Remember?

Memories are some of the most special things we can have and cherish without having to spend too much money if any at all on them. And most of the time they are priceless. Even some of the not so pleasant memories turn into cherished memories over time. Below is one of my memories:

Remember?

Dancing in the light of the candles from our room…
Another wonderful memory for the lonely nights to come
Nothing can make me forget what you gave me
In the wonderful years we’ve been together.
Everything reminds me of your wet kisses
Left in place of my heart.
And that night in my room.
Remember?
Never believed this could happen to us…
Dreaming about everything we lived together
My body really close to yours
And our heartbeats messing up.
Remember?
In the heat of the night we stayed like this
And my eyes were full of tears
“Nothing happened,” said I
“too much happiness when I’m with you.”
And your eyes smiled and your lips kissed my tears.

from a different perspective

I wrote this poem one day when I was at home with my baby girl. The twist is that I've tried to write it from my husband's perspective.

My life

I’m sitting alone in my room
I have half of my things packed
Three more weeks and I’m going home
And I’m still trying to figure out where that is.
My girl tells me home’s where your heart is
And I know she is right
But what do you do when you have
People you care about
In two parts of the world at one time?

There used to be a time when I thought
I had it all: a wife and two kids and a life
But little of it it was true and I chose to give up.

I now thank you Lord for the second chances in life
I never lost hope and knew if I tried
I could be happier than most of my life.

I now have a wife some people don’t like
And one of the reasons is that she is white.
She gave me a child, a little baby girl
May God keep them healthy till I see them all.

My kids from Jamaica are waiting for us
They like my new woman
And that’s surely a plus.
I promised them all will live in a house
So God give me strength to fulfill it this life.

We don’t have many things, me and my wife
Except for the Lord, three kids and our lives
And we thank each day for the day that we met
And live our lives trying to have no regrets.

Alone again

Sometimes we are alone for too long and we have loneliness as our company. Other times, we are involved in a relationship for so long that we forget how it feels to be alone and we long for some alone time. I for one, don't like to be alone for too long and I don't like to be away from my family for too long. However, life is not always as I want it to be and so I had to learn how to be alone for a few months and then together with my family again. The following poem was originally written in Romanian by my mother, but she let me translate it to English and change it in any way I wanted. I did not change too much, but added the last four lines. Here is the result:

Alone again

I am alone again,
And counting steps and counting leaves
And counting faces... and everything's the same.
None of them old, none of them new.

I am alone again,
And counting flakes and counting stars
And counting dreams... and everything's the same.
None of them old, none of them new.

I am alone again,
And counting days and counting years
And counting torn leaves from a calendar
And everything's the same.

I am alone again,
And counting nights and counting days
And counting hours that I lived without you
And everything's the same.

trying to keep up

I try to keep posting on both blogs, but it looks like  can only do it during the week. I am losing about three hours every day on the road, going to and back from work. Unfortunately there is no way to avoid this because if I am driving I have to pay attention to the road and if I am taking the bus it's very crowded and safer not to take even your phone out.Anyways, I have another poem for you today.

Let me

Let me love you
One more time
One more night
Forever.

Let me show you
How I love you.

Let my lips kiss yours
Let my arms caress you
Let my body follow yours
Let me be one with you
One more time
One more night
Forever.

Let me tell you our story
Like everybody else’s
With up-and-downs
But still our story.

Let me show you
How I changed all the bad in me.
Let me be with you
Let me feel your presence
Let me wonder through your dreams
And try to make them true.

Let me tell you a story
A story about us: YOU and ME
A story with happy ending
Or better yet
Let me live the story with you.

And until you decide what to do
Let me just love you
One more time
One more night
Forever.

Promises

How many times do we make promises we cannot keep or make promises and break them? I am not saying I cannot keep a promise, but sometimes the reasons why a promise is not fulfilled do not depend entirely on me. I know I am not the only ones who make bigger promises sometimes, but truth is if I am not 10% sure I can deliver the promise I always promise to try to make the promise happen and not just only promise the thing away.

Anyways, for today I have a new poem for you. One I wrote while in university - it is there were I wrote most of my poems and creative writing; and it is always when I am sad that i get a pen and paper and start scribbling. So it is better for me not to write any new poems.;)

I promised myself

I promised myself

I won't get involved anymore

I promised myself

I won't care about anyone

I promised myself

to learn how to be selfish

and insensitive

I promised myself

to be strong and elusive

I promised myself

not to cry for you anymore

I promised myself

so many things

and failed to keep these promises

even to myself.

And in the end I promised myself

to stop promising

things that I cannot do

and promised to be the way I am:

getting involved in things I want to

caring about you

and above all I promised myself

to be the way I am forever

and find me someone who can appreciate

me the way I am.

That was the promise I made to myself.

I promised myself

to stop caring

to stop crying

to stop getting involved

I promised myself

to stop giving my heart away

to stop thinking about "what if"-s

to stop listening to what others say

I promised myself

these and much more...

I promised myself

never to get hurt again

I promised myself

to try and understand the world.

But first I promised myself

to take everything slowly

step by step

until I can learn to keep

the promises I make to myself.

Photography 101

Definitely time for some photos now after so many poems. I am not sure which photo to post first or what category, but you will be able to see lots of photos of flowers, places, abstract, details and even some people. Pushing the camera lens in front of unknown people is something I am not sure I'd be able to do since I myself like privacy and think everybody has the right to it - so most of the people in the photos are people I know or asked for permission to take a picture with. As with my creative writing, if there is a story behind a photo and I remember it, i will share it with you. If there's not too much writing, just enjoy the photos and leave a comment if you feel like it. Thank you!

Flowers - part 1

Today I am going to let you see and smell some flowers from around the world. It's still not spring everywhere in the world, so it's pretty difficult to smell the flowers, but let your imagination run wild. Enjoy!

A.M.

One night, while I was still in university, I could not sleep - heart aches always keep me awake and get me thinking or make me get a pen and paper and write. This is the result of that particular night, a poem called a.m..

a.m.

    2am
    I am alone in my room
    Music keeps me company.
    My life passes through my mind.
    No roommates tonight,
    Don't know where they are.
    They cannot replace you.
    We talk every day.
    2 people
    In 2 different countries
    And the phone between us.
    Right now we have a relationship over the phone
    That became part of us.
    We both work a lot
    And days pass by quicker,
    But I miss you so much.
    "I love you" you tell me every day
    I reply even though your love
    Is so much stronger than mine.
    Sometimes I feel I don't deserve you.

    3am
    I cannot sleep
    I'm still thinking about you
    You'll come visit in 2 weeks,
    And I can hardly wait to see you.
    I miss you arms around me.
    I miss you lips on mine.
    I miss your body next to mine.

Blog return

It's been a long time since I posted on this blog, but now I finally get the chance to do so. If you ever checked my other blog Mariance's corner, you know by now why I was not online for so many months and what happened in my life lately. If you did not visit my other blog, I will tell you on short that I've moved from Romania to Jamaica and I had to take care of a lot of things before getting hooked to the internet again and writing on my blogs. Now I have an almost full time job and when I get home I sometimes have to do homework with my little one and always have to spend time with her... so blogging is pretty much last on my list, but I will try not to let such long breaks again.

Ok, enough talking about my life. Here is another poem I wrote when I was younger:

Exact science 

Us.
You and me.
As simple as 1 + 1 in math.
Or maybe just as complicated.

Us
Like 2 colors
Black and white
But if we mix them
Do we get gray?
And in what percentages?

Us
4 years between us.
The ideal difference some say.

Us
3 weeks since I last saw you
And I miss you so much…

Us
1 day since I talked to you on the phone
Few hours till you call again.

Us
As precise and exact as math
Always dealing with numbers,
Always getting the same result:
2.

Us
2 people madly in love
2 hearts that beat for each other
2 souls that found themselves.

Us
Forever together
Until infinity.