the law of Attraction

says that you become and attract, what you want and see. In essence, "thoughts become things". If you're a negative person who thinks nothing but negative thoughts, you will keep attracting negative people, accidents, failures, etc. into your life. There's a sweeter option and that's positivity. If you know what you want, ask for it. Focus and really desire it. Say it to yourself and to the universe. Believe in it enough and eventually you will receive it.

Since the things that we believe manifest themselves as emotions, it's important to sort out and proportion the things we feel. Our feelings play an important role in the measure of our individual successes and therefore, happiness, inner peace, love, gratitude, connections and relationships should be deepened. However, our main focus should always be ourselves. When you take care of your spiritual and mental being, you come into a vibrant wavelength of opportunities and energies. You attract what you want.

"Your thoughts and your feelings create your life."

The universe is a gentle giant and not enough people take care of it. We live stressed at a quickened pace. We are mostly hot tempered and quick to judge. What the universe needs is happiness and we are the first to reap the benefits. It's easier to be reckless and careless than to actually think about what we genuinely desire for ourselves, afraid that we will never achieve or receive it. I'm the first to admit that I underestimate myself.

Faith is not only a good virtue to have, but a good feeling too. Faith, can be defined as "confidence or trust in a person or thing". If we have faith in ourselves, we can accomplish promising things and be in love with ourselves. It brings along a romance that you have on your own, growing greater the communication and trust in yourself! It's the most important relationship you will ever have.

There's a creative process behind it, but it's easy because it is desirable to us. I believe one of the most important things to create is a habit. We need to habituate ourselves to thinking and believing in a brighter light. With practice, our positive thoughts should come as naturally as breathing.

"You create your own universe as you go along." -Winston Churchill

And you are living it, today, tomorrow and until you die. Why not make it what you want?

tiger lilies

we're changing stages in our lives. we're tackling and taking on new challenges. as difficult as it is t do this for yourself and on your own, we're a support team.

we'll take this challenge and conquer it. our equal change of a beautiful metamorphosis in our lives, right before our eyes.

together, we will flourish.

my honey blossom, tiger eyes, docile and dominant man, you love to keep me awake and put me to sleep.

love cats

you wandered around me.
you wondered about me.
you sniffed me out
and you liked me.

i was curious.

we trotted about for weeks,
like alley cats.

you nuzzled and i'd claw.
this drove you wild
and the chase grew greater.

one day, i stopped.
i looked into your tiger eyes
and i fell in love.

your fingers enveloped my heart.

now i sit on your lap
like a ticking bomb,
filled with emotions.

your tiger eyes are sadder than ever.
but one day soon,
we will be happily ever after.

when I think I've heard it all
you say another,
again.

those perfect full lips
tell me everyday
'I love you'.

I want to be everything for me
and everything for you.
I want to live with you,
in you, be with you, breathe you,
live you, love you, laugh
and again, breathe you.

I adore you.

It's simple at it's best.
It's best in it's simplest.

As much as I want to put in into beautiful words
you leave me ever-so-speechless.

When I think I've felt it all,
there you go again.
The warmth of your breathe in my ear.

"Te amo"

mud and rust

the rain suddenly started.
it started to cry for me.

all of those tears that I held back
now pouring on endlessly...
bubbling with emotion,
what I attempt to control inside.

it soothes the heat,
the saddened plants,
thankful for this overflow
from the sky

Nature can express
this sentimental drought.

she takes the lead from my heart
and goes on as to not tempt me
into what I should not do.
she takes this as her duty
to relieve me of my demons.

my demons float on by
like puffy gray clouds in the sky.

I need not worry,
they are so transient.
they'll linger no more
than five minutes.

rain, rain, stray away
is the only way my mind
can keep my anger at bay.

"one day you'll write me something"

summer tangerine wedges
exploding juiciness
in my warm mouth
sweet citrus

refreshing tangerine wedges
make for your juice
you don't notice but think
'this is sweeter than usual'

--

summer is for rainstorms
and
you are for loving

during storms
with
walls blocking the wind
you
make love to me beneath
sheets

throughout the night
heat
your skin softly breathes
i
adorn your back
with
my fingertips

and our morning kiss
after
the tempest
makes
my toes wiggle
and
with no need for storms
we
do it over again

--

if your problems were clouds
I'd eat them for lunch
and while I sleep
they'd storm at night

your permanence
your eternalness,
you bright blue
you wonderful sky, you

there's no other
for me.

fireflies/fire flys

i am into you.

you come and--and
you undo me
entirely

like tightly wound up
paper curls,
your breath unravels me
into waves
of rippling heat

your skin touches mine
paralyzing my body

decadent and salty
i succumb to such a delicious
and warm taste
an addictive treat
that leaves me yearning

your desires are my fantasy

my joyous creature
you monster
no less than wild
is your pleasant torture

how controlling
or in a dominant synch
we may be

your sweat
all
over
me

my knights night

The drive home that night was silent, at least, silence remained in the car. Traffic whooshed by echoing within me. The radio was off and the dashboard gleamed bright blue. In my mind, confusion tried to sort out other emotions. It was a feeling of fading, like light deeper into the night.

I felt as if I no longer belonged to myself, all together, mind, body--empty. So what is this feeling of fulfillment? To what do I owe this mysterious, vaguely perceptive feeling?

I stared blankly out the windshield, driven. The route home was usual and automatic, driven dozens of times. I pressed the button to lower the window and let in some air. It was an attempt at having the speedy breeze wake me from my thoughts. I was empty; just filled with noise and gibbering murmurs.

It had been five minutes since I had left. Company at his house that night was quiet and observant. He so usually acts this way leaving me in a wonderment. What is going through that mind of his? I felt that he held back on so much that needed to be said. Perhaps his unspoken words needed nesting in my vacant mind. Was I trying to figure out what he wouldn't say? No...

I, myself, had to organize feelings, unsure of what was in stock. From some time ago I began to lose myself and let go of a rope that was securing my heart. It was now that I came to my senses, breaking free for air. I was fully submerged and hadn't noticed until I had already drowned.


***

"I just feel that I no longer have a guard up with you..."
"But isn't that what love is about?"
"Yeah... I guess you're right. I'm just afraid of being hurt again."
"You're so cynical. One of the many things I love about you."

His rationality breaking barriers that the logical minds shouldn't. He makes perfect sense.

retrieved

Querida Tierra,

I long for 5 cent gummies and walks over old brick streets. I long for some real cold weather and hot chocolate. I long for the 20 minute train ride and the not-so-big city life. I long for sunflower seeds and simple strolls at the park. I long for roasted chestnuts rolled up in newspaper cones. I long for late dinners and later curfews. I long for red wine with my every meal and I long for hash joints. I long for simplicity and genuine friends. I long for pedestrian filled streets where menus hang out of bars, written in chalk, using the finest font. I long for apple cider in the summer and rocky beaches, too. I long for the life I had then, but I long it without you.

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People are like sunflower seeds. Take them peeled or peel them yourself.

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Hidden is the hole that you bare and wear and have no other choice because it’s there. And rules, my good friend, are written to be followed. Had you known any better, you wouldve read the manual: a heart beats to be broken. And art is hung up on the wall, not looking into your eyes. But after cups of coffee in between your sheets and some time ago, you noticed, I noticed, we stopped caring. During your temporary absence, I always found you tangible. Slight static slowly sunk into my ears and I’d tune into you. I read it somewhere: You no longer supplement my existence.

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The sun casts upon me a beautiful light and a beautiful spell.

(Eyes shut, Rays in.)

Before me shines this positively, motivational moving color. The brightest of oranges and pinks, kissing my eyelids. Caught in a slow chase, they move lazily. Warm like a bed of flowers sunbathing.

My fingers play a tune to the the Wind and he follows causing a chill, my mouth now curving into laughter. And on my lips, in the shape of slits, lies sin.

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The sound of rain is so tranquil. The sight of it can be mesmerizing. As it hits the ground I’m reminded of salt shakers. It can smell like cool wet asphalt or like freshly dampened dirt, depending on where you are on this Earth.

There’s a child in me, an impulsive, irrational little being, that wants to go out and run in the rain. Not only run, but jump from puddle to puddle. Spring up with all my might and SPLASH! right back down to the ground. The rain feels cold and alive. I’m reminded that I’m a warm blooded being while beginning to catch Nature’s blissful kisses with my tongue. She loves us and we know this. This is her way of being gentle with us.