Can't stop writing!

I can’t stop writing; my hand is a lava flow,

There are those who are trying to stop me,

For reasons I don’t know,

But still I pick up a pen and write from my heart.

So what if I don’t have proper grammar,

Isn’t poetry meant to come from the soul?

When I write, it is a river racing,

The current gushing with untamed emotion.

When I write, I don’t think, I feel,

Express myself in terms that I understand.

I don’t write for you, I write for me,

Words that sometimes beg for love and understanding,

This is called dealing with this bitch

Of a world where people fight

But I don’t need to fight, coz in my reality,

That consists of a notebook full of love poetry,

That consists of a person whose love makes the day shine in harmony,

I am at the top of the mountain peak,

No dark clouds in the horizon.

I can’t stop writing, because it is my life,

And I’ll write HOW I want because that is

What free style - not to mention, freedom of speech

Is all about.

Perhaps without tears

All seems strangely quiet to her,

As if the world is silently floating by,

Unreal and dreamlike.

Her world isn’t a dreamland though.

Her dream has turned out to be just that—a dream.

She is supposed to be over this by now.

That is what she tells herself.

She isn’t though.

Memories flood back into her mind.

Memories of what use to be and isn’t any more.

She will never be able to look at him like that anymore.

A special smile or tender gaze will never be shared again.

There are other regrets.

Yes, so many regret.

Why hadn’t she taken advantage of more opportunities

To let him know how special he was?

How much she cared?

She can’t anymore.

That is why the tears are streaming down her face.

Perhaps the tears are a little selfish.

She’s crying because she’s hurt,

Because she cant be with the man that meant so much to her.

She has to get through this.

She knows she will.

She is working through it.

Yesterday hadn’t ended this way.

Perhaps tomorrow will end without the tears.

endure!

Sometimes life hits with many trials and challenges. What does a person do? Trials come to make you strong, but in the midst of going through most of us can’t see that. One never sees the purpose of a process in the midst of the process, but it is in hindsight that the individual can look back and be thankful for the process. So what to do in the midst of life’s many trials and challenges, endure. There is a saying that the race is not for the swift and the strong, but those who endure to the end. I believe it, ask anyone who has had any measure of success in their lives. We can all start out strong and fast, but reaching the end is determined by our ability to endure. So endure…

My best wasnt good enough…

I am….

I am but a woman

Trying, but often failing

To be the best that I can be

In this crazy, mixed-up

Existence we call Life…

I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You

I do not love you except because I love you;

I go from loving to not loving you, From waiting to not waiting for you

My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it’s you the one I love;

I hate you deeply, and hating you

Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you

Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume

My heart with its cruel Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story

I am the one who Dies, the only one,

and I will die of love because I love you,

Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

by: PABLO NERUDA