One Pair of Lips

Last night day dreams and REM dreams met at midnight,

they tell the story of my hopes, and myths of fear.

They whisper through your lips the words i long to hear.

They tease the skin you once touched.

They kiss the lips you once kissed.

Once more I trembled at the sound of your voice

Once more we spoke our vows of love.

Last night I felt your skin under my fingers

I saw your eyes wonder an inch from mine 

I felt your smile on my cheecks 

Your warmth breath lingered on my skin

A warm love we never sinned. 

This morning I awoke in a harmless solitude

This morning I lost my only fantasy.

Today I learned dreams are dreams.

Not everything is what it seems.

Today I day dream, tonight I'll sleep

I'll lay in solitude, one pair of lips. 

What if...

At times I come to think of life as a fairy tale or a movie. As I drift into my deep sleep thinking of outrageous adventures, and the possibility of things being or becoming . To think that I'm part of something bigger than life and grow into magical miracles makes me feel as if the whole world was an unknown place; which in other ways is. Feeling as if the world was old news, at times its feels like I've seen it, experienced it before, making me wonder about reencarnation and the possibility of having a passed life! It might sound crazy to believe such things but you can never know whats out there, that has been here before.  To think that you could be a fairies raptured child, or a leprecauns son! Maybe you passed life has been a greek noble person, or in a poets life as I have to to think. What if your life was someone else's but yours at the same time. Thoughts roams through my mind asking me if I could have been the muse of Francesco Pretarch, Laura De Noves, that married woman who he wished was a virgin, un married and free for him to see, falling in love on Good Friday! What if after over 600 years they will finally meet in me and my Love? What if I am her present life showing the love she felt herself and denied! all because her heart was locked up by a fixed marriage since birth for noble peoples cause? what if we are to end unfiinished business we left on passed lives, waiting to finally finish the puzzle for our magical worlds! to have that miracle and have our adventures! and finally then reach the heavens! When our deeds are done and our souls are free. Maybe our lives are something bigger! maybe we are more. Just maybe.

What they say.

They say color eyes are beautiful

When did brown and black become only shadows?

They say the shape of curly hair is gorgeous

When did lines become only strings?

They say perfect features are handsome

When did imperfection become simple?

Is there a cause of our blindness?

Life has a become a fashion 

Unknown to imperfection

Each day getting harder to live

Each minute harder to breathe.

Potential

So, this is my art piece @ SMoCA :)

Laura Favela (b. 1995), Potential, 2011. 

Ceramic, Oil Pastels, 23”l x 17”w x 24”h. 

Student at South Mountain High School.

Weeping Shadows

Silence shares doubt and strength

It shares weakness and pain.

Death of words of shame 

To un-pure beings not divine.

Silence speaks a thousand words

The image of dialogue.

It's only colors black-and-blue.

The shadows weeping in the moon light.

Cores melting by the fire of the sun.

Constellations broken apart

Not by gravity but the brightest star.

Wolves hauling words of truth.

Darkness whispering, plans of distortion.

Forgiveness has absconded.

Affection has departed.

Only time can unfold.

What destiny controls.

Addiction

Every time you come in touch with a bottle, a pipe, a poisonous substance that become part of the count down of your life, ever come to think of what you are doing to yourself or others? What could happen? If one little taste could come to addiction? and what it  causes? I have come to think of it as this poem I wrote during sophomore year, the first time I touched alcohol more than willing to take a sip. 

You walk like an animal

You linger on our wall

Opening your arms to the world

Allowing us to fall.

You break people apart

You dont seem to care

Walking around destroying

The little things we share.

.

Your sweet poison in our blood

Killing the warmth, turning us cold

Making the weak vow to you

Tempting us, our souls are sold.

The Lady in the Green Dress

Ever thought of what you really wanted? and that what ever it is you must make the best of it? I believe this can be achieved by showing who you are and who you want to be, by sharing the beauty of it. Like this poem.




The music plays, everyone dances. 

Beautiful ladies and handsome men

Always sharing dreadful glances. 

But the young lady in the green dress

Oh she shines through the crowd.

Making everyone seem less

Don't seem to make her proud.

Flowing in self-respect

Dancing with a smile on her face

She swears she is there to have fun, 

She has gotten what she wants

With her dangerous killing eyes!

She walks across the dance floor,

In her life she has no worries.

But her magical moves

They tell a thousand stories.

Her reflection shown in every mirror

No errors, no make up smears.

Everyone looks up to her,

Only if they knew of all her fears.

Not a drip of sweat coming from her,

She will hide and she will shine

Until someone dares call her "mine".

She has never spoken of vexation,

Brought by the thought of infatuation.

But she will dance and she will sing.

And she will never be peeved, 

With what her freedom has relieved.