If…

If only I could forget how we met.

I can move on to the next…

I don’t understand how you linger in my memory for no apparent reason.

Everyday I stay busy with my day-to-day activities and there you are included in them just to say, Good morning, how are you?

I’m just fine, the same way I was yesterday and I will be fine tomorrow but why do you feel the need to say that everyday?

And when I don’t hear you say, I lose control of my thoughts and my feelings go astray because I’m so used to you in my day.

If only I could forget how we met and when I heard you say, Como estas?  Bien, Gracias 💋🌹

Raquel©

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I Try to Love You, but I can’t

I try to reach out to you, but I can’t touch you;

I try to touch you, but I can’t feel you;

I try to feel you, but I can’t see you;

I try to see you, but I can’t talk to you.

I try to talk to you, but I can’t love you;

I try to love you, but I can’t.

Raquel©

Privacy

Everyone is entitled to their own privacy: The state or condition of being free from being observed or disturbed by other people.

If you make a choice to enter into someone’s realm for whatever reason or motive, be prepared that whatever you are hiding or trying to prevent someone from knowing something about you, one day it will be revealed.

Be Transparent; people will judge you anyway.

Raquel©

I saw this today… Lust is a Lie from the pit of hell!


Hmmm.  Lust is not a lie; lust is simply having a very strong sexual desire for someone. Everyone may have experienced this.  Its how you react to lust that makes you question yourself. Someone may have said to you, you don’t love them, what you’re feeling is Lust.

Lust is not love. It wasn’t designed to be labeled as Love.  Don’t have guilt about lust. Don’t question it. It is what it is; simply Lust.

If I Fail…

Sometimes I look at him and ask, why are you here in my life? What is your purpose to exist in my realm? I can’t get him out of my life, no matter how hard I try. This mystery I cannot explain.

And I remind myself, this has gone on too long. Surely, the veil of deceit has been washed away. The manipulation has weakened and the need for control is just a fantasy. No one on God’s green earth can master deception for such a long period of time.

Thoughts of sabotage become action. Demanding whats mine is overrated. From insecure to securely crazy.
I wish I can be just like him.

Crafty but nice, stubborn but persistent, controlling but sexy, and manipulating but attractive.
Except I’m opposite.

Sweet but jealous, loving but indecisive, exotic but revengeful, & pretty but very demanding!

Will this dream ever end my friend? Cuz I can’t see the rainbow for the clouds are so grey.

What is it that you can do for me?

Why are you here?
Y ten fe y esperanza todo saldrá bien 👍 entre nosotros~EMAV
(Translation: And have faith and hope everything will go well 👍 among us)

How can those words roll off your lips to say that; to penetrate my mind to think there’s any faith in what you do or say?

Even in my writing I drift and fade away, but one day I will carry the torch with me and say, victory so sweet with a smile on my face.

Until we meet again. Buenos noches mi amor. 💤💤💋

I wonder if I can be freed from luxury? 🤔

What would my life be like if:

I didn’t have love, or family or friends?

I didn’t have a car, or a mortgage?

I didn’t have any luxuries like wi-fi or satellite tv?

If I didn’t have iPads, cell phones & laptops?

If I didn’t have more than a pair of jeans, shoes or nice dresses?

If I couldn’t perm my hair every month or go to the nail shop to soak my feet?

Can I give it all up?  Would I be free?

Free from luxury!

HE…

He gave me that.

The attention I was longing for.

That romantic kiss.

That touch of ecstasy.

He had that chemistry of bliss and euphoria.

He has that.  I want that. I need that.

He…

 

 

I have a soap fetish

I love the skin I’m in and I like to indulge in Good Soap.  I have this soap fetish and I am looking for the purest soap that will clean & moisturize my skin leaving it glowing and smooth.  Well, my skin is already smooth but flawless.  I am trying this new soap I found at Whole Foods.

The black soap is hand harvested, super-antioxidants acai & goji berry infused with vitamins.

“The Thorn in my Rose”

Author: R. McKee

I had a rose that I cherished. This was no ordinary rose, it had passion and honor, it was celebratory and somber.


This rose had a round head and it was symmetrical across its face and down its vertical axis. It emanated from the central ovary and sat at the center of my bloom. Its petals, very finely textured and veined, overlapped and distributed themselves evenly around the central ovary, anthers and stamen. This felt so smooth and cool to my touch.Its scent was a spicy-sweet scent, nothing like the old-fashioned garden roses I’d seen before. This rose produced a more robust fragrance.

I couldn’t help but notice the thorns on this rose, but the thorns didn’t take away its beauty.


One day, while encountering the rose, its thorn cut me so deep and the pain induced by the thorn made the petals fall off, one by one.

Lust, Jealousy, Vulnerability, Fear, Self-Doubt, Lies, Manipulation, Sabotage, & Heartbreak.

After all the petals fell off, there the rose stood naked with its thorns, but no beauty to behold it’s Passion and Honor it once had.

Although the thorn in my rose disappointed me, I discovered the thorn didn’t have any power after all.  It was my insecurities.

The Perfect One 😇

Art is a creative form of expression. Art can be expressed in more ways than one and can be used by many people to express emotions, feelings, desires or fantasies.  Who are you to judge the art of an Artist?

Is slander your form of art?  I wonder!

Show me your vulnerability. Speak out about the pain in your life or about those who’ve hurt you and how you had to push through the pain. Yes, you!

The Perfect One!

Who would never sell your soul to the devil or degrade yourself.
Yes You! The Perfect One without blemish or scars!

Show me! Creative One! You!