ladyambar
female - 32 years, San Juan, Puerto Rico
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Blog messages with the tag 'dark':
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Poem - Porcelain Geisha (Views before Me – 1)
Slowly, gently I poured a cup of wine
While I start to dress in a manner long forgotten
Through time, expressive hands surround my frame
Softly my needs put aside while it turns white my façade
Lovely lotus guide my tips, whose only purpose is to me
Fine pencil trace my red lips, up the secret smile, you see
My mirror image must have told you, how hard I’ve been
Implacable lily whose only purpose is to win
Neutral color don’t favor the veiled shine in my sight
The heat pours over me in a sensual way, revealing me
I’m the daughter of the sexual high
Divine believes that destiny awaits at your door, child
You must dress, paint, deceive, and dance away
While your master summon you.
Slowly, gently pour a cup of wine
And start undressing me in a manner long forgotten
Whilst I draw you all the views before me
Deliberate initiate to split the mask that borne me. -
Poem - Nobody Lingers Here (I still love you)
Sometimes to disperse the meanings
Of our beloved past times, we must forget
What it means to us being part of it, believe in them
Sometimes to erase their definitions
We make ourselves such a mess, with retributions.
I guess some tears escape from my captivity
Caging all emotions and delusions, I really don’t care
Still fooling myself of being me, so I cried and read
Lovely words that came from your mouth, my love
We make ourselves such a mess, with retributions.
The thought of the path that I must follow, those hollow
Steps that will always accompany me in this sorrow
Why I must persist in mutilating myself with this beating
Heart? This situation called desperate thinking, meditation
We make ourselves such a mess, with retributions.
I still reach, with trembling hands, the mirror image
The softest sad smile that greeted me every morning
Lost in thought, still waiting in the night, like child with fears
Alone in my voice, confused images crossed my mind telling me
We make ourselves such a mess, with retributions.
If only I could say it, without recriminations,
without fear, filled with faith... -
Poem - Lets go to the sugary tree...
Don’t lend me a hand to follow my dreams
I’m supposed to lead them inside of us
Never to force the legion of ink
That every morning is poured into my being
Let’s go to the sugary tree
Where fairies are granted their translucent wings
Tonight I don’t hear confessions, so value me
Love don’t be a stranger, walk on by
Making excuses of why you should, who I done…
In this existence I am still trembling
‘Cause the touch of your shy lips, ah!
Then I run away in silence
Searching for a trail, so I can find my forgotten dreams
At half-light in the morrow, I am weary
Never force my legion of ink that weep
I’m just spreading my sight today
Don’t lend me a smile, if I forgot to see
And still eluding that missing sleep
I’m supposed, I must do…
But I’ve done nothing
Let’s go to the sugary tree
Where fairies are granted their translucent wings
I still cry when I see them set free
- Whisper - Oh, how I miss thee… -
Full Of Fire (Lies) - Unedited
Beautiful words shatter in your embrace
Never understand how loneliness can drive insane
So natures took its course and arrive at end of my love
Don’t touch me, it could burn me
Abruptly yesterday I dreamed how love is full of fire
But everything has meaning and this is how I tell you
I know your lie; listen to the sound of my silence
Around us the wind picked up our senses and dance
Remembering how all this started and roads are still unopened
I drink all your words and you start the game taking my hand
So false the air, but I felt like I were breathing, all you gave me
Your love filled my skin and still swoon over your voice
With you I felt lonelier than with myself, I imagined that all was made of dreams
Something screams at me that understanding was dawning at last
Love it is a gift given freely to someone
Time pass on and I can tell that when you entered in my life
All stopped and go without haste, part of me still wait for the knock
Memories get lost so I can make sense of this conversation
Now I’m not afraid to shatter the fantasy; I have nothing left to say
Just to write poetry that still remembers when I saw you arrive
The waiting can torture any soul, only if you understand it
To know if I kill it, you knife it or just die on its own
My love without conditions and still don’t know what I’m doing here.
Leave my hand and go, translate my definitions and see the truth…
…Why I’m still here with you?
