A cold breeze crossed my face as I walked.  I took in the refreshing frigid air into my lungs and  stopped to stare at the splendor of the snow-covered world that surrounds me. It’s quiet within  the stark whiteness of the fresh fallen snow in the forest of my winter wonderland. It called me, beckoning me to venture out into it’s frosty wasteland.   I walk further out  through the crisp snow greeted by  animals playing happily and  birds flying high in the blue grey sky.    I march absently f

Foto hecha en La Playa de Las Canteras de Las Palmas de Gran Canaria la tarde del día 7 de julio de 2013. Modelo: Belén Olivares del Rosario. Mujer rubia mirando a cámra y sonriendo. Modelo: Belén Olivares del Rosario.

 The Black mushroom cloud  Filling up my Blue Sky You blew in like the acid wind, Disrupting my system Sending shockwaves   Through my live in a haze You brought fire and heat  To my inner peace Brown eyes, smoldering my desires  flash burned my need Your toxic touch scorched  Bore holes in my soul  Keloid my opened wounds Yet I wasn't aware, or just didn't care My heart didn't recognize the poison Seeping into my organs Proliferated in your lies  My inner bleeding unseen You'd b

Artist Svenja jödicke The painter dashed from his bed and grabbed his brushes.  Obsessed, he painted  madly as the orange sun crested the morning sky. Paint spilled while brushes flew against the blank canvas with grace and speed as the master painter created an image from his memory. He had to work fast or his vision would fade. Desperately he worked trying to recapture the image of the woman in his dreams.  She came to him every night, whispering her undying love and each morning before he w

Here I am again waiting Watching the wind blow the sands I’m waiting…… to change these opinions To be moved by you… waiting I’m ready to let go of my inhibitions My fears and… my perception Of what I thought I knew I’m ready to turn Like the blowing of the sand Turn…… to what is possible I’m ready to let go of my fears To seek purpose in this life of tears Was I  made to live in a world That wasn’t always meant for good That wasn’t always meant to be cruel I’m here for greater thi

Foto hecha el 24 de mayo de 2009 en Las Palmas, Gran Canaria. Modelo: Belén Olivares del Rosario.

It can be beautiful and fabulous Ugly and tragic trying to keep the walls From falling down When you feel sad, alone and lonely You think love is only meant for some  I ’m be that rock you can cry on The one that keeps the walls  at bay   It’s okay if you want to play Asking strangers to your bed I’ll be there, your conscious in sin When the world comes crashing down When the alcohol runs out And drugs can no longer   dull the pain I’ll be there to bring it home The one that keeps the secrets

NaPoWriMo, or National Poetry Writing Month, is an annual project in which participating poets attempt to write a poem a day for the month of April. NaPoWriMo, founded in 2003, when poet Maureen Thorson decided to take up the challenge. She modeled this  after NaNoWriMo, or National Novel Writing Month. Ms. Thorson has challenged other  poets, like herself,  to join in on the fun. And since it exists, the participants in NaPoWriMo  have grown every year, and many writers’ organizations, local, n

A strong spring breeze Flutters  white curtains of an open window rays of a noonday sun brighten the room with a raspberry hue Saturating it in honeysuckle scent Read and discarded  Sunday’s paper scatters across the wooden floor Suddenly a page takes flight, gracefully falling Contrary with the  soft sounds of smooth jazz Soiled dishes  cold coffee Silent flashes of cellphones waits on the nightstand abandon Beside an unmade bed In delighted bliss   prone on the littered floor a bead of sweat r

 The place was crowded as glasses tinkled With the noise of dialogue that muffled in my ears Smoke streamed in waves as he walked out on stage I looked, he stared, this man of jive smiled As he rigmarole among empty chairs To place his tackle, he removed his instrument A black beauty she was long and sleek Licking her up, all warm and tender He kept his eyes on me An olde school player with his paraphernalia He took the mick with flimflam flair, Pulling their attention, hushing the cackle a

Slowly creeping through this world   unaware, changeless  To my surroundings Structurally dissimilar from you   Naïve In my wandering Not yet an adult I feed on plants You, a carnivore A caterpillar   Cradled in your warmth  Nourished with your love, I became a sessile, affixed to your Sensual base Kept Partaking only of you Your sex, my food  Supplying an appetite You matured, perverted Castoff Detached me  Released me Made me your fool When you left me  I started spinning A Pupa Inactive

I’m sad and lonely, my man ain't answering, and I'm kind of buzzed. Can’t lay around, got to get up and get down  Turning my sadness into a party Done crying, time to dance Until everything is alright within Called on my girls, all happy with their men, they ain’t got time for this party celebrating my  misery Called on my mother She didn’t comprehend, rejoicing Unhappiness and seclusion “Child you need a man” Done crying, time to dance Until everything is alright within This is m

The Chair   I held him against my beating heart, searching for his in the night. Dark eyes stared into mine, a slight curve of his lips, made me smile. His weight, heavy against me, felt comforting felt nice.  I kissed a face; both pale and sweet while a strong hand griped mine, draining what’s left of me. Steam rose, like a delicate flower, it opened, encircling us in eternal love where we laid spent on the bedroom floor. Thick and sticky, life pooled then cooled as Moonlight glisten off the

  Take it out on me What this world tried to steal of your manhood Take it out on my lips The pain of words often misunderstood Take it out on my neck with harsh kisses That sense of choking from life's debt Take it out on my breast with strong hands That feeling of loss when your dreams fell apart Take it out on my ass, spread wide For all the shit the world made you pay for Take it out in my garden, open freely For what this world has closed off to you Take it all out on me Release

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Title: Alas de metal Year: 2010 Size: 67 x 46 cm Medium: watercolors and color pencils Personal artwork