to diminish. Years
ago, my family and I found out that she was getting sick and the doctors told
us that it was nothing dangerous so we believed them but it turned out that it
was actually dangerous. Another period of time passed by and she began to get
really weak and then what we all fear about, happened. She died four weeks ago
and she was near her fourteen years of life. Even though she is not physically
with me and my family, we will always have her in our hearts and in our
memories and we will always be thankful for her life and the happiness and love
she bring us. Annie was a very special dog for us and we miss her like crazy
but that's how life is, sooner or later it was going to happen and we thank God
that she stayed with us the time that she needed to stay. 




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here you go...

Hitting the road

Okay, so you want something from me?

Alright, here, i will give it for free.

But only if my heart's in tune,

With that which your asking me to give you.

Possessions i will give with love,

Of my body i will give a hug.

But i will not choose violate

The truth of my heart in any way.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

should probably add more to this little piece. Just trying to start allowing myself to write again. And im typing on phone...

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Falling in Love with an Elderly Girl

What a day it was for me!

Walking amid the friendly breeze,

The sun did its heat cease,

Together for the playground headed we.


Smeared with joy the moments were,

It was not about playing football only,

It was being a part of history,

Just then and right there.


On the move with the ball we were,

I was sort of hypnotised suddenly,

After my eyes fell on a walking beauty,

She called me by a wrong name there.


That very moment I felt like being,

Hit by a forceful wind,

Appeared blank my mind,

And for words I was longing.


She was beautiful like a princess,

And innocent like a baby,

From a place heavenly,

In whom my heart began to rest.


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for her

I'm a nobody,

Just a stranger.

Seeking a path out of this destruction,


Compelled to be a nobody,

To a somebody.

Deceived and betrayed,

No one knows when they're going o fall.

Alone and lonely,

I sit here,

Still, a nobody.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

that piece of charcoal thatt wishes to be your diamond-elvizo. INSOMNIA! Can't get you out of my head!

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Persisent Skies



With every drip and ever drop

The sky cries down in seclusion

Searching for eyes to notice

Blue skies, the ultimate illusion


She screams to the silence

A thunderous noise that carries

Her wounded longing call,

Thirsty eyes, she’d marry


Her rolling clouds distract

From the storm brewing inside

Trying to disguise her feelings

But no longer can they hide


The winds gain spiteful speed

Her furious winds circle round

Lifting heads and hearts

Wreaking havoc on the ground


All her stars she wished upon

Faded into crumbling ashes

A dying desire for affection

That only ended in her lashes


As the gloomy madness concludes

Her vibrate blues come to play

Covering up her sadness

To unleash on another day





Author's Notes/Comments: 

A dying star hoping to get a glimpse of the sun.

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The Scream.



I never thought you would be the one for me,

For I felt you never noticed me..

This is an ode, 

As I want you to know,

What you really mean to me.



I saw you, A gentle smile 

across your face,

eyes gleaming, 

In your old Levis, 

I wished you noticed me,

and you did.



You were walking up to me now,

Looking at me, only me,

Giving me a fast lub-dub pace, 

While my breathing fastened, 

You looked at me, And,

You said 'Hey,long time!',

Lost in you, For your breath holding beauty.



I didn't realize, You spoke to me,

I stood there, like an idiot, 

Gazing at You, Just you.

You said again, 'Hey!', now a little louder,

Bringing me back to my senses,

That senses, which where under your spell.



The influence of your beauty,

A beauty Which castled me in your love.

I replied, trying to sound sweet, 

'Hi, How are you?'

You stared at me,with a long pause.



Only to make realize, 

I was blushing And blushing, 

Without giving the response I thought I gave,

I gathered my guts up and managed to croak, 'Hi!'



He smiled, And lo, 

For once, I heard,

My heart screaming, 

A scream I had in me from my childhood, 

A scream I had for him,

A scream which screams "I Love You."

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