Time

You have yet to experience life until you subconsciously notice the un-explainable, delicate details life secretly reveals. They are weaved and hidden throughout our time. Those who take time to notice gain life. Not everything needs an interpretation and sometimes we force one upon something that needs no explanation for its existence. We are to always question our existence, of our purpose in life. Where are we to go, who are we to be. I firmly believe there is no correct outcome. Allow your life to be inspired, accept any form of creativity; capture the essence, steal the thought, and live.

Wherever you go, whoever you meet, the experiences you encounter, may you have a beautiful life. ~

Dream

 He's here. I hold my everlasting completion within my arms. In the life of the ocean, filtrating the air of the sky's beauty, I feel a powerful light stream down my back. And what a beauty the sun emits its rays upon. A treasure unlike no other. The love of the my life, standing in front of my presence.
     Within our moment, I feel an eternity of moments, no elapse of time could ever affect us. No amount of time has ever impacted us. As I gaze into his eyes, I slowly get lost within his gaze at me. He smiles and my heart melts into a fiery liquid. My heart cools as single teardrop flourishes my sin. He reaches out his fingertips to feel my cheek. He wipes away my tear and continues to look at me as if I was the only thing he saw. The only thing in his sight. He takes my hand. Pulls me to him. The next thing I know, I'm resting my head against his chest with my hand resting in his palm. I feel a sudden movement. My body moves along his. Our chests against each others, our hearts softly beating along the shore with every wave. He sways back and forth, side to side, with small steps as his feet sink into the cold  sand. His other hand slides down my side, his arm around my waist as we slow dance on the beach. I feel so secure, I feel one with him. All my worries, any care in the world slips from my mind and vanishes into the depths of the ocean. I slowly allow my eyes to fade into a dreamy state, with every consciousness of all that happening. My dream is alive. He is alive, here and with me. Breathing the air that I breathe this second.
     "I feel warm with you. I feel protected."
     "You are finally here in my arms. Within my reach, I will protect you always," he tells me in his deep, yet soft voice that I know so well. Seconds later, he slowly comes to a halt. He takes my hand and kisses the top of it. He looks over the stretched waters, to the sunset. I watch him as he watches the wave roll into their nonexistence. He looks at me. I blush. "You are my beautiful sunset. Your beauty is above all.." and as the words fall from his lips, I come into contact with his lip. I lay my upper lip along his bottom one and press. I kiss him as the sunset behind us fades into a warm ombre. Slower and slower, we become engaged with another. I feel his force, his grip around me as I strengthen mine on him. He slowly pulls away to speak, "I've been waiting so long to feel your lips, to hold you within my arms.."
     I begin to speak, and I interlock my fingers with his. "..to feel your touch. I've waited so long to see you, mi peluchito. All I've ever wanted was to find someone who I can share my life with, love, and care for. And here you are. I want my life with you." He smiles again as my words flutter into the air.
     "I want my life with you, mi estrella. To have a family and to live together." He pauses, then smiles once more. "You're looking beautiful." I don't dare take my eyes off him, nor do I want to. He comes in closer and softly whispers as he squeezes my hand, "I have something special to show you." I look up at him with slight of curiosity. He makes a cute sound after seeing my reaction, then shows a gentle smirk. My heart is at it again. Beating as loud as it possibly can for the only one it will beat for. The only one who's favorite rhythm is of my heartbeat. With a sudden force, I am pulled with him. In seconds, we're running through the sand. I see him stumble right before me and I immediately go rushing to his side.
     "Are you alright?" I ask in a concern tone. He beings laughing.
     "I'm so clumsy." He grabs me and pulls me down in the sand with him. I start giggling as i playfully resist, which only makes him pull harder. I fall in the sand with him, side by side. I feel his hands on me, tickling me all over. I can't help but let out all my laughs. I manage to sneak my hands on him and tickle away. The beach is filled with our laughter and happiness as the sun sets and darkness crawls along the sky. Without noticing, we are laying there, our hands holding, star-gazing up into the night sky.
     "I love you," he says.
     "I love you," I say.
     I look over at him as we lay together. The scenery changes to the bedroom of our hotel. I turn over and lay on my side, facing him. I notice lit candles all around the room. Was this what he wanted to show me? He comes in closer. I feel his eyes all over me, and I love it. I come in closer and snuggle against his warmth. He wraps his arms around me. I nestle myself against his chest and whisper to him, "Always be mine."
     "Forever & Always am I yours, my love. As you are mine," he replies. A soft rainstorm begins. I feel his touch. Our eyes meet, with only one thought in our mind. He slowly lays me down on my back as he makes his way on top of me. Thunder slowly comes into play with the rain. We lay together. Music softly plays. And as the music progresses with its intensifying beat, so does our love. Moonlight shines down upon the beauty of the night. He marks me, and I, him.

Love

As we continue to hold each others hands across this world, our love will never stretch out of reach. We hold gently as to allow life to lead us wherever we are meant to be, but we hold firm and strongly as we are never to let go. Life is rushing by. You are most vulnerable when you allow negative thoughts captivate your beautiful mind. Instead, captivate the negativity and let it diminish as our love continues to grow. You are beautiful with a beauty that is not of this world, and I am aware you are incapable of seeing such things.. but my words are the truth.

This creation that has sent you free, was created for a purpose just as you were. Her purpose was to break those chains that were holding you captive, to let you be who you truly are. To have someone for you to love, and for someone to protect you. She's here because you were born. Her purpose is to cleanse your soul from darkness, to protect your soul from harm, and to love our soul forever.

Fragment

I am in desperate need of an explaination I cannot solemnly provide. Life has denounced my soul a second time. I walk on abandoned fragments of once was whole, and still do I strengthen my will by carrying on and continue to only intensify the rippling affect that of my feet have brought.

Cracks that lie within the earth, are of my own mistakes. And of these cracks, I am torn apart. However, I am left with space to enrich and build onto; leaving help to discover what is deep down inside my fiery heart. To those who remain too close and endanger themselves, are splashed with molten emotion, and left to crackle into despair. Within the dead space between the enchanting nature of the world and the sheltered world of mine, there consists no obstacles as there are all obstacles. But only does the recognizing of yourself uplift when you are forced to reconcile with yourself. Our faces reflect from the presence of water, but only is my reflection worth dispensing after wasteful time of creating my ocean. I have nothing worth reflecting. If life were to captivate my soul, I would voluntarily allow it's waves to swallow me alive.

Decision

The entrance greets you. You take your first look and notice others rushing in; footprints left scattered and untouched across the dirt. You take your first step into the tall shadows as the sun slowly runs down your back. It becomes easier to willingly take the next step. You begin to walk between the walls of nature. Your first departure comes into play. One path is glistening with darkness while the other is worn from the exposed sunlight. You extend your touch to nature and drag your fingertips along. Each step takes you deeper into the decision made. You never notice the beauty of red until it's laying against your skin. The thorns of nature score marks on the outside surface while piercing the most vital organ...

Silence

Gentleness and kindness can make only I rage in silence, and that is why I keep quiet–for only months to go–so that I may not hurt others.  Only one true aspiration has me caught within envy, and to those with love or what is to be believed in as love, so effortless. ~

He is my gravitational pull of this love. I cannot simply slip away from his grasp, for the pull is too strong. But I cannot fully become one with him, for the earth is keeping us apart, at least for now. And I am scared. My heart is oh so very fragile. He has shown me without even realizing.. it is best to not only open your heart to one. If the key were to break, the heart would be untouchable. All emotions would be locked in un-exposure until the heart eventually shatters. But I restrain myself from giving in to such negativity. I am not one to look for happiness elsewhere while I have another keeping my heart warm within his own hands. But once the nightmare of words formulate a fear within, and those words formulate a reality too unbearable to face, there is no life to be lived. I apologize, I am no optimistic when I write. For someone who surrounds herself with poetry, I find it rather difficult to devote words to set in stone. If he were to lay his eyes upon words that I hold unsure of, hope of his would be lost with no intention of regaining his blinded sight. Darkness would overshadow him. Though, I only want to take his hand within mine and with love, strip him from his own shadow and fully expose him to the sunlight. Only then will his soul be sun-kissed with all that he wishes to feel.

Fear

There's a presence of intimidation by the unspoken words of mine, no less the feelings behind them. These lips cannot interpret the chaos that lies within, and my mind cannot come to terms with the utter mess of my inner emotions when my surroundings ever so prevent myself from letting loose. This only allows fear itself to settle where most damage is done. It drips into my self-unconsciousness, stains my heart, and devours the confidence that was left. What once flourished with horror, has now diminished by beauty.

Someone will question myself whether that be I, or an acquaintance of mine but only a stranger to my soul. Yet, who am I to answer when I know little about my own being. I do not look to loneliness as a cure, but as a way of obtaining something that needs no cure. Only will deeper meanings be defined when not obvious. I urge for the carefree way of forgetting what has to be forgotten while forgotten by others, but cursed with no ability to forget.

Escaping

I feel there is no need for a clarification on what I ever so choose to write about. To those who are taking the time to read these words that I took the time to write, in all honesty, my words are only for my own benefit. But if they bring about unthinkable thoughts to your own being, then my words have succeeded my expectations within myself, as well as my own thought process.

Should I be restricted to only creating art based upon another's approval and suppress my own approval, I would simply lose a part of myself.  I would no longer find motivation nor inspiration.  I look to art not necessarily to express myself in some cases, but to escape from myself. I know how others view me and I like to acknowledge it with acceptance. With that acceptance, I run my brush across a page and create loud, unique remarks of only my eyes can read. Art should not be defined so that it will have an understanding; for some pieces of art are not for you to understand, but for the creator to have a better understanding of themselves. 

Knowledge

My knowledge about the world is held to a certain limitation. I can choose to ignore, or to embrace these observations that scream out to me. I would rather scream inside this deepened heart for now, though all I'll ever hear are the echoes of it's endless beating.  That is all I know, or at least have been forcefully exposed to. Terrified by the perfect simplicity of life to others, I complicate my own. 

All time has done for me is create a further distance between what I'm familiar with. There is a simplistic beauty in that all you lose, and a thrill in watching yourself lose it. But only true beauty from within escapes to the surface when you float alone; no other souls to guide yours astray, or pull you to the depths.