The hunger for life and starvation of inexistance

Perceptions May Vary

2010-01-20T10:31:00.000-08:00

The corner of my mouth turned up in a wistful half-smile

Because I wonder does not mean I am lost

Just on a journey with no ending.

I'm not convinced.

With much conviction

I examined the factual

I will not silence my pen

I'm in too deep to turn back

I love yet still have not conquered the sentiment

Yet, to my essence You cling...

With every step, You bite and sting.

From my heart You cannot unbind.

Still with much affliction we need not to intertwine

Antagonizing as I visualize the situation at hand

what is beyond his painted mask?

in my mind I sit and repeat each task

These lyrics persist to gasp feelings of the unspeakable

swimming down pastures of my deepest potentials

at my minds expenditure my release so grand

pushing off the edges of my tips at heights so extensive.

My pen losing its ink…

Set free

2009-07-31T21:47:00.000-07:00

Cosmic spiritual union indeed, a stratospheric sensation that swept throughout my spine as my soul began seeping into the seams of forgetfulness; I inhale the strong doings that will lead unto a future unseen while still glorifying my past. I'm standing in a place where words have no definition, I feel as if love is destined to be damaged, doomed to be hurt. I ensure my wounds don’t get worse. My strategy now, is to stab first. Feed me fantasy when reality is a boldface lie. Secretly I cry on the inside, tears forcibly seeping outta my pores so abhorrently, so no one can visibly see the symbolizing epitome of me. I shall allow my heart to heal and not die. I am lost in translation; Can you see my pain that has manifested into an emotional storm? Yet my DIVINE KING will set me free. He knowing of my vulnerability has pushed me in the arms of JUSTICE who has been dealt the bitter hand but will proceed right by me. I want a love without a cage, a sort of freedom everyone wishes upon. I just want to be set free.

Fairy Tale Ending

2009-06-27T08:07:00.000-07:00

As you grow Fairy tales will no longer be magical Magic Dust will fall from the book's pages.
Once upon time you were pure and filled with hope.
Your romantic prince will actually be the villain,
My child the beauty and he a scoundrel beast.
The fantasy will only seem as close as you allow it.
The world will not be like Netherlands.
The lush jungles and the mermaid lagoon is wonderfully seen by then eye.
But once you begin to live so will the dangers surrounding it.
You will grow older and your appearance will alter .
You might feel young at heart but old within.
The lost boys will then be found only to try and persuade you to get lost with them, but you must not.
Through this journey I will play your Tinker bell and will guide you thought the monstrosity of this thing called life.
As my beauty sleeps keep one eye open to the wicked fairy who schemes on you because of your gorgeousness and compassion.
Pretend as if you are sleep until your true love kiss.
Remember my child they are so many that will try but only be frauds your heart will un camouflage their disguise.
Do not let the mirror be your only source of beauty my dear
Beauty comes from within.
If you commit to memory you shall unquestionably be the fairest of them all.
And if your father and I separate always remember the evil step mother will NOT take mommy’s place.
Accept the gifts she has to offer but do not be fooled by her wittily ways.
With me always here the evil stepsisters and stepmother will not prevent you from going to the ball.
All I can do is sit and pray and lead the best way, it is up to you to follow your true ending.
When is all said and done I hope to be present at your fairy tale wedding and live happily ever after.
Love always your mommy dearest =}

Devotion

2009-06-22T19:09:00.001-07:00

Its destiny trapped in the lines of my palms
prayers get answered even when emotions and egos don't get pampered

so I am chasing more than dreams and promises of ever after paradise is on the other side of his laughter

Lift me off the ground, let me fly... absorbing endless happiness, as I inhale faith and dedication. Enchant me with permanent memories, light as a feather; I’ll drift gracefully, along the skyline with a smiling heart.

I speak in a language of similes and rhymes... A metaphor for me and you... I devour the soul and digest the mind

It took for me to find you and you to find me.. past, with hurt and sorrow... From break ups and mis-treatments past

Yet I still embrace the rock roads ahead
Forget about the she devil
And forever shall we be
A family building our family tree

Chosen one

2009-06-19T17:39:00.000-07:00

I was made by an angel, tempted by the devil.
He created us for a mission which to us is unknown.
Evil spirited souls are the fruit of dishonesty.
Too many times has God told me that there's something within me,that can change humanity.
My heart to kind to mislead the malice.
My soul to pure to take in the acid of pure hatred.
The tainted girl will soon be punished for her immoral doings.
My heart higher than the status of an angel.
The Power of Prophecy has been bestowed upon me, A power that would allow me to work with God and create a positive atmosphere for my child.

Hand to hand, Eye to eye and Soul to soul, heart to heart.
He has told me that what I am is not only a gift but more of a dependability to attract people to His monarchy of the forsaken.
He told me only I can attain the attainable.
He's appointed me to reach the unreachable.

The love inside of me creates a safe haven for the mistreated,
Souls in which need guidance, I will lead in a manor only I can see.
Only he knows my sinful enticement and still he chooses me.

Past and Present

2009-06-18T12:07:00.000-07:00

She
Insatiable enticement rise to the occasion As her temptations rises upon your location.
Words are extremely inviting--it is elevating and sensational
Attempting to satisfy love's appetite reminiscing on magical moments of the past mind traveling back to contaminated memories of what did not last occasionally visiting scheduled meetings in the past

Me
You and I are intertwined in this one soul outside of this is the unsure ness of what the future may hold. i don’t want to know the future as long as I remain in the present I was to reside in this ecstasy that was heaven sent,and be overwhelmed by this thing we call love

This emotional ride is the only thing i can put into terms of poetically speaking .

Poetry Seduction

2009-06-16T09:41:00.000-07:00

The thought of his sensual touch all over my body reminds me of a form of ectasy. I want to create a soulful erotic activity
His whispers create a form of imagery as I close my eyes and whine.
I create a spiritual form of energy as he seduces me sensually

Now it time I want a portion of him to rest on my essence
He ask am I sure because he goes
D

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I say no I want something to remember something metaphysical is what I seek, O take me to the next Galaxy.
Lets begin out journey as we engage our physical chemistry I need him to erase all the stress all the tension Our appetites grow as we savor one another Pressing these erotic synonyms to open my thesaurus The passion increase as I entice him with my poetry I paint him a portrait in my softest poetic whispers I tremble and vibrate as he whispers to my thighs
the stars and planets where synched
want to live vicariously through you
Let’s create melodies further than anyone understands
as we stroll into our favorite stance clutching hands practicing our favorite dance
So many words I can not pronounce
I want to begin jotting these things down.
And how the rhythm in your breathing makes a seductive song

My intellect is satisfied yet still asks for more Lets see the grotesque thoughts as my mind explores
So many thoughts radiates through my mind as I sit down and begin to untwine
No instruction manual included Just a space, comfy & secluded
I open my eyes and realize I have no more time
I got all the ideas needed for my next rhyme.

A poem to the Homewrecker

2009-06-14T19:58:00.000-07:00

I am his wife
I am the woman who stood by his side when he had to do time.
I wrote him letters of stories to keep him entertained while he was obtained.
I was and still am his spine without me he couldn’t stand straight and fine.
I am his best friend the one he leans on.
She says he is her dream man but a dream man is someone who stays by your side and chooses no one before you multiply of times.
I am the one who help shape him into the man he is today.
You are so lost beyond dismay.
I make him feel more of a man because I am a strong independent woman who can do for her family and not be supported by others, sorry life is not lived fairly.
I am more of a woman you could ever be.
I will never demean my man into something more then what he could be.
You pleasured him because I stopped as a form of punishment; he swears you were nothing more then just an accident, something like one of his achievement..
Because every time he calls you give him some tail
and whispers sweet nothing to make your heart swell, does not make you his belle.
You say he says he wants it to never end only because he wanted you to open your mouth what part do you not comprehend.
You say he laughs with you well my dear his cries for me.
Once he massages my inner walls it is as if he forgot you and all.
I am his destiny his love and my child serenity.
Something’s in life may not make sense to me
But the heavenly father above refuses to condone what was done to me.
You wish you was in my shoes where I have created stability and a family.
I live in the projects but I am allowed to call it my own not a room in a multi family domain.
What he did to you that dreamy night he learned from me, too bad he had to sneak for you guys to be.
He appreciates you because you cater to his needs he loves me because we cater to our needs.
How did it feel like to be a day in my shoes?
Of course you will not admit that it is the truth but this is just my silly view.
The sex is the best trust this I know he makes love to me beyond your pleasurable satisfaction.
He will never delight you the way he does his wife.
What he gave you is a sample of what he does to me his life.
I am his wife and together we shall forever continue through our daily strife.

Your right he is under a spell its a magical thing called love.
Sorry for the incongruity but it had to be said now I leave you with this as I lay next to my family in bed.

Secluded from the truth

2009-06-14T18:15:00.000-07:00

A MANS POINT OF VIEW
Why does she not recognize that I am who I am?
It is as if I am condemn
Condemn because I was born opposite than she
Lord please help her see!
I am just another personality
She needs to know that I am tired of this brutality
I won't deceive her
I want to prize her
It's more mental than physical
And like the poets of the 17th century I am metaphysical
I wish I could convince
And one day will be crowned prince
And she will see the genuine me
The man my mom raised me to be

False impressions of thyself

2009-06-14T10:10:00.000-07:00

Why hate someone in which you envy to be
Unconvinced of my emotions pulling me in multiple directions of his desirable notions of she
I inscribe poetry from thoughts beyond anyone’s understanding. I do not copy and paste other individual creative thoughts.
I am beyond a individual with separate emotions and originality.
Why must you contest me?
I write you write.
I post metaphoric pictures to tie in my verses and so do you. I done this since I was a youngling and now someone takes my inventive soul and tries to make it her own.
I fight back with my mental and not an emotional outrage of feelings in which I can not control.
A woman is of many things but, A strong woman fights back and does not conceal the truth behind bitterness and relations of others.
My maturity exceeds its expectations when it is necessary but at heart I am a child who needs tender love and understanding.
She insists that she thinks nothing of me but in reality she thinks the so much of me.
I am her remodel someone she want to be.
I am everything she wishes to be some what like, plus her own likes and dislikes of certain situations.
If I did not value my life or wished it away I would not have the many comings and goings of achievments.
I have achieved a great value for being such a young heart, although I am not famous or close to it I have climbed from great hardships beyond any ones awareness and opinions.
I live not only myself but for others, it is egotistical, to only think of only yourself. Why be so self-centered when the lord above created creatures of all beings to interact and do for one another.
I am a competitor of life and I chose to win not sit back and be repentant to things that should have been.
I shall be triumphant in so many phases of your jealous ways and each time will continue to prevail.

I know my flaws and can admit to them but she omits the fact that she herself is beyond faultless
Be yourself and not an image of a false impression.
He can see you are not being who you say to be that whay he chooses I.
I have been well versed and not you see this poetry thing comes easy to me.
No need to post things that do not belong to me

You be the judge

2009-06-13T19:57:00.000-07:00

I have been well versed and prepared on the world and how we speak of its name.
Is it the United States and it's support that we put all the blame.
Lil' Kim sentenced to a year and a day, for convictions for perjury and conspiracy,
At the same time as the evidence that lead to the death of one member in her entourage,
was deliberately with held by a police detective, what s wrong with Democracy.
A girl becomes a women based on what she has been through, A boy becomes a man based on how many girls he has ran through.
In today society a thug cries behind close doors, while a whore works a nine to five bent over on all fours. It is the same thug that sleeps with as many girls as he can,
The same man is constantly asked why? His response simply is because he's a man.
Why is it that when a child drops out of school they are looked down upon,
It is as if the parents are the first to get blame,
And therefore never given the chance to name.
And still no one cares to question the sex offender at the school whom seems to have
won..
Media influences and stimulates the mind, The mind of our youth, so parents I put pen to paper and tell you don't act as if you are blind.
You know as well as I that media effects our youth development,
So can't we come to an agreement?
And on this day we swing back and forth between dependence and independence. Today we sit and wait for a president to find an answer,
And still there is no cure for cancer.
This is just how the world turns around, but on days seems to never budge.
I write as I believe and I do think that you should be the judge.

Unexpected gift

2009-06-13T19:51:00.000-07:00

The moment I visualized you, soon after it became us

Your excessive emotions my heart could not endure

Your smile camouflaged the existence of what wold soon soon be

The careless whispers of the night soon came light during the day

An erotic feeling passed through my blood stream, into my heart, liberating my soul from any form of imagery

As the day lingers I imitate your touch

I have forsaken love through dialect and now learned to roam though emotional values

The feeling of loneliness evaporated once our lips interlocked

These cancerous feelings go unnoticed, only to open my eyes to better see the deceit love has in stored for me

I nonchalantly ignore the lies and treasure the good of it all

Love yet to me is a silly feeling only the intimate can forsaken

It is through your eyes I see what it can create

Through my womb I feel the movements to only now discover it's meanings beyond the careless whispers understandings.

She...

2009-06-13T19:48:00.001-07:00

i was left alone to think self sufficiently
i had feelings of eternal madness
i stand intimidated by love and its secretions
faded pictures i dare not remember
it is he who arms i flee to for shelter and recongition
I am yet to decipher the directions of actual good and evil
nightmares conquer my mind as I rest
No reassurance of me getting up the following day
the devil fills my heart with absurd memories
I wish to vanquish them for a while not forever because I dare not forget lessons learned from within
I am an intricate soul looking to be loved
love that creates boundries that even god can not tear down
but yet still my tears quench my cheeks
smile still upside down
my life portrays heart breaks and let downs
i tastefully display my love on a silver platter
only for it to be devoured and left empty with no appreciations
i customize my smile so every soul can believe that i am happy
yet behind clothes doors i am met by a seeker of souls
a blockade i wish to break down
services of the enlighten ones i want to find
help beyond anyones understandings
i pray to be saved.
for now all i have is a note pad and she
for she is scared of what lies behind the shadows of illusions.
can someone help her

Beyond Love

2009-06-13T19:19:00.000-07:00

How shall I increase my thoughts by the hour?
To reform LOVE is to change something with infinite power.
I positioned my heart in front of him only for it to be defaced with his graffiti of hate.
My thoughts are filled with so much clutter, silly me to think this was fate.
Reflections of my life intervene with my daily source of life.
Suggestions I take to reassure me that our existence is not merely a bunch of strife.
I am not one to exaggerate reality with dreams of what could be.
Unsecured I stand, do you not hear my sorrowful plea?
What is this thing we call LOVE?
Now a days it’s a word as any other.
Only LOVE I know is one of a mother.
I shall oversee my sensitivity and stay sightless of the treachery of affection.
2009 I strive for perfection.
How shall I decrease my thoughts by the hour?

Is love a over exaggerated emotion

or is it emo and a cliche to the existence of false feelings.

For he above

2009-06-13T19:00:00.000-07:00

Undetermined about life and its surrounding.
Hardly unable to distinguish reality from surreal.
Adapt to my resonsibilities as I step beyond perfection.
As I open my eyes I glaze upon the sun beyond the heavens,
Lord I pray for strength and ability to become more
My mind reacts stubbornly, it does as it wants
I can't control my thoughts of the infinite being
Thall escape forgetfullness and retiliate amongst ourselves

For he above shall be my salvation

Precious gift from above

2009-06-13T18:55:00.000-07:00

Serenity Tiara Davis
Only he above loves you as much as I So I write this poem praying to the sky

9 months I carried you

As you fluttered in me I already knew the everlasting love God has brought upon me

2 weeks late and still lord has not set you free

So many dreams and talk of what you might be

Your father and I sculpted what your look might be

No mater your look to us you would be the most precious thing

We will raise you to be the next independent beauty, something like a queen

Your beauty and presence shall be such a blessing

This thing I called life shall no longer have me stressing

I myself a daughter never knew what it was to be a mother

But yet I automatically know our love shall never be defiled July 3, 2007 11:45 pm there you are, the lord has smiled

Thank you lord for this blessing I called my child

Determined to find what was lost

2009-06-13T13:39:00.000-07:00

Silence of skies urging with eyes that know darkness.

Pitched shadows of dimmering souls.

Lovers lack due care, which soon mourn loves cost.

The emotion of Love Is a language in which two souls intertwine into a figment of your imagination and become feelings of ectasy?

Love can not just be spoken from the heart but from the Momentum of your eyes.

The sentiments between the two can not end unless there is a true begining.

To bid love spells of luring tales and scandlous lies.

Chasing it will only make it run past you and into the arms of someone else.

Self assurance;self worth,self respect.

Awakening voices of hope.

Fear makes your chances ever so bleak to have your happy ending by yourside.

You must fight for the true existance of what you accept as true

otherwise Love will just be something you imagined and not truly lived.

No title

2009-06-13T13:31:00.000-07:00

My Love can never be relevant to the disaster of forget fullness.
All in all the surface still dirty with the shit you misunderstood.
You formulated and created lies while half was the truth.
Ahhhhhh I scream hiding the pain behind the wall of my heart.
Number one girl you told me whereas I was none.
I want to live my life with little to no hardships.
Why am I so stupid to believe that love shall overcome the riots of emotions?
Tears fall down my face and I stumble thorough the ups and downs of life.
I despise yet still love and smile.
The smile that carries me through thick and thin.
Inside it burns with flames into the temper which at any moment will com bust.
Set me free, do not hold on.
Growst the closure of life love and hate

crush

2009-06-12T20:55:00.000-07:00

I'm dying with obsession and living with lust
Is there a word I could use to say I love you more than life itself?
Could we be the next Adam and Eve?
Of course you Adam and I Eve.
Its true love written in stone, and I written in your eyes.
Your touch saves me
Your voice soothes me.
Your look kills me.
Boy I have a crush on you.
You come to me at night and invade my dreams.
When you enter my dreams my adrenaline rushes to my body,
Theres nothing but anticipation for things to come.
I love your sensuous eyes, and your luscious lips.
You look so striking.
I try desperately to rationalize the feelings which I feel that is without meaining or purpose and later fades into hours of darkness.
I want to sample you and have a feeling of familiarity when we kiss.
I want to feel passion and desire when you hold me.
I want you
Crush

Yo soy Boricua, Pa' Que tu lo sepas!

2009-06-12T12:44:00.000-07:00

WHAT MAKES YOU A Puerto Rican?
Is it Chuletas "Can Can"
Arroz con Bacalao
Mofongo
Morcillas
Sancocho
Tostones de platano
No its For starters its about being a descendant of the Spaniards where my roots are deeply embedded
Or for the cold rain at night which el dios cries his tears which need to be sheded.
Each moment that passes that brings me back to the beautiful scenery of my town San Juan,
Knowing that I am a Boriqua I know that I already won.
Or is it the beauty of the beaches and the reggaton
My life journey has yet to even began.
I am Boriqua and this I refuse you to misconstrue
I can tell you so much but it is only in you.
A puerto rican acknowledges the african shadow of his taino soul and recognizes the oppression, devastationand damn near elimination.

A real boricua sees the ills and faults of his own people and understands that we all share the same community.

We teach our children not to represent ignorance and be tolerant of the mental ploys that have kept our tribe down for so long.
I never once felt as if I didn’t belong.

A real boricua keeps it real by recognizing the strength, loyalty and determination.
A boriqua gives much respect to their nation.

Being boricua is not about being down it`s about elevating yourself to what our people were before we were attacked, raped and before we were robbed of our native tongue, and our culture. Don’t fall down to those nasty and naive vultures.I'm all of the above,I worship Dios and pray to the (Virgen),(Todos) they put us down because we are brown,Y no nos dejan en pas,They say we should stay in the fields,Like all we do is piscar vegetables,but I say stand tall and mighty as if we are on a steeple.
Though we originate from Puerto Rico,Todavia somos Americans,No one can take our pride and soul away,
Yo soy Boricua, Pa' Que tu lo sepas!

By: Miss Puerto Rico title: Miss Elegante 2009 :)

Motherless

2009-06-11T19:02:00.000-07:00

I was born motherless
Many would think that a child like me would be heartless
I strive for more, But yet get fewer
I am twenty years young, and will amount to something
I grew in spirit but not in height
Despite the odds I will shine like the summers light
I stand short with my chin always up,
I walk through the shadows with my frown in a positive aspect
My life is something I want no one to expect
Anaisha will always retaliate
Retaliate on the wrong doings of the persons who held me last
I will never be a shadow lurking in the past
I will hold fast to dreams
Before they pry
Cause I will be who I am until I die

Until I speak

2009-06-11T18:56:00.000-07:00

Why am I so emotionally unavailable?
I constantly show affection through my eyes.
I stimulate my soul through another’s perspective.
When through my own I see nothing but a toxic environment.
I feel as if I am a new born baby, lost and confused
I try to say what hasn’t been said but has written on paper.
My soft voice I love to speak, exposing myself to others.
I stand insecure and emotionally anxious.
Please I beg to others not to chastise my feelings which I feel.
Yes I stand in mystification of whether I am to be loved.
Nightly I dream to be adored .
But daily wake up lonesome.
Again I ask why I am so emotionally unavailable.

The Intruder

2009-06-10T20:03:00.000-07:00

As if she didn't know she was rummaging with someone’s life by her actions. Existence of mistakes only creates resentment of things that should have been done. I feel as if someone watches my every move plotting on what belongs to me. I am the protector of the unanticipated feelings of conspiracy of love. Love is a torment of the mind, A tempest undying. How strong does my passion flow,Divided equally between us two? In a night, or in a day,In a vision, or in none, does she not realize her love is long gone. It is all a dream within a dream, an illusion of once could have been seen. He in reality is nothing more than a absent lover but to her he is the designed for she. Her foolish heart so foolish for her own good, little does she know she will never be where she thought his heart once stood. In the end he is mine, through floods or fire I will always be the one he designed.

Metaphorical Impostor

2009-06-09T19:30:00.000-07:00

As I glaze in the mirror the face which returns the look has unchanged.
My skin so fair and ivory, I mimic an image of perfection
Am I beautiful or am I asking a rhetorical question.
I question if it’s a dream or a beautiful nightmare?
Does she not know looks can not be achieved through imitation?
My feelings are surely unfathomable
I informed her that expensive non essentials only lead to misfortune
She is an unwelcome intruder
An undesirable third party in whom she needs to move on and forget
Does she not know sexual gratification depends on such suffering?
If it isn’t love its just sexual pleasures
This youthful soul only brings upon destructive tendencies inward or upon herself.

She only fustrates herself with competition

In the end who loses?

FuStRaTiOn

2009-06-08T21:31:00.000-07:00

Imaginative;

revelation;

tribulation;

contemplative;

It matters not the length of time for indeed I am sure to die

Eternal focus on perfection

Harmony or a piercing scream

Should I have died 5 different times?

I once had a face all white and pure

At night I scream yet no one hears me

I cry salty painful tears yet no one sees me

My tears drench my skin

I'm free through poetry

Pen is my best friend

Uneasiness of speaking the problem of love and hate

It does not lie on so much of who but more so why

Sun goes up moon comes down

The fustration begins as the day reinvites itself

Circle, round and round it goes

Fustration on the love I gave thee