Martas poems

If you look at her, sitting there and smiling there is no way you can tell that inside, she is crying but she is, and yes, she smiles, trying to hide the tears that from her heart flow as everything in her life seems to have sped up just when she would like have liked it all to go slow There is another... and it is harder to be all alone next to him and so many others all around that though they appear to care is just for themselves they do, not for her There is no one to talk to no one wants to... Sign in to see full entry.

A lways waiting for tomorrow but tomorrow never comes, so it's today she must live on, but when today comes its gone leaving no remembrance of suffering in her incomprehensible world, no happy revelations to smile for, no flashes of sudden recall, nothing that would dazzle her in awe... just a vague recollection that fills her mind with dread, a strange nostalgic feeling for things that are no more, but were... things that existed some place, somehow, somewhere... her soul always afraid of what... Sign in to see full entry.

What if we were to go, you and I to where virgin sands and clean blue skies connect with crystal waters like a vivid magic dream, a place untouched by life's imbalances where our hearts could sing and shout out melodies unknown to dark and dusty memories, where life would smile through our wet lips whispering sweet words and fragile promises which would hover in the wind a while and them spiral out of sight, and mind, and reach. We would not hold ourselves there to yesterday's gifts of glad or... Sign in to see full entry.

I t rains and I look for what is missing in this heart of mine, walking by the shore, where all memories are imperviously edged by the hands of time. There is no one else on the beach, just me walking among the dream like shapes raindrops draw on the sand as the waves sensually kiss my feet. How wonderful this heavenly bath feels, cool and awakening, embracing and sweet. The wetness that surrounds all has no beginning, no end, there is no rain, no ocean, no wind... it all combines in a surreal... Sign in to see full entry.

What does she have but words to give him, words that even at their best can not express feelings that not even to her soul she dares confess. How can she tell him that she wants him, all of him, but has nothing but her words to trade. that she would love to love him like no other has loved him, with all her heart and soul, all day without shame... with pride... in the morning light and then at night just laying there by his side, watching him sleep, jelaous of the dreams that put such a sweet... Sign in to see full entry.

Fingers of light drawing on my skies filling with color the new born night they make everything so beautiful... and as their work softly fades darkness, my trusted friend, comes my way all dressed up in many points of light. I welcome him into my bed making love to him under the light of his stars those far away stars that shine so bright..., then, still laying within him I try to imagine your warm touch and my imagination takes off going on a journey that leaves the dark behind, a flight to a... Sign in to see full entry.

A rock sat by a river under the shadow of a magnificent tree. Its rough, dull surface contrasted with the luscious foliage, green and brilliant, of the forest that surrounded it. Humble but unique in its dark silence, it rose from the grass that covered the floor and its ugliness was highlighted by the beauty of the delicate flowers that to the song of the birds danced in the wind. The coolness of the autumn rains did not bother it and neither did the heat of the Summer sun She sat there useless... Sign in to see full entry.

I look out my window and I see sun-kissed clouds framing the sea, a sea pale and blue, calm, serene, patiently awaiting darkness to descend on it again but I am not afraid, for I know that no matter how dark it gets or how much sand the incoming tide with it takes, there would still be stars to illuminate what remains and to their light I will sit there and write, bathed in the first waves of the night feeling the wet, warm sand slip trough my feet maybe its destiny to meet as I await mine... by... Sign in to see full entry.

When I feel empty, frozen in place and no words come to my pen, I hurry down to the beach and braking out of my barren mind I run, trying so hard the shore to reach, the edge of that ocean that calls to me. as it always has, with its calming hush, like a kindred soul... a lover's voice telling me to pour my sadness into his. I walk up and down that sparkling shore that the last sun rays dress with silver bits and the sultry smell of that mighty sea drenches my spirit and sets it free. Free to... Sign in to see full entry.

Up in the infinite summer sky a paper moon glows soft and bright its transparent brilliance obscured somewhat by the burning fire of the heat drenched night, and though it hides behind clouds she's dressed in silver haze, there is a unique beauty to its shine, an ethereal allure impervious of time. Below, in the forest, where myriads of trees bask in her translucent light appearing bluish and phantasmal, a lone wolf roams his transformed home turf, his stride subconsciously keeping the rhythm of... Sign in to see full entry.

Have you seen how the raindrops cling to the moist leaves after the storm has passed? Its almost as if they were afraid of the awaiting grass... As if they knew they would be no more once they fell. Maybe their melting into the ground below, though their destiny, is their hell. Have you felt when you are with who you feel is your love that you must cling to them for ever more? Almost as if you were afraid that if they left, if they broke free of your embrace there would be for you no place no... Sign in to see full entry.

She could not love him She was like an old tree that is seen too much and does not want to live a fruitless tree with no life to give that is just waiting for the hatchet to set it free He... he was like a happy stream that with the ocean dreams not knowing that sweet spring water turns bitter in the sea. Though love is usually simple, it was not for these two for Love is greedy too, and she knew... she knew it could fill his sails but like the wind...on a whim, it could also turn them to shreds... Sign in to see full entry.

T onight, by the flickering life of a candle, she can feel the emptiness enveloping her, invading the very core of her being. Maddening thoughts arising from some dark corner of the soul rarely touched unleash terror her mind cannot understand. All that she knows is torn apart in the realization that every dream is an illusion... all she is meant to be will never come to pass, life is what it is, and though the woman that stares back at her from the mirror seems young still... full of life, she... Sign in to see full entry.

All is dark all is quiet the hour is late and I should be tired but strangely enough I feel excited. Darkness fuels my mind's desire to wonder free amongst the ghosts of things that were and are no more, things now lost. So with eyes closed I walkup and down the curling stairs trying to sense where spirits dwell, knowing I am nowhere near heaven and perhaps too close to hell, The window that adorns the stairs' side wall, running along its entire length, features scenes of darkened skies filled... Sign in to see full entry.

The wind pushes things around as it plays shaking the trees that glisten in the muted light of a tired sun that prefers to hide... and I, I also choose to stay indoors contemplating the gray clouds that all kind of shapes form and offer them as presents to their beloved sea and perhaps also to me, for they know that though I smile when I think of what has been been without you I am sad, so sad, deep within. Sign in to see full entry.

She could not forget him. She never understood why. Perhaps it was because she had loved him from afar as from a bedroom window one loves and is hypnotized by the forbidden star that appears the farthest in one's sky the one that shines the brightest; or maybe because like that star he was always there...night after night, strolling the corridors of her mind, dream after dream keeping her safe, quieting her screams, and she could always count on his sweet light. Whatever it was... though their... Sign in to see full entry.

Y ou are always with me like a perfume floating in the wind sometimes strong... others just a hint... and when life gets to be too much, when everything apears sad and dark, I whisper your name over and over again coaxing your image into my heart for I know you are all I trust and in the middle of life's rush the only thing that can help my pain is the memory of your touch. Sign in to see full entry.

T here is no mystery in the flight of the smoke that climbs so high among the clouds filling with doom the vivid blue of the sky that so reminds me of you, or in the fact that my heart bleeds as if cut with a knife whenever hope leaves. But, there is mystery in life... in what makes us want more and keeps us trying to thrive There is mystery in what helps us forget the thunder's roar when we see a bird over the rainbow fly and suddenly disappear into a rain torn sky I, that have sat by the sea... Sign in to see full entry.

Some early mornings… I dream you while walking under dying stars,… your feet are covered with sand, moist with dew. I hear the murmur of the sea as you come near, so near I can see the empty half of you and know I belong there, I reach to touch your heart and instead I find an echo the echo of the dreams that I forgot when I buried my wings so long ago to become the soil where another's dreams could grow. Oh I would love to travel to your shadows through the shores of eternal time... but its too... Sign in to see full entry.

I know you... I feel you in the warmth of the sun that softly touches my skin as a walk by the sea and the thought of you, sweetens my tears, You come to me in the wind that smells of far away places and pushes the waves to kiss the sand and in that water and in its salt, As I walk I feel that I have been since the beginning of time always incomplete, and you have existed somewhere in my mind, deep within my being, a sweet shadow cornered in silence, an ethereal presence, the other half of my... Sign in to see full entry.