Uncategorized, Love, poetry, Freedom, human, myth

In the Middle of New York

As a kid she lived in a small town trusted everyone she was the sweetest, as an adult she moved to New York she still trusted everyone.

She was an adult yet still saw the world as she did when she was when she was a kid.

A young adult in New York that is a killer if your not strong enough, she could be the toughest but I mean strong inside. 

Time pass she met someone that was so beautiful blonde hair, blue eyes, and the sweetest woman in New York.

That woman had a husband but everything changed for her when she met that young lady from a small town.

They fell inlove, the small town young lady saw nothing wrong with what they were doing, the woman saw it as wrong while she was married.

The young lady would find simple solutions for everything yet we all know nothing is simple in life. 

Everything was harder for the woman she had met and everything was simple for her while she was a free flying bird in the middle of New York.

The woman broke her heart and the young lady didn’t understand what was happening, her heart ache.

To make the ache go away she turn to one thing common in a city, liquor that worked for about to two weeks, after a while she felt nothing with liquor, she still ache.

She needed something stronger than that she turned to medication poison, that killed all the feeling she had not just the heart ache but even her soul.

When the woman came back to her she was no longer a free flying bird in the middle of New York, now she was a flying bird in middle of paradise.

to this day the woman tells the young lady story, “She was a small town young lady who saw the world as a kid, and trusted everyone.

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He’s The Fool?

He asked, “Is this you falling in love?”

He looks at me as if he wants the answer to be yes, and I look back as if the answer was yes.

At the same time feeling guilty in  a way  because I am not in love. I am unable to feel much. 

I want to scream and shout that I am not the same person that I was when I was young and stupid.

The many times that I was asked the same question and I gave the same answer the same look, but I feel nothing. 

Happens over and over and  to stop I would say that is impossible. 

He say he loves me, I actually believe him because I know he might be telling the truth.

 I yet to take chances I was a fool once and will never make that mistake, see everyone has been fooled more than once I will not. 

I will allow him to be a fool, I was already fooled once and he doesn’t know that I will never love like the first time.

As I lay in his bed, he looks at me with a smile on his face, his hand with mine and says the most beautiful things to me.

I on the other hand look at him with a smile on my face pretending as if I am listening.

I am just thinking to myself why does he look like he is talking to an angel?

I cannot find myself to answer, and as he falls into a deep sleep, I stay up and take a deep breathe and go over the reasons I’m with him.

Many go through my head and the most reasonable answer I come up with is that he is an angel’ 



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The Power of Unknown

Have you ever thought about things?  More like everything. Take a minute to ask the questions you wonder about most of the time. How did we become humans?

What happens to us after we die? Is there a heaven and a hell? Are there really aliens out there? Are there really sea monsters, in the sea? 

We can go on and on about it, you get the point. Sometimes I like to think I have all the answers but I don’t.

Unknown is so powerful, asks you questions over and over again, just to laugh at your face because you don’t know the answers.

Wraps around your head and holds on until it gives you a headache, Bam Bam thats your head exploding.

Unknown doesn’t leave you alone and that makes you an angry person, than you hate it all.

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Now What?

And we go on and on, thinking that saying will give us a different feeling or give us an answer, and we just sit there and think to our self being of now what such I do now, how such I feel now, how am I going to make a change or feel better about myself and well being. The power of life, the power that makes us have so many questions that we have no answers or will get answers to them. I sometimes think to myself in a way that I wonder about where I am in life, now what, what can I say what can I do, should I feel different or the same, such I react fast or slow. Should I be looking for a soulmate or such I just stop looking? Now what, but I believe that I should just wonder and never answer myself, because answering myself will led to more questions and if I am honest I sometimes rather not have any answers, some people cry, some people dream, some people sleep, some people stay up, some people die, and now what? What should I end my life with? Maybe a big bang, or a dream? A look? Or a deal?’

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The Body of Greta

As deep as the ocean, so unknown, yet we could only imagine the first time I ever seen her was the most Dearing time. The day had just started as any other my alarm next to my bed had just played my favorite song Give Me Love by Ed Sheeran, believe me my love for Ed sheeran is that big that it could awake me up every morning. I got out of bed thinking and saying pretty much the same thing, “My life in three words”?  Brush my teeth, pants, shoes, shirt, and keys. Run to the car because of course I am always running late, in my favor some researcher say that people who are running late are most successful so if I’m lucky then, yay! During my lunch break I for some reason went to buy Bubble Tea in my city, I got there during the rush so it was fair to say the word pack. I was stand in line behind the I guess 10th person, just on my phone you what most people do scroll up and down in their Facebook, Instagram, and twitter looking at literally nothing. The line seemed to not be moving and well I was getting tired of waiting but I have waited this long to leaving single handed. Then out of nowhere this soft most gentle voice “It’ll be worth the wait”.  I turned around to see a dark brown haired, hazed eyes, lips so defined, hourglass body shaped,  lady behind me I could swear I kept my mouth open as I looked at her for a minute but I rather not remember embarrassing myself, I could barley speak and finally words had escaped my lips “Oh gosh yes, I hope so I have wanted this for days” ya I know I couldn’t believe that was the best thing I could come up with. Well could I be blamed, 90% of that time I was staring into her eyes and lips as she spoke. Her name, Greta even the name was such a beauty and I believe I had more to discover from her ever inch. We had a rather long conversation in the time being, I didn’t even worried about getting back in time, work? Forget it there are more jobs a lady like this no other. I asked for her number at the end and later that week I asked Greta on a date, she toke my offer. Since that day I been lucky, the times she wears high heels and walks like a model, she walks like she owns every place she walks into, months went by the night I toke Greta dancing and had my hands around her hourglass body and I had dived so many time into the ocean to know every inch so I thought but every day there is something new about Greta and I enjoy discovering it. Greta’s body is something, Greta’s soul is something else, Greta’s voice is a killer, and I love every inch of Greta’s body.’

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The Thought

Since I was a fetus the belly I most have known that I was going to be attach to you forever. I don’t remember well see I was just a fetus, no one even had an idea of if I was going to be a male or female, be since that second you found out you loved me. I have been growing and growing through out the years and you have been there in all my birthdays, all the aches, all the I love you, all the I hate you. All the rude things that I may have said, all the beautiful things that I have said, through out the years I have thought about getting my own place, kids, college, friends, lovers, live but I have never put a lot of thought to Death, the thought of losing someone a love one and mostly in ever losing you. Mother I will not bare to lose you I can’t and I won’t, I have been a part of you since the first day. The thought that I rather not ever bring it up is because I don’t want to believe that it’s a part of life, why will we have to deal with it eventually? I do not want to get to the point of go in my friends mothers’ funeral and being scared to death of when your time is up. As long as you are in this earth with us I will not have that thought brought up, and will not let a frown be will you, only always happiness. I will for always be your baby, your little one and all your little ones will love you.’



Sitting and staring at walls, at a screen, at a empty room, or just a plain look. Now sometimes I like they way it feels and I think sometimes it’s for the better some staring can just let you think or not think whatever you feel like doing. Time, a best and worst thing you could have you could have a million things to do and no time for it. Every time you have great things going on take a look around and stare and see all the good things. And when thinking gets to the point of what am I doing? Where is my life going for this point on you just remember everything happens for a reason what are the reasons oh who knows! Since we always try to make everything have a purpose we use that I say just go with it I mean why not? Go through this boring live doing boring this why not? Or maybe just have fun sometimes? Blame me if I watch the movie instead of the book. Those who read the book or watch the movie, the ice cube or ice crushed, the clear cups or dark cups. I mean sometimes I don’t even know which one I am but who really thinks about it. Also the love of writing I have but when you don’t really do anything with all that does it mean something at. Same thing with everything else in people’s life some thing means a lot, and some mean just enough. Then we have when light means to see but the blind would beg a differ, or when we say ocean waves make the best sounds but the hearing would beg a differ.’