Tanto

Tantos sentimientos encontrados 

Primero por él 

Porque siempre pensaba en el 

En su amor 

En su olor 

En el calor que emite su cuerpo cada vez que se abrazan 

Pero no se conocen, por lo menos no del todo 

Tan solo de saludos largos con abrazos que no quieren que se acaben 

Pero igual hay algo 

Algo que ella siente cuando lo ve

Algo que la atrae 

Que la mantiene ahi 

Pensando en el…

No es para nada cursi

Mas bien es extraño 

Cada vez que se acerca, ella lo siente 

Sin que nadie le diga nada 

Ella lo sabe 

Y se pregunta ‘y él? que siente por mí?

Será que él también la siente?

Sin necesidad de mensajes, sin necesidad de llamadas?

Será que él también anticipa su llegada?

No se sabe 

Con el tiempo se han alejado 

Pero solo en cuerpo 

Porque ella no lo puede evitar 

Cada vez que intenta evadir sus recuerdos 

Aparecen y la atrapan como si fuera una tela de araña 

Suave, dócil pero fuerte 

Entonces ella se pierde 

En sus pensamientos sin saber que será 

Sin saber que hacer 

Si dar un paso con otro sin poderlo olvidar 

Esperando y pensando que tal vez mas adelante

El destino los vuelva encontrar….

Bionica

Game of Thrones

Through out its run on HBO, I never took the time to watch an episode of the epic show Game of Thrones. The one show that made so many headlines and people said it was the absolute best. So I took my time and actually watched all 73 episodes after the last episode of the series aired. I heard so many things about the ending that was supposed to be the worst and even came across a petition asking to rewrite the last season.
This petition has more signatures than I could have imagined. If so many people put as much effort into this rewrite towards education and recycling, things may be a little better around the world-but that is a story for another day...
So I saw this show and although it was great and the effects, costumes, actors...everything was good I think we are all entitled to say what we feel about it. It was very well put together and a definite favorite among many at least until 'the end' that so many people complained about.
Yet I cannot understand what all this fuss is about. People are mad that a fictional character with a bad temper and low tolerance to different opinions aside from her's what killed off on a show and saying that the writers are bad. Um hello? Watching the series you learn that as in life, not everything will go as we planned and as in life, you also know that it's not right to have an egotistical person in power.
As soon as I saw the Tarly's get burned alive for refusing to bend the knee my grand affection for Daenerys changed a little because that was just brutal. The woman went off to burn innocent people and do away with an entire city and people are complaining about this?
OMG what is wrong with the world? The writers did an excellent job and putting the seasons together from beginning to end and it's just pretty sucky to know that people are complaining about this the way they are.
On behalf of 'people' I apologize to the amazing writers that did not let the dragon lady keep burning people at a whim. Jon Snow was able to return to the north and the night king was defeated. What more could viewers ask for after all that happened?
Cersei was gone at least so she couldn't control people in her favor either. These 2 women were fighting each other and yet were similar, gnawing for the throne so that they could say what goes.
At least Bran will know to show mercy when needed.
So thank you again for the amazing work and to the people with their panties in a bunch, thank goodness that they are not ruling anyone–or so I hope...
Bionica

Don't kiss me

When they said goodbye

He didn’t try to kiss her 

He didn’t try to move his face closer to her’s when he leaned in 

He didn’t try to aim, go in and kiss 

He simply looked her in the eyes and said ‘we should do this again sometime’ 

And she couldn’t agree more 

She had such a nice time 

The conversation was good and she liked what he had to say 

She enjoyed hearing him go on about how the body is a temple 

She enjoyed hearing him talk about how he loves being able 

To give people the gift of a beautiful memory etched on forever on their skin 

He was just different 

He was open and thoughtful 

He didn’t care to hide anything 

He just expressed what he felt 

And she was able to be herself 

Her childish, wild extra self and he didn’t mind 

He accepted her as she was 

He must have seen something in her that many missed 

And she liked that 

She like that a lot…

Bionica

Non Date

I don’t know if it was a date

Because, what dictates if something is a date?

Why can’t it just be called an outing with a friend 

Perhaps during the first outing we just flirt and hope to say sweet nothings 

But no, not on the first rendezvous 

Something must be left for the next time…

And so on this first not date we sat down and talked 

About so many things I was surprised and pleasantly taken aback 

It was the first time in a long time that the conversation was so good 

In the sense that it was clear 

We talked about life, religion and health 

No romance at all

And it was nice 

It was nice to simply talk without trying to flirt 

It was nice to have an intelligent conversation 

Without someone trying to lay a hand on my thigh 

And when we said goodbye 

There was no kiss on the lips 

It was simple and open 

An I hope to see you soon because this was nice 

Because this was fun

I liked it so much that if it doesn’t happen again 

I wouldn’t be able to despair 

Because for the first time in a long time, I’m not left wondering 

I’m not left out to think about the what if’s 

I simply think about what happened and how nice it was

Accepting the present and enjoying the moment 

And I have him to thank for that…

Bionica

Slave

A slave to my mother 

She carried me for months regardless if she was ready to or not 

And when I was ready, I made my way, not thinking of the pain she was feeling in the process 

Rather selfish now that I think of it, but it was all I knew 

Myself within her, breathing through her, communicating through her 

Everything through her 

It became her duty to teach me everything she wanted me to know 

It became her duty to mold me into the person she wanted to be 

But somewhere along, she lost her way 

She lost sight of what was best 

She lost sight of what was needed 

Having knowledge of what she did, she made a conscious effort to set it all aside 

Things were going to change 

Things were going to be different 

She would not be like the others 

And neither would I 

She constantly made note that all she did was for me 

To become independent and stand on my own 

To make my way in the world without the need of her as my crutch 

But it was not so 

She was too hurtful, she caused too much pain 

All that she knew was falsely intertwined 

It was a love to pretend 

A love of the self and for the self 

But not of health 

The teachings meant to be good and full 

Were in reality frayed like the edges of fabric 

Stemming from the same place and opening up in a direction that leads nowhere 

If pulled it would for sure break down the home from which it came 

But to go out all alone would be suicide 

Throwing a snip of thread to get lost in nothingness 

Similar to what she taught me 

That I had to go go go but whenever I tried tried tried 

She would pull me back and tear some more telling asking if I saw what I was doing to her 

Breaking her down repeatedly with my bad behavior 

It had all become a tug of war 

One in which each tug in which ever direction was enough to throw everything in a frenzy 

As I learned more and more I realized that all of which she wanted, was not for me, but perhaps for her 

She was quite conscious of what made her feel 

Losing all notion of anyone else 

Losing sight of what was right and what may be intelligent 

Her grace was enough to teach you a little but not enough so that you would always have to go back 

But if you happened to ask, well then you would never know 

Why should she teach you? Why would she tell you anything?

At any given point in time you should know what she didn’t tell you 

At any given point in time, you would move forward and then have to pull back 15 steps 

Because you didn’t know where you were going 

It gave her glee to know she was pulling the strings and she would hold me back 

With confusing kindness to shield me away from all that would hurt 

To ensure that I would stay 

To ensure that I would lose sight of any necessary tool to go away 

To make sure that I knew nothing beyond what she taught me 

And only seek what she could show me

Personal Space

It never occurred to her to simply ask someone ‘hey can I drive’

Because it just wasn’t her place 

She was one that understood and liked boundaries 

The thought of personal space gave her the feels 

Respectable distances a thing that she very much enjoyed 

And somehow, there were so many people out there who had no understanding of this 

People that felt completely comfortable going attempting to take her keys 

With the intention of driving her car 

She saw it as a sort of insult to her capacity and complete violation of her space 

This is something that is hers 

How can someone just feel like ‘yea I’m going to completely disregard you and make this mine’

How can someone think this is ok to do to someone else 

When they would clearly make it very evident that if the roles were reversed

The would make sure it would not happen 

Consideration for others has been lost 

It’s the bad kind of selfishness in which a person cares not to learn and observe 

How others may be affected by what they do 

It has become the ‘Time of Me’

And she wasn’t going to sit around for it 

Understanding that she would stand alone 

She already began making her way in solitude…

Bionica 

Just 2

There they were, 2 girls in a coffee shop 

Trying to figure out their lives while drinking a coffee and a hot chocolate 

With 2 half eaten muffins on plastic plates 

Could it be more cliché?

Maybe…

But they talked about everything and nothing at the same time 

Such as how sometimes it’s best to be alone 

If those around you aren’t on the same wavelength 

Well it just means you have to keep on swimming 

They also talked about vibrators and soap when she gifted her friend a 

Portable charger with an Ayurvedic soap 

It was small, pink and pretty 

So the inevitable hiccup giggles came out 

A little soap for the prés a V hahaha 

It was about the jokes that made light of those life experiences 

That could sometimes be too much to handle 

Like the fact that after so much time she still didn’t know where she stood 

She wasn’t sure where she was going 

She wasn’t as lost as she was freshman year of college in a brand new campus 

Because this time she knew what she didn’t want 

But she still had a long way to go to find her way 

The home situation wasn’t that great either 

Not because she was misunderstood, but because no one tried to understand 

To speak her language was an ineffable thought 

Why would anyone dare to make an effort to know something that didn’t involve them?

We only live in a world with billions of people 

To learn more about them to be able to communicate better?

Well now, who does that?

No one at home

No one at home cared to see beyond their 2 hands 

Beyond their world and their cloud 

And that was the problem 

She would never be able to go forward when those around her 

Would constantly work to pull her back…

It was time

To let go without turning back 

Bionica