Martas poems

S o now, even as the chilly winds of sadness wrap their arms around me and my soul grows cold, I know beyond a doubt I shall endure this night. I know how to swim the rapids: I drift and I drift until the raging stops, and the still waters shall reflect my resurrected smile the misty clouds, the white-capped hills and the shining grass atop the dusty earth. If I should meet you then, after the rapids, do not mistake my heightened heartbeat with anticipation, or think I could fall in love with... Sign in to see full entry.

Y ou come to me out of my dreams like a far away glare from an inner light... A temptation, old and new that leaves in my lips a taste I never knew You are the identical rose which is different growing in a garden that has no doors and it does not matter if your hair is black as night yellow as a cozy fire's light, or white like the clouds in that sky so blue... it does not matter because it is you, You are laughter and tears, and solely responsible for the crazy beats of this silly heart of... Sign in to see full entry.

I sit by my window looking through the colored glass into the strength of a storm. I relish the angry rain, that bravely leaves its cloudy home admiring the lightning bolts that boldly make the dark sky bright and the thunder, that loyally follow them always echoing their light. A symphony for the senses, wet, loud, intense, full of life. I let my mind and soul fill with the sensations, the fright, of the angry pounding rain I watch it while it lasts I become entranced by it for it seems to... Sign in to see full entry.

Tell me, when the sun rises and soft colors displace the darkness of night, when light invades all, slowly filling the void that her absence had caused, do you forget that the stars are still there, just beyond that light and that they are shinning like before, like always, just as bright? And when the storm rages, and the rain writes mysterious messages on your window's glass, when thunder and lightning rush through your room hastening the beat of your heart, Do you forget that the sun is still... Sign in to see full entry.

There are clouds that softly rain upon the parched earth gently and swiftly satiating its thirst, fulfilling a need; they are welcome and sought.... like love Then there are others that spin into storms and they destroy and they kill instead of giving they take... like hate There are loves that softly come to us gentle and sweet without fanfare or fuss fulfilling a need; they are welcome and sought... as is the rain but like the clouds that spin stirred by a fast and evil wind some loves can... Sign in to see full entry.

T he light of the moon does not shine through my window in the middle of the lonely night and the stars have lost their shine for I don't want to wish upon their soothing light, At dawn the sun comes up without colors, and the sea looks gray and sad; my heart has noticed your absence, my whole body aches for your heart, so in the west, when the day is dying the sun will have to go off without my goodbye and no hues of mauve and amethyst will color his parting sky. Sign in to see full entry.

R emember when we thought we were in paradise, you and I, where virgin sands and clean blue skies connected with crystal waters, as though it were a vivid magic dream, a place untouched by life's imbalances, when our hearts sang and shouted out melodies unknown to dark and dusty memories, when life smiled through our wet lips whispering sweet words and fragile promises which hovered in the wind a while and then spiraled out of sight, and mind, and reach. We did not hold ourselves to yesterday's... Sign in to see full entry.

S ometimes... the stars align at a place and a time in which things that are magical can be... not often, but sometimes, we meet another at that precise moment and we click... and its just wonderful for it feels simple and natural and so very sweet, and we get close to that person, feeling when we are with them comfortable in our own skin as if they brought the best out in us, as if we were complete. What a miracle that is... what a gift and we should enjoy every last bit of the time we are... Sign in to see full entry.

Giant figures in the sky moving around in the wind, changing shapes forged in my dreams coming to life in the light of a sun that beats down hard on the sea and on the sand. Many look at them but none see the meaning that they hold for me, and with time passing the story unfolds, right up there in plain view of all Sweet flower gardens turn to fields of dust, and where cherubs stood, toy soldiers are now standing, straight and tall, slowly disintegratinginto the sunset rust. War intrudes into my... Sign in to see full entry.

Some loves sink their roots into a heart in there tying a knot… ever so tight, shutting out all light, making it impossible to see clearly enough to brake it apart, and though we try and try to undo that knot that hurts so much, it is so firmly tied, so deeply it grabs, that sometimes we fear when we die it will still be there tied … ever so tight. We waste our time, pulling and scraping at the unholy knot, twisting it down,… twisting it up but unbelievably, all the while it has in us its hold f... Sign in to see full entry.

I open my eyes and allow my mind to fill with the softness and harshness of all that there is capturing the beauty of the simplest things... so easily, so simply as if all I had to do to see their shine were to breathe deeply, its time... Sign in to see full entry.

Is there anything more haunting than the far away sound of thunder filling one's heart with fear and longing... When it happens, if I'm writing, my pen just runs away from the ideas that in my head had been stirring and with a life of its own, to the rhythm of that rumbling, it starts to write about lost dreams, hurtful hidden feelings and sad memories I thought long forgotten When the far sound of thunder announces incoming rain, all those unpleasant things run out from inside my soul flooding... Sign in to see full entry.

There is a star a yellow, beautiful shinning star, that shines alone in moonless nights It guides my soul through winding paths, through all the twists and turns I have to make and all the scary places I must pass tittering on the edges so sharp of abysms deep and dark; It keeps me safe. It is my star. Sometimes it shines to the left sometimes to the right, weaving through all the things that cannot be. I drench my thoughts in its light, while my future calls to me from distant shores I cannot... Sign in to see full entry.

H er name was Jane, or perhaps that was her name only after it got late, after the sun had set and with it taken all her dreams. When it got dark she would surrender to her fate walking the sidewalks through the silent screams of the hundreds that like her had no other place to be. She walked the streets...did anyone see? Her name was Jane, she walked in the rain not caring what her heart was for, lost among those children of a better world that did not look at her and called her whore. Her step... Sign in to see full entry.

Her life she gave to others and forgot to become the woman that as a girl she dreamed she would be. Days passed fast and busy, leaving her heart numb. and like the waves that run their course in the sea looking, searching for the shore that will give them what they seek, she followed her path routinely, raising children, always giving forgetting to take the time she needed for dreaming. First there were little babies, wet, hungry and cute, the house, the dog, the husband, all needed her so,... Sign in to see full entry.

W hat dreams may come on nights when we await the sun, so tired, so awake, remembering smiles, recalling mistakes, when memories we thought had long been gone return to haunt and make us pay for the arrogance of thinking we could put them away. What dreams may come when on a lonely bed we lay and we close our eyes reluctant to admit we are scared, knowing we are powerless, but still afraid to pray, realizing we are nothing and yet feeling we are there, pons of destiny, without a will, without a... Sign in to see full entry.

A wrinkled paper she found that still smelled like him, tucked under the window seat in the drawing room. Vivid color strokes traced around a gray sketch of a female form. A soft silhouette of an image torn from the middle of a dream long gone. She tried to remember... Memories from past afternoons rushed into her mind as if suddenly she could ignore the passage of time and she saw herself, sitting by the window pane, very still, not moving at all her eyes wondering through the glass her breath... Sign in to see full entry.

I t thunders... and my soul gets thrown once more into a world long gone, a world of hopes crushed where dreams usually died before being born, a place of dark gray skies and clouds that raced always away pushed by a wind that knew could never stay, a world of cold tears in warm afternoons, of thinking memories had gone away, only to feel them come back again strong and vivid... to mercilessly play with my mind and make me feel in an instant of agony the eternity of time I walk under the... Sign in to see full entry.

I can remember when summer lasted for ever... We built castles in the sand, went camping in the woods and the long days filled with fun seemed to crawl slowly to their end under a smiling sun. Sweet memories of running barefoot in the grass, beautiful wild flowers watching us pass while swaying in the fragrant humid breeze, framing with their vivid colors the intensity of that clumsy first kiss. Rainy afternoons spent just talking away or lazily napping in the shack by the lake. We were so... Sign in to see full entry.

I walk... alone through the whispering forest. admiring the lucious green trees... so tall, so happy, swaying in the Spring breeze, their branches striving to touch the sky so blue. And I find myself wishing I could fly, fly away somewhere within that turquoise sky where I could make myself over to be anyone but me, somewhere I could feel free, free of the memories that haunt me and steal my sleep. I walk through the trees and try not to feel, but feelings rush in out of nowhere... invading my... Sign in to see full entry.