Vidas Extraviadas

Tu que sonríes en cada fotografía con ella,
Tu que en tus pensamientos te lastimas a latigazos por aquel abandono,
Tu que de momentos me amas, pero que en otros momentos me odias,
Tu que sonríes en cada fotografía con ella.

Te preguntas si talvez el destino nos pondrá de frente una vez mas,
y porque te mientes? si sabes bien que el encontrarnos no fue solo un hechizo, o un capricho del destino, mas bien un desnudo completo a nuestras almas vulnerables. Un espejo donde solo se reflejaban figuras de apariencia peculiar pero muy similar desde los mas simple detalles, hasta los mas oscuro secretos.


Porque te mientes? de verdad piensas que otro encuentro no causaría el mismo efecto o uno peor? Esto es como iniciar un volcán si esperar erupción.

Tu que de dia vives feliz, pero al atardecer te inundes en los mas temibles abismos, en mis mas terribles pesadillas. En mi mar de poemas, en las sinfonías que le cantas a través de tus pensamientos, a aquel pequeño musculo que marcaste tuyo hace años. Deja de esconderte que dos almas tan semejantes, en diferentes extremos no son peligrosas solo amigosas. 

Talvez te espante con mis preguntas, con mis dudas, con mis cicatrices profundas pero no lo olvides, solo hay un Rey en este pedazo de musculo que cargo en el pecho.

Y aun no se si sera este tu deseable trofeo, tu peor pesadilla o tu mayor triunfo, pero....

El volcán, en nuestra próxima vía lo determinaran.

Love & The Soul

"Our century has become so heartless. In the midsts of all our advanced technology, some of the most important, pure, and honest values have been lost. 

Making it a challenge to encounter something genuine. 

A simple example of this is LOVE. A concept that has become more of a word rather than a feeling. Anyone can say the words, but not everyone is able to put up with the feeling and the responsibility that comes with it. Will you care to care for it? Are you able to hold onto that hand through sweat, tears, and pain? 

Doubts through my head. 

Love is not having experienced many relationships, many dates, or even having given up your chastity to the person you have been with for the past three years." 

That isn't love.

Love isn't a three words text, 

It's an essay.

Love is not having the perfect person, 

is finding perfection in the one person you do have.

Love is not saying the right words, 

it's showing persistence in doing the right thing.

Love is not making plans for the future, 

is living the moment while building a future.

Love isn't making promises, 

is sticking to your own words. 

Love does not burst out in anger and yells "it's over!!" 

love calmly whispers "BRB, I need a break."

LOVE doesn't help you undress only to dress you with lust.

  Love isn't lust. 

    Love isn't lust. 

       Love isn't lust. 

Love is not what you call it and it is what you F E E L.

Love is

S T R E N G T H

in the moments of darkness 

F A I T H

in the hours of loneliness and,

T R U S T

in the minutes of desperation.

Love will grow without permission, 

and invade you when is not welcomed.

Love is passion, 

is fire that can burn but that many times can hurt. 

Love can be defined in so many ways and mean nothing

because is not what you see with your eyes, 

but what you feel with the soul.

The heart? 

is a muscle, almost a myth.

Love comes through the soul not through the mind, 

and if it comes through the heart

is hard to stabilize because the heart is a roller coaster 

that's never satisfied.

The heart seeks war, 

while Love only seeks calm. 

The mind seeks the "why" 

while Love only seeks to drive out, 

inspire, nourish more of itself,

Love. 

I hope you learn to love with all your soul.

Wires

I open my eyes to what feels to be soft and cold, perhaps it is snow that buries my unmovable body. I lay there hoping someone can figure out that I am still alive and, I hear voices calling names but none are calling mine. And that brings me to the question, "what is my name?" 

I remember a room, full of pictures, there is a table with what seems to be sharp knifes and wires. "WIRES!" I can feel the burn of my hands and feet at the memory of those wires, it's a combination of pleasure, pain and warmth to my body. I feel compassion and attraction to the wires. They bring memories, so many memories flushing in and out and, in one second I'm laughing while the next I am crying out of pain. 

I don't understand, the more I let the thoughts flush through my head, the more energy I feel towards the wires. They are burning, crushing my bones, with such intensity that almost brings me to pleasure. I come back to the present and focus on using that energy to free myself from whatever I am under. It's a heavy load, so soft but suffocating and overwhelming, no muscles in move, limited oxygen. I try to touch my face, and it's a complete illusion. There is no moving going on, but I close my eyes and imagine the feeling of my hands in contact with the outside. 

"You're my dream girl" 

It's what I hear, while he ties the wires to my feet. My eyes are open and lively watching everything happen but, the mind is rejoicing in the words, and in everything that flows out of his lips. It's like magic, his lips barely move but every word sounds so sweet, way too sweet. Then, he grabs my hands, the last free thing,  

"I get to marry the girl of my dreams"

and it is as if I volunteer to surrender them, It's a hurtful knot and my pulse raises, but I could care less when I'm dancing with the devil. 

Every morning after that felt like a preparation for a heart attack. The pulses felt stronger but, the physical pain was eased as long as his lips were whispering in my ear. Some days I was standing, others I was sitting, I observed the pictures in the room which none made sense. Pictures of letters, pictures of other pictures, shoes, notebook, bracelets, a t-shirt, a mug, a wallet. There is no correlation between the objects but, I know I've seen them before. I try to remember why I'm tied up again, but I struggle as much as I struggled to remember my name in reality. I asked questions, but they seem to have turned him violent towards me, and I breathe in as I watch the knifes flying my way. I take a few steps back and crumble to the bed, quick enough to remember that I am all tied up. "Ahhh" there is the pain, the pain in my reality, pain in my illusion, pain in my memories, from what? from moving? the wires? from a knife piercing my soul? I never understood the rules of the game, was I suppose to surrender and never question? was I suppose to stand quietly and never doubt? Or, was I suppose to believe everything was told and given, and be satisfied with it?  

The flashbacks become more vivid, and the weight from the snow begins to intensify as the pain from the memories do. I remember passing out on the ground, tied up and naked to my soul. I said little before closing my eyes, but whatever I said was enough for him to untied the wires. And it burned, it burned so much, so, so, so much. I was free but the pain was worst than the knifes crushing me, than the wires accelerating my heart beat, than the "almost a heart attack" feeling every morning. "Take it as a lesson learned, never defy love" were the last words before I close my eyes. 

I come back to reality, and I'm numb. I think the snow have frozen my body again, and it makes sense since the memory of the wires is gone. I hear a sound, I cannot make up the words but, someone is getting closer, and they are yelling desperately, almost nervously, but I am tired, I want to sleep now. It's getting closer but I canno--

"PAM!"