The crystal clear blue looks like an inviting calm ocean,
or a heaven that is full of sweet treats,
been the Poseidon of the full devotion,
but it, in reality, is a rough tide that strongly beats.
I could see your storms and your Turner- paintings looking landscapes,
and I choose to see heaven instead of hell,
got trapped and did not know how to escape,
because the ambivalence turned into a cell.
Your eyes opened wide,
when you see me coming,
It was a blessed surprise,
when the hope was all gone
but the fun was still dancing.
Your smile goes from ear to ear,
as they said,
when you see me coming,
like a rising sun,
after a full night of dancing,
your energy renews and you are ready for another waltz.
Just your aura enlightens mine,
you coming to say hi, expands my grim
you make me funnier
you make me better
you make a bunny jumping around
ready to mate and make more bunnies
a happy bunny, a fun bunny
I love the person that you bring out of me,
I love the "me" I am with you.
I can melt in your arms,
I can let the music flow
and our skin glow
we are like love arms.
We are not fighting,
we are merging in peace,
we are flirting
with the rhythm and pace.
I can just let myself go, and breathe on you
breath your aroma,
and exhale in your soul,
like a free dove.
I crush on you in such a soft way
like a pillow that stops my neverending fall,
you show me the only way
and I follow because there is not other choice.
An I am free with you,
you are free with me,
we both crush and merge,
and make something beautiful out of it.
Half the year is gone,
in between smiles and tears,
Half the time I had to be better,
wasted on a bad apple smear.
It feels like waking up from a nightmare,
where I was fed ice cream here and there,
to keep me kinda happy as a blind mare,
but there was nothing more than abuse there.
I saw it as a princess dream at the beginning,
but it was tainted by trauma and evilness,
waking up with a smile because every day is a new beginning,
without a monster's cruelness.
A disturbed man can pass his troubled energy to others,
destroy their worlds and start ego wars,
but seeing you recovered and with a happy family,
2 year after your worst moments,
gives me hope that I will make it there too.
Your mental health was at it lowest
when you let the war of a man
bombard your land.
But spring came and flowers bloom
you work hard on getting peaceful inside and out
ins turbulent and rushing world
always at war and heavy workouts
to be back to the lord.
The peace that you have,
do not ever let it go,
for a man or a hive,
that peace, don't let it go.
Nothing is worth
as much as your peace.
It is not the hot and cold,
that is supposed to be good for your immune system,
it is not that you are just pure fool gold,
fake even until your teeth stem.
You shined the brightest in high of intoxication,
and then make toxic all the environments
when you were lower of lubrication,
begging people to not make judgements.
At the beginning…We are getting to know each other,
and day after day it’s getting better….
I want to get to know the best of you and
I want to help you through the things that are hard…
Some people are ephemeral,
or their will and/or their words.
They don't believe their statements are perennial
but toy with false premises and odds.
Your volatile being moved me like a leaf in the wind,
in a ferocious storm full of anger,
but you couldn't hide your mind
for any longer.
Once you show again your always-changing act,
like a magician putting on a charming show,
I had to run for the facts,
and starting living in the now.
Now I am happy with stability and peace,
being the queen of my own kingdom,
no more fighting to have the Ace
no more helldom.
in your volatile world of war.
Since I felt the joy of the eternal party that is NYC,
I have kept it in my mind and my soul.
The extraordinary minds and souls that walk your streets,
drive your roads and bike your sidewalks...
they are all part of me.
I am home in your embrace
and even more in summer,
remembering that June 29 when I arrived for the first time
to a sweaty and steamy Upper East side
matchbox-size apartment,
that unlocked the best years of my life.
I wish I could remember every detail because I can still smell the DD,
hear the ambulances and the salsa music.
You are my spring, just letting the blooming buds
in a blink, go from zero to tumbeling flowers.
I wonder if you are going to remember me,
next time you see the sunset,
if you remember that girl who used
you love them, and yell to the world
"look, look, what a beautiful sunset".
Would you look back back to happy moments,
and noticed they are gone for ever.
I was waiting for someone to wake up,
and you did, to a different world,
or war, PTSD and hate,
of lies, corruption and fallacies.
Now I am awake.
Show me your ways
that will inspire mine
Show me your world,
the one I want to share forever.
Show me every part of you,
the bad the good and everything in between.
Every wrinkle in your skin is a landscape I want to explore.
Show me how you see the world,
and inspire me with your vision,
to share the same mission.
It was been a long time
Since someone inspired love in me,
But even longer since poems were born
From my existence.
Inspiring love and art is the pinnacle of my aims,
Knowing that just freely expressing myself
Can motivate you to write and create
Is the best gift I didn’t know I want.
I want a partner who walks next to me,
holding my hand even on the coldest night,
I am willing to trust the warmth and take my glove off,
sharing that vulnerability that guides you to love.
On the coldest nights when you need the caring cuddle the most
A person who can offer a hand to keep you warm,
who will share their heat, instead of putting their hand in their pockets.
A partner who will love touch as much as you
and will prioritize "US" instead of the only me.
I had lost hope, I was in the middle of a black cold hole,
but your hand showed up out of nowhere
offering me a refuge and a hug.
So I just want to say: thanks for keeping me warm
for seeing my splendor, when others disregarded it.
