Tu aroma no solo borra la nostalgia, me apasigua y me consuela en medio de esta noche larga, donde ni las tinieblas son capas es de extinguir la luz divina que dios te otorgó, ahora que incluso ya después de la vida, seguirá tan clara como el sol.
Finally I am free
At last I am to truly be
The one I know inside as me
And not be held by chains
To the world I now sing my part
My mind restored as is my heart
I look upon a brand new start
With very little pains
I do not care to look behind
There's nothing there that I will find
To educate or soothe my mind
Just memories and stains
So onward now, forward I go
Where I shall end, I do not know
Across many bridges high & low
Walking the earthly planes
Forgotten? — The Hunt
I'm looking around for what I can't find
Nor left or right, nor in front or behind!
And a worry of wonder:
Have I gone blind?
Why can't I find what should be there?
Nowhere, nowhere, where ever I stare!
Filling the void underneath my skin:
Roots of a chilling dark sprouting like weed from their mother: dreadful despair!
Yet I cannot stop for I know it's there!
What was abundant in my past,
Is in my present days rather rare.
And a thought of wonder:
Why such change?
Passing by are grumpiness and gloom,
Everywhere I roam, day by day.
Casting their shadows upon my inside,
Eating up dreadfully the available room.
And just when complete darkness...
Flashing lights and chanting crowds,
fueling my ego burning on people unknown.
I am a disappointment
One who took up the crown and rented it to the devil.
I drink toxins to keep away my toxicity.
To the people who see me other wise,
I am not the one who you think I am.
I beat myself up everyday.
Not on the outside ofcourse,
Scared and bruised on the inside.
There's no sign of who I was or what I wanted to be.
I have given up the idea of me itself.
Without the fuel the demons they eat me instead.
As the time slowly crept,
Days, nights, years,
Sometimes too fast,
And too mellow,
I ran from the things along,
Sometimes a herd of unknown,
Sometimes those known unknown,
Desires sometimes pulled me down,
Just normal human desires,
A craving for human touch,
An ear to listen,
A mouth to kiss,
I ran from places of joy,
Of merry and ploy,
And into abyss,
Or sometimes decay,
Of the body,
When clouds would thunder,
Over my horizons,
I would sometimes wonder,
Maybe this is the apocalypse,
The night for the new beginning,
And pull over my blanket,
For I was scared,
Maybe I am scared,
And as I run,
To a place even I don’t see clear,
The storm brewing inside my chest,
The numb of my senses...
It's not for an end to start.
A Good book never ends but left unwritten to be filled.
Don't hunt alone for the unknown treasure. A hunter has only one story but a treasure has 100 more. The stories never end but disguises themeselves in different shapes to find it around. The journey is unknown and the destination is not known but a mere hope to find the treasure is all what we know.
In the quest of these stories always leave the traces of the map you find out and show the light to others journey of dark and wild in the midst of a forest filled with mysteries to find out the treasure you are searching for.Don't get into the trap and you will be caught. Somepath seem to be long and some are...
I want to let you know that I do not take any of your hateful comments, hard stares or complete avoidance to heart. I just don’t take any of your gossiping and complaining (about me), personally. It has become a daily part of my existence to “emotionally detach” myself from the toxicity emanating from human kind. So your attempts to try and make me feel small or be small were smashed even before that thought crossed your 3D frame of mind.
Although the annoyance of sharing a space with another who clearly is not your my biggest fan is not on my top ten list of “faves”....,
I swallow the thoughts that my ego feeds me and I spit out the illusions that ha...
Getting back to Lettrs, is like being back home, that too, after a long time.
I never felt lost, or panicked, after a comeback, for lettrs always welcomes, with two big hands, a warm hug, and a light slap,
Saying with a glare, "start fresh, by saying a sorry".
"Sorry lettrs, for a late comeback".
Do you see its charm?
Just a shy, warm sunshine
and it seems that this season has the gift to unchain hearts, to pulsate fire butterflies...
Do you feel its tenderness?
Just a kind, light wind
and wings in love touch..
touch gently the ground,
till the sunset falls down,
down on the earth...
Just a breath,
in dry smell, reddish rustling,
reigniting stars in steamy ash,
fire mirrored in dew,
till the sunrise comes down,
down on the earth too..
It’s autumn !
Why have we forgotten ?
To be hearts,
looking crazily for love..
For the fire butterflies
just go to another sky..
The Fall & Hope...
Colours of the world around have changed,
greens are now red, yellow, amber
The beginning of an end that is about to arrive
an end of the summer it is..
an end of a bright warm time..
Time travels through all the hues to adorn the tones of earth and nude..
all that's earthy sheds itself, time tricks you yet again..
the new nothingness stares at you, through all the empty branches on the trees.
You walk into the faded winter's night, cold and numb, not knowing how to welcome the change.
Along comes the Spring that fills you with hope..
A hope that is stronger than the mute despair.
I try to read behind the words you write.
You sound angry at me for something I did wrong...somehow I wronged you, but how isn’t clear.
It almost sounds like I was supposed to do something to change things between us somewhere along the way...moving to close the distance somehow....but every time I’ve ever thought that was what you wanted from me, I’ve felt smacked at, run away from, shut down on...so I don’t think that it’s that you wanted me....it couldn’t be, could it?
Every time you’ve told me over the years about them talking to you about marriage, I’ve felt so lost because I want to hope, but hoping is pointless when the other person doesn’t see you that way.
You’re angry ...
Hola, hola por siempre a ti, a quien escribo desde el alma y mente con la sinceridad y el amor al prójimo.
Hoy tengo algo importante que decirte; Estoy feliz a tu lado, estoy despierto y me siento vivo, también te tengo que agradecer por ayudarme a unir los pedazos caídos de mi alma, por eso gracias y muchas miles.
Gracias por estar y existir en este momento del mundo, me siento bien contigo y tu flujo de la vida.
Por favor no cambiemos eso.
De momento un sencillo adiós.
In the heat of battle, flowing words, shower me in calming rays, that kill all doubt and strengthen my will!
© William Henry Mills Jr
Aceptar es el primer paso a la verdad, hoy acepto que nunca nadie me había hecho sentir así, querer así como te quiero, esperarte así como te espero. Fue duro hacerlo pero al fin lo logre, sin embargo no puedo seguir así, porque para amarte de verdad tengo que aprender a amarme a mi primero.
Mother came to visit me today!
The excitement was too real
Couldn’t help but to be overwhelmed with such joy.
That not so subtle embrace of me running to wrap my arms around you, give you those million kisses, hold your hand every so tightly as if I hadn’t seen you in years. I was loving every moment. That warm blanket of happiness that surrounds me is like no other. Could this moment last a lifetime? To be in the presence of my best friend in my darkest, weakest, most vulnerable stage in my life, is such a blessing. You’ve just lifted years of pain and silent suffering all in such a brief moment. This happiness is surreal. This feeling is what I have been searching for at the bottom of eve...
Universo transformado por estrellas de colores a mis ojos enamora y mi lengua encuentra sed de piel.
Es un beso con calor del sol a esas mil palabras que forman tu cuerpo.
Si supieras que tus lunares me pierden y si yo evitara perderme en tu piel no sabríamos amarnos en dulce encierro.
Es un beso con sabor a ti y tus lunares.
Si contará cada lunar de tu cuerpo como una palabra, precioso poema sin final por tu sonrisa pierdo la cuenta.
Es un beso secreto que altera el universo y me da el poder del universo en transformación de estrellas en lunares, de besos en palabras y de calor en gemidos.
Thank you for being there,
Giving new life to me here,
Turning an eight year old Mother,
With you it's always Cherishable...
Crazy over Cars and Races,
Finding your love at whatever Places...
Be it Car's Model, Engine, Logo or Light,
Ready to put them on paper, be it a Day or a Night...
Blocks have gone behind, but not cars,
You now enjoy building roads and tracks...
Swimming and football, sports tunred to be favorites,
Words, spellings you find good, Tables have taken a back stel...
Emotional, Caring, Sensible and
loving side of yours,
You keep hidden all the time..
Art and craft is one of the favorites,
Also makes you forget studies...
The little chef you makes tasty dishes,
Love hurts, she said.
How could I explain her that it's Anxiety that tars her.
Habit which will change her.
Suppression that subdues her.
Fear that bothers her.
Jealousy which displeases her.
Aggression that bounds her.
Coldness that numbs her.
Humans that hurt her.
Love alone was enough to heal her.