S.C.A.R.S [scarecely criticized atributed reasons for space]

There’s one on my finger

Two stitches

From when I was five

It reminds me of how I spent childhood

Being a child

There’s one the circles half of my leg

It’s a big one, yes yes

20 stitches

For playing with ants in the dark

Next to a lifted wire fence

My poor little leg, it got caught.

There’s some on my sides, from when

My figure grew in

From those marks, red

I have curves now indeed

Then it becomes tricky

Follow me into my heart

You’ll see a few patches

Of lover’s past.

There’s the time that it happened

A nice winter’s night

There’s the time that they caught us

Not the best of delights.

There’s the one of the previous

The deepest of all

The most serious person

That I had ever had known

They haven’t all healed

And a dress brings me stares

If only they felt

The my leg shouldn’t scare.

But I do not care

My life is far from over

There will be a lot more marks

And I cant wait to see where

Those tracks seem to stop.

Some will be deep,

Others impure

Some will need gauzes

And others allure

But I will not cease living

Because of some mark

I will continue my life

Just waiting for the next one.

Crooks, lions and bears.

Video Vixen

Samurai sword

Its all relative terms to

The voices we know

It’s a conspiracy

Tendency

Relative image

Alone.

Once the media gets hold

All voices are one

Conspiracies gone

We just listen in awe

Once the spaces are known

They can control us

The can use us

And do.

Its all very subjective

Politics lie

Its all very impressive

How their words seem to glide

Fresh off the press

Stamped into books

Engraved in our heads

And off goes the crook.

Let me tell you about him.

Dear Diary

Its been quite a while

Since I’ve written things down

But last time I had not much to say

And now I’ve got quite a bit!

I have met somebody new

[although this should be no real news to you]

He’s as sweet as can be

Someone whose story is true

He laughs at my jokes, smiles when I pout

He looks into me deeply, and prevents my frowns

Our days have been filled

With glorious endeavors

From kisses and stars to afternoons in the park,

chocolate is no need, to me he’s much sweeter.

His family is amazing

We have plans in two days

I admit his mom sometimes scares me

But I love her either way

He’s an animal Lover

And puts me first

He’s all I’ve ever wanted

I cant ask for more.

Oh Diary if you could just see

The way he looks at me

The way that I smile

His touch goes for miles.

If there is a god I am grateful

For putting him in my way

If there are spirits hear my thank you

For letting me stray

If it’s a Buddha I seek

You have definitely enlightened me

And if in fact its Allah

Then you must know I’m in complete awe.

He’s exciting and selfless

Sexy and sensible.

He’s 26 but practically ageless

The one who makes life oh so tolerable.

He fills me with sunshine

Brings me soup if I’m sick

He’s the type that would cross America

If it meant one more kiss.

We see each other daily

Yet it is not enough

Dear diary I am simply saying

He’s gotta be the one.

the new meaning of love

 

L is not for the way that you look at me

Although it is nice

I prefer to match L to

Our lovely nights.

O is not for the only one I see

Although it is you

I prefer to say that O stands for

The opaque in my life you have lifted away

V is very Extra ordinary

However in my book

I prefer to think of it as the

Valleys that still stand in our way

E is even more than anyone that you adore

But I rather find

That E is for all the Evenings of which you

Have been by my side.

The perfect place

 

I was wondering the other day

If I could find some place

To write our names

A place where US wont be taken away

 

So I wrote it in suds

On the shower door

But slowly they run down

And that’s not US at all

 

So I then took my lipstick

A Deep Deep red

And wrote the words on the mirror

But sadly lipstick  can be easily washed  away

 

Then we went to the beach

And I wrote US on the sand

But the water once again came

So I wrote it in my heart

And forever it will stay.

Simple.

Simply is told

Simple at most

The way that it seems

Does our freedom ring

I’ll keep up my words

My moral at the most

I’ll keep up the laws

That our society holds

I’ll tell my kids one day

The things that the Book says

But don’t expect them to believe

A single thing

I will not expect much

I will teach just as I have been taught

I will believe in what I believe

And choose to be

Just me

It’s a pledge from here out

To never sell out

To think twice

Before going out

To think once again

About the latest mistakes

But I will not blame

Others for what I have made

It really is simple

Just words, in fact

That these things we call rights

Have taken to act.

Upon societies laws

How can we say that

When we arent alone

As far as societies go

We must think for ourselves

But hardly are taught

Its just empty words

Our parents have fought

Its empty eyes

Its feelings inside

Its these little things

That lets freedom ring

Its because of these causes

That argument arises

And then turns on the storm

Of that which we call “a war”

But cant we just say

That simple is  told

That simple beholds

Our society’s hold?

Not too long ago…

 

It was not too long ago

When I looked up and saw

The feelings arise

When we said goodbye

 

It was not too long ago

When your eyes saw my eyes

And told me not to cry

 

Not only but some seconds have passed

The time, how it elapsed

And suddenly change

Began to take place

 

I did not want it

I didn’t condone it

I did nothing to deserve it

But it came anyways

 

Swiftly in fact,

Too swift for my taste

Did it take away

The memories of yesterday

 

So I uncertainly say

That it was not long ago

But truly it could’ve been years

From here to near

 

I would never know

It’s a memory left very alone

Suppressed back

As far as it goes

 

I could not have thought

Of anything to make it come back

But then I saw you

And that was when I knew

Just how far back

A while was.

A Rose by any other name…

♥What my babe wrote to me:♥

Gracias por ese minutito que me diste de espera.

Gracias por toda la gracia que me haces para notar mi sonrisa cada vez que la sacas por una dulce locura tuya.

No sabes como me acapara todos esos pensamientos que llevan como titulo tu nombre, y que también cargan tus sonrisas y tu dulce mirada.

Nadie me quita las ganas que tuve para besarte y sin tan solo supieras las ganas que tengo para seguir haciéndolo.

No tengo ni la más mínima intención de olvidar este dulce momento.

Pero dame ese minutito más que es que te lo pido, y mira que no te pido mucho hace días.

Y es que en el día no te pido nada, solo de noche es que mis peticiones tienen mas razones porque lleva como cómplice la oscuridad.

Esa oscuridad que testigo de locuras comenzó a volverse diabético de tanta dulzura.

Pero para!! que todo no se va acabar, recién todo esto esta empezando…mira tu… que miedo da!!

Pensar que no seria capaz de dejarlo todo atrás pensar que un día volví y no me quiero ya marchar.

Pero si dios, el grande, te ha de mover de mi lado para disfrutar diferentes locuras nocturnas, no te preocupes que en la oscuridad que me pertenece tú estarás.

Y si otra protagonista actuara dentro de ese escenario de pasión jamás ocupara tu lugar ni tu estación.
Como me cediste un minuto que te parece si te doy un montón de horas para que dispongas de ellas a como mejor te parezca.

Y que te parece el nuevo look que llevo, no ves ninguna diferencia, pasa por un espejo junto a mi y ve si me veo igual contigo a mi lado.

Mi cabello sigue teniendo la misma forma y aun cubre el mismo espacio, ájala que cuando se tina de blanco aun este ese espejo y aun sigas tu a mi lado.

Pero para! Que esto no a quedado acá, yo vuelvo otro día mas y si no lo he de hacer, no pares de llorar humedece la tierra una vez mas y mira tu se que me recordaras.

♥What i wrote him:♥

Déjà que te diga lo que eres, lo que quieres y lo que tienes.
Me tienes a mi, tu dulce muchacha, tu amor simple, sin exajeracion. La que te quiere-con todo el corazón.
Quieres el mundo- que sea tu amiguo, tu corazón lleno de esos estilos, quieres a ellos y no esta mal, porque eres un chico exeptional.
Eres muy lindo, te digo, y eres quisas hasta mi mejor amigo.
Te adoro te amo y como nos reimos
Juntos, no appartes, estamos siempre consentidos.
Te adoro mi amor, todo lo que haces
Como te ries, como caminas, como me miras y la forma que tienes
de abrasarme.
Que me dices si te robo un beso, o dos? Oh un monton?
Los regresarías, quisas con una sonrisa? Con una mirada, oh quisas mañana?
Me besarías con esa passion, que me has ensenado, en otra occasion?
“claro” diras sin hesitación y solo como prueba me darias unos de tus dulces bon bons.

Me darias un beso y una mirada, y después otro porque no uvieran palabras-
Para explicar lo que yo siento, cuando me besas afuera, y por dentro.
Me encanta, me excita, me da calambre y cosquijas.
Me tienes tu, para ti, con solo una sonrisa.
Con una mirada, me tomas la mano,
Sonríes y me dices “como te amo”
Me haces feliz, en ese instante y los dos caminamos hacia otra parte
Nos vemos pasando un espejo, junto intacto y nuevo
Tu y yo es el reflejo
Lindos nos vemos.
Eres igual, excepto esa sonrisa, ahorra más grande de la de hace dos días.
Me miro yo misma y no puedo creer, que a tu lado me veo tan bien.
Pasan anos y te vuelves más loco
Y yo, solo un poco.
Pero seguimos ay, en frente de ese espejo, que ya no esta tan nuevo.
Esta viejo y sucio, pero funciona.
Dice lo que es, y como nos adora.
Ay estamos tu y yo, aguantados de la mano
Mientras me dices “cuanto te amo…”