Martas poems

If I could touch you the way I want to touch you it would be like this.... Tracing your features with my lips, my hands, anxious to feel would discover the softness of your skin, traveling unencumbered towards the place they long to be... and I assure you my love that you would never forget the pleasure you would feel or the sweetness of my kiss... If I could touch you the way I want there is nothing, no one, that could take us apart, With your arms holding me close to your heart feeling mine... Sign in to see full entry.

Love knows no barriers, not even that of trust. It is like space, seemingly empty, seemingly weak, yet all things that move and live have their begining in it. I do not know its source, but I would not dare say no to it. I know that I would be blinded by it, yet I would see clearly. It would probably render me deaf, yet, I would be overwhelmed by the beauty of it's song, finding myself defenseless, open, gladly bound by freedom. Sign in to see full entry.

Today I read the poems we wrote so long ago. It was like opening the door of a room closed for a long time to find the scent of past dreams floating inside, I felt like if I were setting back the hands of a magic clock. bewitched by fate to mark only the hours I forgot and It was sad... sad like the reflection of a star in a well or that of a candle in a broken mirror. Our Love smiled when it was burning hot as if it didn't know that fire always ends up in ashes. Reading I felt again the bitter... Sign in to see full entry.

I am with you... thinking about you, sitting in your shadow, your silent shadow that like the reflection of the trees on the placid water of the river trembles with the motion of the wind. With my head resting on your lap I stare at the sky trying not to think of tomorrows, hoping that if a tear escapes my eyes and I sigh you'll think that I am just watching a beautiful bird pass by Behind your gentle face I can see the sunset framing you with its vibrant colors, the perfectly woven tapestry of... Sign in to see full entry.

H e was the bridge between what was and what is and in her mind, in her dreams, he became the reason to fight and to win. Impossible feelings to explain, words fail, images fade, and all that remains is a very faint trail that leads from the place where it all once began, to the sad realization that nothing ever lasts. Sign in to see full entry.

I don't remember the place we were at or the time it was when you left me there but I do remember I thought then our love would last till the end of time. I don't know why I felt you were so mine, or why when everything seemed so fine, in an instant, it all fell apart. I know it was raining hard, ashard as it rains today. and I do recall I was crying... that as you dried my face with your hand you said I was sweet. you looked into my eyes, kissed me on the cheek and walked away without looking... Sign in to see full entry.

The moon is smiling among the sky's many stars., a sliver of a smile, not too bright, just enough to warm and soothe my heart on this cold and gorgeous Miami winter's night and I wish you were here, with me, for it is as if sitting here in the lanai I were inside a magnificent painting, a work of art. The perfume of the flowering roses nearby combines with that of the different herbs bushes that line the edge of the garden as it curbs surrounding the house, permeating the air with a sweet and... Sign in to see full entry.

Live dream by dream and dream day by day... If others scare you or hold you back, remember there is no need to run or scream, not as long as you can dream, for only a dream can make things right make what's small great, and greatness you will never regret... but be careful, becoming a queen or king one can become a slave and loneliness is the prize one gets when wanting glory one forgets that some little things are more important than fame. and there are those who selfishly like to play with... Sign in to see full entry.

It was not love... it was something else, but if we are to believe what people said, I sinned by offering to you water that could have never satiated your thirst. It was not love, it was not that which churns in ones blood like a burning fire... it was more like something that's been always there that we find by chance... and lose again but it stays somehow... somewhere, like an almost imperceptible pain... It was not love... no passionate force shook our souls. rather, It was like a slight... Sign in to see full entry.

Yesterday's raging fire is today's ashes. To try to revive it is as futile as trying to stop time at that special moment when our heart thrived and we were so happy, so in love, Sad as it is... there is nothing in those ashes that can ignite. Our passion burned off, all our dreams, like smoke, floated away in the night and even though the love itself is still there all around, in memories that will not die... it does not matter... just as it does not matter if the tree branches bloom after we... Sign in to see full entry.

I s there anything more haunting than far away drumming thunder filling our heart with fear... with longing...? When I hear it, if I am writing, my pen just runs away from the ideas that in my head had been stirring for so long and with a life of its own, to the rhythm of that thunder, so forbidding, it starts to write about my lost dreams, about the feelings I've hidden, about all those sad, tender things that with the far sound of thunder announcing incoming rain, run, as if scared out from my... Sign in to see full entry.

I am not ready yet... but when its my time to go, on a star filled night I will never see, I will close my eyes for ever and the sad tides of an ocean I will no longer feel will come in and out without touching me. Others will sing what I sang when the clouds ran dressed in soft pastels to meet the setting sun and I kissed eager lips just for fun Dust will gather inside the empty glass with which I toasted dreams and celebrated the past when its my time to go, and in winter afternoons, like this... Sign in to see full entry.

I close my eyes Alone in the dark time does not exist Nothing is real in this magical ambiance that is, but shouldn't be Only I am here, only me and this dream and my heart beating slowly... refuses to believe that everything is so perfect the moon, the stars, the snow covered trees A sweet fragrant breeze seems to touch all of me and as it does I know there is nothing to fear so I let go of my heart and the melody that in the silence I hear softly drenches my soul until I am nothing and I am... Sign in to see full entry.

The day is over, the night begins... and the stars group together in the transparent dark as if they were discussing the beauty of a blue moon that shines round and magnificent, queen of the sky, bathing everything below her in silvery light. A bird rehearses a new song perched on a snow covered tree and I don't dare move, afraid of upsetting the perfect world before me. Sometimes, when we find beauty we are afraid to breathe and living falls second to our need to dream Sign in to see full entry.

The moon is almost full The year is all but over The waves rush the shore where I stand wetting my feet and the sand making the ground under me slightly shift and as my feet sink into the remains of centuries ago I fall, but my body does not stop the tide's flow instead the waters around me go as far as they can go, trying to kiss the rock that from the bottom of the beach's soul grows and there stands, now as it always has as it always will, like a judge presiding over the whole show. The water... 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.

Come... lets try and find the place where life is always beginning, where nothing is ever fully born or ever fully dies, Once gazed upon it blinds, then gives true sight; it makes the eyes see the real beauty of the world. It shines light on the true nature of all things, both seen and unseen. It awakens real love, and though it does not remove the mystery of life, it brings total clarity to minds once lost in the fog of being. It is greater than destiny and it is where we belong, what we are.... Sign in to see full entry.

For all its beauty, its grandeur, its vastness and finite stretches of self invented time; for all its knowledge, its experience, its varieties of sorrow and its occasional joys; for all its gods and devils, demons and saints, its well thought out schemes of death overcome... the journey of the mind is but a fabulous dream, a brief ripple on the shallow waters of our lives. Sign in to see full entry.

If I could... If I could with my lips errase the sadness in your eyes and hold you and love you and fill your every need... if it could be, that my hands could touch yours and all pain would dissapear. and I could make every fiber of your being scream soft, primal screams of fulfilled dreams... if with my fingers I could smooth those lines that worry leaves in that forehead I long to kiss, and place with my body smiles in those sweet and sensual lips. If I could... I would take away the weight... Sign in to see full entry.

I ts dark and the air is cold......there is no breeze from the sea, the white sands await in vane of the waves the warm wet kiss, and she sits there on that sand by the edge of the sea dreaming, wanting... hoping... all the while her heart just aching for him. The dark noisy clouds that earlier made the afternoon seem so sad, led the way to a dark, starless night, that weighs heavyly on her heart A round full moon shines weakly behind a silver cover of clouds, not bright enough to light her way,... Sign in to see full entry.