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Love is a PhoenixI have seen nothing more tragic,
Than watching love die.
Enduring it’s painfully fade,
As it stubbornly clings to life
The slow death of a love,
That’s filled with years of life.
Or the sudden snap,
As it blinks away in a lover’s eye.
It doesn’t go easy,
And it doesn’t go fast.
It goes out fighting,
Because love was made to last.
It is a brilliant flame,
Drowned in water.
It clings to the air,
With all its dying embers.
Yes, I have seen no sadder sight,
Than watching love as it dies.
But I have been blessed to gazed upon no otherworldly scene,
Than watching love be born again, anew and free.
NoDarkness all around.
No lights, no earth, no sound.
Free floating, but not flight.
No solid, no gravity, no ground.
No up, no left, no down.
An endless space with no walls.
No locks, no rooms, no halls.
Must be in the deepest part.
No running, no lagging, no stalls.
Yes, I must be in space after all.
But the emptiest part.
I stay floating.
Neither one way nor the other going.
Trying in my deciding of what to do.
Simply breathing. Still not showing.
Contemplating every decision, outcome, need for knowing.
And then there was you.
You floated with me, clung together, tender tightness.
We sat together in the familiar silence.
Mystified with each other’s presence.
But this just waiting, stalling, not flying or falling.
No voices, no hearing, no motivation, no calling.
Wasn't doing either of us any justice.
Fed up, blindly, undecidedly, I leapt out of the dark.
From my safe known unknown to a new part.
Perhaps for the better, perhaps for the worse.
A new start, new pl
Confession about me Silent StrengthI am strong, but please never confuse this strength with invulnerability.
I do hurt.
I do cry.
I do love.
I do feel.
I do get crushed.
I do regret.
But please never think that while I may never show these things in front of you, that I don’t feel them.
Because I do.
More than you could ever imagine.
I’m a hyper sensitive person, forced into a role of strength.
It is just a rare occasion when my reserve breaks and I show it in front of people.
And when this happens, I reach a state of such openness and vulnerability that I fear.
Because I can withstand a thousand blows, but just one word can cut me down. And at that moment, I fear what could be said to me.
I’m very sorry if anyone who see this thinks of me as cold, or heartless, or unfeeling.
It's just in my life, I have had people who rely on me to be the strong one who keeps a level head and calm emotions.
And so when I break in front of someone, I apologize profusely.
Because what if they were someone that needed me
Waiting on InspirationI see all these messengers,
Spreading their words and meanings.
And I'm sitting here,
With run on sentences,
Or empty pages,
And no coherency.
I AmI am the truth, covered in lies.
I am trust, in a world filled with deceit.
I am true love, in a world filled with lust.
I am the lost pet on an empty street.
I am the star,trying hard to shine and be seen in a night sky filled with city light.
I am a favorite song, but played so low its hard to hear.
I am the whisper, in a world of screams.
I am the lost being forced to lead.
FallenThe light from the moon illuminated every step I took.
Over dead grass and just passed the dried up brook.
The trees were bare,
Tall intimidating shadows in the midnight air.
The wind was the only comforting essence.
As it twirled around it cause the trees to scream and sway.
And while I walked, I encountered no other presence,
Having gone so far, I felt my knees would give away
There came a soft crunch with every step I took,
As the fallen twigs and leafs gave underfoot.
I was so certain I was alone,
No other person could find me in this home
The chill air hung so close to my skin,
I felt it as it began to try and seep in.
Though it made my body cold,
I felt it try to comfort my tattered soul.
Down along my path I went,
Having been so long without a visit.
And while I was being overwhelmed with regret,
I realized I had intensely missed this.
But soon the silence became eerie,
And the colors began to turn.
What was once just black and white,
Was now taking on dark red tints, giving the
Being BraveKnees hit dirt,
Hands dig deep in earth.
I tried to call out to you,
But my voice choked in my throat.
I tried to meet your eyes, fix a gaze.
But you’d already turned from me.
I reached out my stained hands, but you’d already walked away.
How could such a pure soul be corrupted by such hate?
How can you leave me here, and allow promises to break?
Did you ever mean them?
I want to believe you didn’t lie like the rest.
And like that, Im unbounded.
And you don’t even need to turn around.
I see your figure sway and sink away.
While Im left here to try and remember how.
Because for so long,
I really trusted you.
I thought my being brave alone days were through.
To know?You have to see the dark, to know what is light.
To be able to laugh, you have to first know how to cry.
For there to be good, there has to be bad.
You have to lose, to understand what you still have
Tragedies happen so that heroes can rise.
We can see (believe) the truth, once we’ve seen (believed) the lies.
I Have WalkedI have walked through hell.
I have pushed through its fires.
I have walked over needles and daggers with flaming arrows being fired.
I have walked through blizzards.
I have walked through freezing rain.
I have walked across thin ice and seen the cracks as it gives way.
I have walked over mountains.
I have felt their sharp edges.
I have stumbled over loose rocks and clung to the ledges.
I have walked the smooth paved roads,
And slipped on the smaller gravel paths too.
And felt the thorns tug at me as I pressed through the world to make a new.
But I have danced through meadows.
I have felt the soft grass underfoot.
The tingling of the summer sun and frolicked through brooks.
I have walked in light flurries.
Watched my footprints imprint in the gentle snow.
And I knew I’d left my mark behind, that my presence might affect someone not even known.
And I have marched into the deep oceans
I have walked through the swirling seas.
Only to emerge once again, complete and having faced a cha
My kind of love.I want the kind of love that forms colourful wings in my stomach that fly in circles because they're disorientated from my hearts heavy beating.
I want the kind of love that's so radiant, I can't even bare to look in it's direction without closing my eyes first–– it burns brighter than the sun.
The kind of love that starts off slow then gains on you like a cheetah, devouring you into itself, for sustenance, creating a pattern only known to the gods.
A love that scares the fear, out of my life; making anything possible again.
A love that regresses two adults back into kids, playing hide and seek with their future.
I want the kind of love that's a Sunday in the middle of the week––inconvenient.
I want the kind of love that dances at a funeral––inappropriate.
I want the kind of love that's a muse to an artist––inspiring.
I want the kind of love that's a .44 magnum revolver in a trunk of BB guns––authentic.
Love that sparkles in t
ScatteredSunflowers and peace signs.
Cigarettes and spill stains.
Umbilical chords and eulogies.
Running from self.
Running out of time.
Running into eternity.
Falling into darkness.
Falling in love.
Falling out of life.
Sunrises wed with sunsets.
Day making love to night.
Forever, never's mistress.
Broken glass and promises.
Cuts and contusions.
Dreams and stupor.
Seeing the us in others.
Feeling others in ourselves.
Looking through the hour glass.
Finding the universe within.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez 2013
I'm here.I want to have a thousand different lives, right now.
I feel like I belong in so many things I've merely witnessed.
I want to travel to all the countries I feel connected with, and be part of its culture; while still remaining myself.
I want to dance to the music that moves my soul, in as many different places I possibly can.
I want to connect with people from around the globe that have felt what I'm feeling right now.
I want to breathe the air into my lungs, knowing I live somewhere I've never lived before, and it's home.
I want who I am to make sense in a dozen different languages.
I want to know streets intimately, when I've lived my entire life across many oceans from them, thinking that was it.
Who says any of this is impossible.. A year in any place can feel more like home than 60 years in the same household.
I can be peoples home, they can come to me when they're done with their day, and I can wait for them with a bottle of wine to talk about life's fleeting instances.
AwayYou used to be afraid to lose me,
so why am I the one that is in pain from your absence?
You used to look at me like I was the only girl you saw,
now I'm just another lost in the crowd.
You used to embrace me like you never wanted to let go,
now you don't come near enough to touch me.
You used to say you loved me,
but I guess that went away.
The Girl In My DreamsThe girl in my dreams comes and goes when she pleases.
Leaves me wanting more of her.
A lovely stranger with golden hair.
A beautiful face, smile, and laugh.
We walk hand in hand.
We gaze adoringly at each other.
We enjoy each others company.
Then I wake up.
Missing my dreams.
Missing that feeling that made me smile.
A gentle smile, as if I was looking at my reason of being.
My whole world. And for that moment she was.
I wish to dream of her again,
even if all she is doing is falling asleep on my shoulder.
But in the end, she was a dream.
I hope to meet her in reality.
And do it all again.
What a wonder that will be.
Midnight Thought ProcessPerhaps the trees live so long because they have no idea how long they've been around.
I stood with my wine glass and cigarette staring into the night as I heard the sound of fireworks, I wondered if the giant tree before me knew it was new years. There is nothing different from 11:59 to 12:00 yet we feel like it's a world away, because we judge many things in time, and we keep track of time in years.
I sat hugging a pillow, watching a 4 month old baby sleeping during his dream-feed and I wondered if the baby knew it was a boy. There is nothing different from a boy baby and a girl baby yet we feel like we have to define them because we judge others in life, and we keep track of others by categorisation.
Perhaps we should forget what year it is, and what we are…and just be.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
Think about it.Whether you believe in heaven and hell, reincarnation, that you just become the earth once you're gone, or that you cross over to someplace unknown–– all these beliefs can still come to an agreement…we are not our body, this is a temporary state and it is as fleeting as the thought of it.
Where does that leave us?
That leaves us contemplating existence in this transient state coming to a thousand and one conclusions about something as unknown as birth to us when it's happening.
We were all born correct? Ok…and now we're all alive for the moment…and we know the inevitable…our bodies will stop while we... may also stop, or we may continue without it.
This is as mind-blowing as it gets… and this is our lives.
Right now, whatever your now may be… which is all equally relevant and true… is it.
Why fight with our own.
Why discriminate against our own.
Why judge our own… when we are all part of the infinite all?
Why bother wi
You said hello as you walked away.You knocked on my door, when I had already left the apartment.
You whispered "I want you back", once I had gone deaf.
You called me constantly, when my number was not in service.
You said you had my back, when all I could see was yours.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
Being weirdWhy are guys so weird? Why is he so unhappy? Why does he have to need something like that to be happy? Is chatting with me not enough? I just want a sweet boyfriend but am I to easymind? Is the way of thinking wrong? Why do I have to have so much things to care about? I jsut want to have a great year, a great time, a good time. Now I'm still young enough for it. I want to do a lot of things. I just want to have fun.
Sweetie, I love you very much. That's why I want to know so mcuh about you. I want to chat with you, I want to be hugged and kissed by you. So please... come here.
Making you jealous, making you worry. I know, I said that I dislike this kind of people, but now I finally can understand why they do... well I think...
Maybe I just love you too much and want to be loved back. I want you to care about me, to be worried about me... So now... What do you say? Will you still love this kind of "me"?
Goodbye's for GoodLove of the purest form turned to hate of the rawest.
Don’t touch me with your stranger hands.
No soul I know lingers or lies behind your eyes.
Not one I can recognize
I still count the days since then,
It pursues me like an internal itch beneath my skin.
I deny the scratch and try to shake it out.
My memories of you are hit or miss.
I remember your hands, your hair,
But fading are your eyes and almost gone your kiss.
You will join the ranks.
Of nearly forgotten, faceless “Lovers”
Go on. In your life, it's so easy to replace.
I said leave me alone!
Just the thought of you sends surges in my skin.
It constricts my chest so no air pours in.
And I'm afraid.
That while I never really hate,
You might just be on the cusp of it.
Still I want only the best things, to befall your fate.
Don’t call my name.
Don’t claim were friends.
Because Ill always remember.
How you so easily turned your back on me in the end.
Please just go…
I cant stand this memory of you
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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