Sunday, October 24, 2010

Again


You rebuke me.
With my head down,
prudently I nod.
Not because I want to
Not because I like to
I just stay quite so that the discussion ends...
But even like that,
it keeps on going
over and over
giving more wood to the fire.
And we embark on this once again.
This is slovenly,
stupid,
somber.
You say that I'm audacious,
that I should be conscientious
and all the problems would end, only
if I change.
It rankles me,
and it all gathers in my chest
profusely
like a bunch of wrinkled paper
each word bringing more,
overflowing.
If it was for me I would tell you,
but you'll take it wrongly,
I know,
like most of what I say...
You have no inkling that maybe I do care,
care about our problems,
That maybe I try to work them...
You're quite lackadaisical.
I feel that slowly this pilfers the little pieces
of our relationship...
Ruining it,
Damaging it,
affecting us.
It's hard for me,
It's hard for you.
I want it to be serene,
I want it to be better...
I'm not willing to keep up with it,
Are you?

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Holden


Bitter,
critical,
not-caring.
Loosing the game:
kicked out.
Occupied parents,
brother in hollywood,
and he is just there,
with no one to turn to.
Bird in a cage,
too lazy to come out
too much himself to care.
All alone,
it's him
and his book
in his own black
world.
Searching for a goddamn goodby,
finally leaving these
phonies.
What will he do next?
It's not worth to care.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Kissed by an Angel- Book Review

Elizabeth Chandler does a magnificent job with its heart breaking romantic suspenseful trilogy Kissed by an Angel, consisting of The Power of Love and Soulmates as the two other books. The story is about the protagonist’s life after her dramatic death of her lovable boyfriend, Tristan, as he tries to reconnect with her as a ghost. After the car accident, Ivy thought she had lost everything even her faith in angels, they hadn’t help to save Tristan, so they were just figments of her imagination… But what she didn’t know was that maybe the incident wasn’t really an accident, and that Tristan wasn’t completely gone, he was angel! And he had the mission to find out what was going on…

Gregory –Ivy’s stepbrother—had become really close with Ivy during the rough times because he knew how she felt, he recently had lost his mom –suicide. Everything started to mix up when a person attacked Ivy for two times, she was perplexed not knowing who would’ve wanted to hurt her. She began to feel very insecure and unsafe, because of the attacks and because she didn’t have her absolute source to turn to, her angels. As time went by, thieves started to come up… There was Eric (the alcoholic and drug abuser friend of Gregory), there was Gregory as well, after she found weird papers on his room, and Will, the most confusing one. He had drawn once in the restaurants an angel with Tristan face, Ivy took it very offensive, and got mad but when she looked into her eyes, he saw a certain sparkle that reminded her of Tristan and made her kind of fall in love. Soon enough Tristan learns that the person responsible for the accident was after Ivy… Could he be able to cross the boundaries between life and death to warn his Ivy?

The plot starts off very romantic, with Ivy and Tristan. But as chapters go on suspense starts to fill in. There were many parts in which you were drawn into the story not wanting to stop, because of the third person point of view was very easy to understand the characters and get to know them. Elizabeth Chandler gives a very original theme involving angels, true love and average teenagers. This is the type of story that you always let you wondering and would get you to fall in love with the story. However, there were some parts during the middle as it got to the climax that got really slow, I read because I knew that something big was going to happen but sometimes it took too long. But still, it was worth waiting.

During the story we see the many changes in Ivy, obviously because she had been through a lot, starting with her boyfriend who she was in love with, to her attacks. While we get a peek to her life and see her relations with her friends. What completes it enough to make a interesting story plot is the struggle of her boyfriend trying to contact her as a ghost and trying to make her believe in angels again after she had lost her faith completely.

In conclusion, I think of this book being very original. I liked the way the author wrote some parts as if it had been obvious that it was going to happen, so that in the next event she came up with an action that the reader wasn’t expecting. I would recommend this book for people who are interested in love, suspense and lots of action. Get ready to fall in love!

Sunday, October 3, 2010

My Father


Is a the wall that protects,

The instruments that brings close,

The problem solver button.


My father is the animal instinct,

A wolf; a lion,

The king of the jungle.


My father is my sage advisor,

The one that tells me

whether the things are

Right or wrong

Whether to choose

That lane or the other.


His the lifebelt.

Always there,

tighten to me

just in case

something happens,

So that it saves me,

Looking to see if I fall

to stand me up.


His a hugger.

Always with his arms

Wide open,

And a smile,

Giving me

warmth.


Because of him,

I know the right answer.

Because of him,

I know what is the right side.

Because of him,

I've learned my lessons.

Because of him,

I am this person today.



My father is

strong

ambitious

traditional,

a perfectionist.



When things go wrong,

he deals with it,

he goes through the problem

without any fear,

without getting mad,

without stopping to loving me.

He is strong.



My father is one person that I admire,

and I would stand by his side

forever.


Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Confession Tuesday- Dentist


I must confess that I like (more like love) going to the dentist. Weird, I know. But for me, there is no way to hate it. Going to the dentist means checking braces, checking braces means one step up to teeth being ready, and teeth ready means BRACES OFF <3.
Maybe I'm just over reacting, but it gets pretty boring to have braces for a year. A year of coming out ugly in pictures, a year of looking at a metal smile with half of the salad stuck in there... I don't know how people for example like Andres could live so peacefully having braces for six years (that equals almost have of your life!).
Last time I went to the dentist, he said that he would consider to take them off the next month! Tell me if you have the possibility of hearing those type of things why wouldn't you LOVE going to the dentist?

Monday, September 27, 2010

Memoir Monday- Friends.

Friends. They are there to support you. They are there to accompany you. They are there to help you. They are not perfect, but so aren't you. They are definitely a pivotal part of your life, especially if you are a teenager. They can provide you with affable profound advice as much as spontaneous jokes that lead to interminable laughs, imperative to feel alive.
We were sleeping at my house, after a party. Four of my friends and me. Somehow we managed to fit the five of us in my room with a bed and a air bed.
We were laughing, sharing stuff that had happened in the party, some one told of how she had a very fun time, the other one about how he liked that guy, and we all asked other one if he really liked that other guy, talking about everything that encompassed the five of us together. You could feel the feeling of closeness, of confidence in the group and I felt a feeling of delight. Happy to have the friends I had, sure about having them beside me when ever I needed someone to tell something, or even to do silly things, they would always be there, I'm sure.

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Poetry Friday- Grandma.


I miss you.

You are

Adorable,

Ambitious,

Amazing.

Since I was a kid,

I knew I was your favorite,

You always told me.

Remember?

We cooked,

We cleaned,

You Cared.

I knew you loved me

A lot,

I felt it.

We played,

We laughed,

We went to the park.

Where ever I wanted to go,

You’ll go.

What ever I liked,

You’d buy.

I’d spent weekends and weekends

Just with you,

In your small house,

Your small comfortable home.

But now,

It’s different.

You say it’s different,

Well,

Long distance is never the same.

Talking in the phone with you,

Is not the same as

receiving your comfort,

Your hugs,

Your kisses.

You might say

I’m not the same,

That I don’t love as much,

You say that it’s because of my age,

That I don’t show it.

I don’t agree,

I am the same little girl

Who loves you plenty

and

Misses you as hell.

I love you as much as I ever had,

Grandma.