I lost my lover some years ago
I don’t know how I lost him
I simply just know.
I might have lost him at sea
Or from the mountains
I might have lost him to music
Or art perhaps
I might have lost him through time
Or perhaps hindered by distance.
I’ve never met my lover
Fate wasn’t as kind to us
I know I lost him in some way
I just hope it was not from someone else.
For those who have followed this blog since…well since, I’ve finally changed the name! It took a while and I didn’t even want to change it at first. I had to though since I won’t be able to post everyday anymore.
Honestly, it felt weird at first that I wasn’t posting here daily. It still feels weird at times.
Back to the blog name. I know the new blog name is a little long. I feel, however, that it’s just right since apart from poems, I do tend to post some prose and some other knick knacks.
Hope you continue to support this blog that’s been going on for 6 years and 4 months now.
See you on the blogsphere!
He defeated me
Pull down all my defenses
Left me wondering how it happened
Surprised me with all unexpectedness
If there is such a word.
I pulled all the tricks up my sleeve
He smiled through all of it
As if it was a walk in the park.
Brick by brick he tore my walls down
But still made me feel safe
He conquered all the hurdles
And appeared unharmed
Despite his hands bleeding just to get through to me.
Hold me like holding the stars in the palm of your hands.
Let me trickle down your arms.
And gaze at me like you gaze at the night sky.
Let me lie in your arms like the sun sets at the end of each day.
Love me like tomorrow will never come.
I live in a country were pale skin is considered pretty
Which is an irony
Because most people are brown, bronze, dark, or colored
They look at me with envy
And say I’m lucky…
Only because I’m pale, that they think me a beauty.
Almost everyone here wants snow white skin
While I think “morenos” or “morenas” are beautiful
But I don’t try to change my skin color
Unlike most I see around me
If beauty is just skin deep
Then I don’t want to be considered beautiful
I’d rather be seen as pretty because of my dry wit and sarcasm
Because of my intelligence and quirkiness
I’ll shed this pale white skin
And be a different kind of beauty
With every strand of hair I have on my head
With every blink of my eyes
With every subtle smile and silent laugh
With every sunrise and moonrise
With everything in me
That’s how it was
That’s how I loved him
And I could have loved you in so many ways
I would have loved you truly
And all I’d ever ask in return
Is for you to do the same
Yes, not for love
But to love.
To what it feels when someone sees your goodness
And hugs you through your bad moods
To laughters and talks about life
To silence and tears
Addicted to love and for what love brings
Is there anyone special that holds your heart?
Do you have your eyes set on someone you think is “it”?
Are you attracted or in love?
Is there a one and only?
Or your only one?
How would you know if that person is indeed “the one”?
And still sometimes, just out of the blue
I write a poem just for you