My Eyes


They don’t understand how I think.
Dare to look a bit deeper.
My appearance may fool them.
I put on a smile,
I laugh at their thoughtless jokes,
I put on my mask that surely fools the world.
But not you.
Dressed to impress,
Perfection from head to toe.
Superficial some people might think.
No complexity,
No intelligence,
No soul,
No potential,
No depth,
Living life day by day they say,
No thoughts pondering about the future.
Little do they know that it echoes within me,
A solid whisper.
But you know something others don’t know.
That this is a façade,
A mask I put up so no one can enter.
I’m too complicated for words so I stand silent to their judgment,
But you know the truth.
Deep in my eyes,
You search and you know.
The depth and the power of my soul.
I’m no ordinary person.
You know this,
Only by searching within me.
When my eyes gaze into yours,
You see through the depth of my soul.
There is no where left to hide,
You see me through my eyes.


Seeking Peace

Striving for the best
Wanting things I never thought possible
The pain is too deep to explain
A city that lies in ruins
Tragic but true
So beautiful a city with scars so deep
So deep I can barely speak
We hope for the best, but somehow expect the worst
A city so small yet so divided
Peace is what we seek
However, it is too far to be reached
We want what we can’t have
Striving for the best
We watch and weep for a city that is scarred but still so beautiful
From the cedar trees to the beach
Why is peace so hard to reach?

Life’s Long Love Road

Holding on is hard…
Understatement; it’s heart wrenching
Empty promises are made that bring along false hope
Hearts are broken and the words, “We’ll always stay in touch” echo and pierce through my mind
No one ever stays in touch. It’s just what we say to lessen the pain of going different ways
Plans are made and we take separate paths
That’s how the game of life is played
I dream and hope though your memory will not fade
Holding on is hard…
Letting go is easy
I let go and I’m ready to move on
Still remain the memories
Sorrows and despair are filled deep within me
My heart can’t endure much more
Fragile and sensitive it can’t feel pain anymore
Darkness is what it feels like
As the song goes…
A “total eclipse of the heart”
An endless road only leading me onto the wrong way
A path I have paved myself and traveled much too long…
It’s blurry and I can’t seem to find where I am
Are things a reality or an appearance?
An illusion of the mind? Or perhaps it’s déjà vu?
It’s been going on much too long, yet I still hold on
Soon I will find where I’m going
Why am I traveling down this road again?
Only a crazy person travels the wrong way and expects it will soon be the right way!
Thoughts ponder through my mind…
Madwoman on the loose
I want to turn around and forget it all
Forgive you for all your mistakes
But memories are too vivid
Feelings too strong
Remembering my tears, confusion, humiliation, pain, and time lost and time wasted…
Times when I threw my pride away for a moment in your arms…
My utopia
Nothing could go wrong or so I thought
Mapping out every move, word, and hidden signs
Maybe things fabricated in my mind
Over analyzing to the point of danger
This can’t be in my favor
Letting go can be hard for some people, but hanging on gives me hope
Hope of future plans only the mind can cite
Should I act now and fight?
Fight for a person who begs me to leave their site?
Words have been said and fights have been fought with all might
It’s draining…
Understatement; it absorbs any of the sanity I struggled to keep
After all, society has groomed me to act sanely
It’s exhausting…
Yet another understatement; My body aches from head to toe
You say you care and go
Confusion is keeping me any from lucidity
Giving my all, my deepest and darkest secret
How did I know you would keep it?
To love is hard
To hold on to hate is even harder
Then why love and why hate?
All these emotions I would much rather escape
Emotions are too strong
I need to break free…Not for you or for anyone
Just for me
Like an everlasting sad love song
Playing in my mind repeatedly,
Your memory is there.
Searching for the truth I don’t care to find
The truth I know somehow will leave me blind instead of helping me find the light
The light that shows me how you truly feel
Let me believe what I want
Through our eyes everything is different
Will you be back?
I doubt.
What I felt when you left can’t be defined
And only breaks my heart more with time
This is my life’s love journey
The long road leading me farther, yet closer to the wrong path.

Phenomenal Woman

This is an empowering poem for all women all over the world 
because each woman is phenomenal in her own way.

Phenomenal Woman By Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

A Tear and a Smile

There is always a thin line between the different emotions we have within us. In life, in order to be happy, we must first know how it feels to be sad because that is how we truly know how to experience any kind of happiness or self-fulfillment. A tear can lead to a smile because happiness and sorrow come hand in hand.  Our sorrows in some way purify us and give us understanding of the world we live in.

This is one of my favorite parts from the book called ”a Tear and a Smile” by Khalil Gibran:

I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart
For the joys of the multitude.
And I would not have the tears that sadness makes
To flow from my every part turn into laughter.

I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.

A tear to purify my heart and give me understanding
Of life’s secrets and hidden things.
A smile to draw me nigh to the sons of my kind and
To be a symbol of my glorification of the gods.

A tear to unite me with those of broken heart;
A smile to be a sign of my joy in existence.

I would rather that I died in yearning and longing than that I live Weary and despairing.

I want the hunger for love and beauty to be in the
Depths of my spirit, for I have seen those who are
Satisfied the most wretched of people.
I have heard the sigh of those in yearning and Longing, and it is sweeter than the sweetest melody.

With evening’s coming the flower folds her petals
And sleeps, embracingher longing.
At morning’s approach she opens her lips to meet
The sun’s kiss.

The life of a flower is longing and fulfilment.
A tear and a smile.

The waters of the sea become vapor and rise and come
Together and area cloud.

And the cloud floats above the hills and valleys
Until it meets the gentle breeze, then falls weeping
To the fields and joins with brooks and rivers to Return to the sea, its home.

The life of clouds is a parting and a meeting.
A tear and a smile.

And so does the spirit become separated from
The greater spirit to move in the world of matter
And pass as a cloud over the mountain of sorrow
And the plains of joy to meet the breeze of death
And return whence it came.

The Road Not Taken

Every now and then we are faced with crossroads in our lives. We are left still, not knowing which path to take or which path is the right path. Life can do that to you. Just taking the initiative to make that decision and choosing a path to take is half the battle. In the end, life will take you where ever you choose to go. Sometimes, a little inspiration can help you along the way.

Maybe Robert Frost is right. Maybe if you take the road less traveled, that will make all the difference…

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.