The Opinionated Writer

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The Opinionated Writer

-Much Love
Cristina Marrero

Breath of Life

Feel that sensation of inspiration.
It runs through your veins,
Seeps from your soul,
Flows through you like a river.

Feel that surge of adrenaline.
Pumping through your heart,
Surging through your body,
Pushing you to new limits.

Feel the rush of freedom!
No one can constrain you;
Total freedom to explore,
Complete freedom to be.

Feel the rush of jubilation.
Step on stage,
Stand before the crowd,
It's your moment.
Control your emotion,
Breath in the life,
Then you speak.

Nothing like the stage.
Nothing like that momentary spot light.
For the first time in a long time,
I am alive.

Longing Epiphany

Wanting.
Wanting nothing.
Wanting Everything.
A world in chaos.
A world at peace.
Wanting something, anything, nothing.
Wanting life.
Wanting an Epiphany.

The Tempest of Hope

When the storm winds blow and thunder crashes through the windy air,
Know it is not the end.
Though the seas may storm, tossing you into a new unknown direction...
Never fear.
While you may be blind to where you are going,
The seas will take you where you need to be.
There will be many roads to travel, and many tempests to face.
Sometimes, you need to go through where you have been
In order to find where you were always meant to be.

Surrender

I am so tired of this fight.
I give up, I surrender.
You win and I give in.
I control nothing,
You control all.

The days are long,
The nights seem endless,
The mornings are horrendous.
I control nothing,
You control all.

This pain is profound,
I try to understand,
I find my answer.
I control nothing,
You control all.

I give up!
I give in...
I surrender to your mercy,
I control nothing,
You control all.

I am tired of the solving.
I am tired of the race.
I am tired of all this emotional drain.
I control nothing,
You control all.

I forgive her for hurting,
Fine, I will let go.
I am so tired of fighting.
I control nothing,
You control all.

I know there is a reason.
I know there is another door.
I know there is more.

But letting go,
Losing control
Giving in,
Searching for hope,
Believing in a dream,
Having faith for another day more.
It is just so hard to believe in hope
When faith is fading thin,
And the time between doors
Seems so bloody dark
With no one to help you in.

I am tired of this fight.
I am tired of this journey.
I just want to know...
I control nothing,
You control all.

I hate uncertainty.
You give situations
In which I can be strong.
The days grow long,
my strength grows thin.
I control nothing.
You are all I have left to believe in.

My Run Away Girl

My run away girl,
Where did you go?
I do not want anyone else.
I am staying on my own.
I do not trust anymore.
There are walls here not in existence before.

My run away girl
Did not wish to grow.
When adult responsibility set in,
A more serious relationship was about to begin,
And the actualization of true, unconditional love understood--
She became frightened.
For the second time,
My run away girl left me behind
With only tracks of dust from her running soles
Left in my line of sight.

I have been privy to seeing
The woman my run away girl is afraid to be.
One day, she will have to grow.
One day, she will learn
Love is not the equivalent of momentary entertainments,

But a lifetime of love for the truth of a soul.

Unfortunately for me,
At this point in our lives,
We are not meant for eternity.
And my run away girl
will only continue to run and hide.

My run away girl,
You do not want to let yourself love or be loved.
You do not want what is real.
Everything must be simple and to the point.
No fights,
No worries,
Always happy,
Never mess.

My run away girl,
You do not see the truth.
Life is not a fairytale.
There is no such thing as perfection.
Love will never be easy.
Truth will always be subjective.
People will never meet your expectations of perfection,
But imperfection is not a bad property.
Imperfections are what make our species beautiful.
Even in tragedy there can be beauty seen.

I will never be good enough for my run away girl.
She wishes perfection,
A mind reader,
A love where never a foul word is heard.

I will never be good enough
For the girl with whom I fell in love.
My run away girl will keep on running
Until the soles of her tired feet
Finally give out.

The War of My Mind

It was not the right time,
Nor was it the right place.
We need to grow.
We need to learn how to communicate.

Something is holding me close to you.
An anchor on my heart keeps me from moving forward.
Words from a promise I once spoke,
“I will never leave you behind.”

A struggle between my heart and my mind.
Do I stay, or do I go?
I wonder if there will come a day
When we can be together again.

“Maybe one day I will want more.”
The words you spoke.
I know I deserve more than this,
But I love you.

Why does a ring determine one’s devotion?
Why does a silly ceremony determine unconditional commitment?
There was a ring of sorts.
I made a vow of devotion to a woman I loved.

Do I stay or do I go?
Either way I must continue to live.
Assumptions, mistakes made and points of frustration.
It was not a falling out of love.

The issues were workable.
The romance was just dormant.
I wanted to go out as well.
I wanted to bring back the life to our love.

I had limitations and a hard time.
There was only so much I could do.
I wanted to dance the world with you.

Movies,
Swing,
A night on the town,
A day at the beach,
Maybe a trip to another town.

As for the other,
It was not needed.
I wanted to just walk with you
At whatever pace you wanted.
As long as I could walk near you,
I would have been content.

I may not be a good dancer,
But I was willing to watch
Or even join in.
If I made a fool of myself
I would have been yours.
A proud fool I would have been.

There was so much I wanted to share,
So much I wanted to discuss.
If I was quite,
It was because I had everything on my mind.

I think to much,
I did not want you to get scared away.
I quieted down the thoughts in my head.
So many questions and discussions we could have had.
I was trying to make you happy, so I stopped being who I am.

The irony is,
If I had been me,
You would have stayed.

Myself was the person you were first attracted too.
Why I changed will never be fully understood,
But I wish we had another shot at what we had.
Slowing down, and just enjoying each other’s company again.
I miss my friend.
I miss my girl.
I miss what we had before the “other” came into the picture
Ruining everything we had planned.

We were good before that time.
We went to fast,
And now you have left me behind.

My mind is at war.
I told you I would be your Shilloh.
Through think and thin,
For better or worst.

How am I better than the others if I walk away?
I just want to sweep you off your feet
The way I did way back when.

The nature trail,
Our clearing.
I miss what we had,
And I think we could have it again.

Maybe one day you will see me for who I really am
And not the one you assume me to be.
In the mean while I am trapped in this war of my mind.

Do I walk away totally from the woman I love?
Why does a ring make it ok to stay devoted even when the other is gone?
Why does a ring decide devotion till the end?
It’s a confusing war of questions,
There are no answers.

I just want you to let me love you again,
I just want you to look at me with that look of love
That look of happiness,
That look of never letting go.

I just want to be happy again.
Happy with you,
Happy with me,
But the world tells me
You will never come back to me.

Why is it so hard to let you go?
This war of questions is beginning to take its toll.

Moon Lit Dream

[This poem is rather old, but its a nice break from the recent depressing stuff. =0)]


Somtimes at night,
When the sun has set,
I look to the moon and find
My energy spent.

I look to the sky
The stars, far and wide,
I wonder why
You are not by my side.

I wonder why,
Does the moon lit sky,
Boarder the path,
To my undying light.

The love I hold,
For you, so far away,
Makes me wonder why,
The moon lit sky,
Must stand in our way.

Somtimes at night,
When my heart aches,
I pray to the heavens
We will find our way

Two paths, two roads,
One day will join again
And no longer will the sky
Stand between our lover's lane.

Do not fear,
For this tide shall pass
The wind filled currants fade

But like the sea,
My love flows deep.
No ocean, tide, or moon lit sky
Will keep me from
The love of my life.

One day our skys will meet
Our oceans join,
The music flow in perfect harmony.

I long for the day,
I see your face,
We lie in peace,
And gaze at our moon lit dream.