The Poetry Journal

Inspirational quotes and short stories on romance and travel


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Authenticity

This is where the magic happens.

I took this photo walking upon Juanillo Beach and the breeze was so cool that evening I wanted to turn around and run back to my taxi, but I stayed because I love the beaches in the Dominican Republic and I know that each moment I spend there it brings me life.

Some random man photo bombed my picture!

Just me in my element. Lord, you just keep loving me, even if I feel I don’t deserve it. I want to make this right. This feels right at home for me. This is authenticity!

por el amor tan grande que nos tenenos te pido que juntemos nuestras vida en matrimonio

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The Trio of Rings

Available on Amazon, this book “The Love Experience,” is my personal memoir about traveling overseas to the República Dominicana 🇩🇴

Falling in love ~ losing control and just having fun through it all. I miss that slice of paradise. This journey has not stopped me yet!

For the mysterious reasons unbeknownst to us, it was about three years ago when we were Crossing Paths, heaven placed a Teardrop of joy on our destiny giving us a Shimmering Wish for the unity of this fantasy. #theloveexperience #travel #fantasy #romance #thepoetryjournal #pandora

I found these rings and each ring has a name.

1. Crossing Paths

2. Teardrop

3. Shimmering Wish

Each one is symbolic ~ a Trio of Rings for 3 years in this relationship.

Crossing the Paths of Life ~ 6 February 2015

Cruce de vías en la vida ~ 6 de febrero 2015

Heaven’s Teardrop of joy on our destiny for year #2

Lágrima del cielo sobre nuestro destino durante dos años

Giving us a Shimmering Wish for the unity of this fantasy

Que nos da un brillante deseo por la unidad de esta fantasía

A Genuine Love like Mine Un verdadero amor como el mío

Translation: Believe it or not, I love you very much. ~

Eduard Vicente

The Trio of the rings is symbolic to me living out my fantasy!

Thank you for following me.

The Poetry Journal

Raquel Vicente

~Shalom


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She’s Gotta Travel

~I travel just to see another side of myself. Who can I be outside of my country?

~ Daring

~ Independent

~ Freedom

~ Exhilarating

~ Exhalations

I have traveled to domestic destinations on someone else’s dime. Even my first time traveling internationally to the Dominican Republic, was not on my dime.

But when I got a taste of the beauty and that bliss, I could not hardly contain myself. Like what have I been missing? Attention like this? I just could not resist.

I evolved into another person it seemed. Dreaming of fantasies I had once dreamed. Connecting with someone who fell in love with me. Not knowing the consequences of giving him all of me.

Places I would not go, I went.

Things I would not do, I did.

People I would not see, I saw.

A love I would not normally love, Yes, I loved.

I travel just the way I want to. My rules, my money, my time. Just the way I want it.

And I damn sure ain’t nobody’s property.

#shesgottatravel 😝 #thepoetryjournal


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Travel creates Happiness

Life has changed since I was 17!

I attended college immediately after high school. That experience of being independent from my parents was a culture shock, but it was also rewarding meeting new friends. I learned to depend on my roommates, my college sweethearts, to get me through my independence, but most importantly I had to learn to depend on myself.

I had to hold myself accountable for getting to my 8:00 am Business class on the other side of the campus. I did not pass that class my first semester. Luckily, I had some great friends who chose to succeed in college and I wanted to do the same.

Life changed after I finished my second year of college. My father passed away right before the summer I was scheduled to return. I couldn’t go back to that college. I decided I wanted to start working. I remember my mother and our cousin Robin helped me get my first apartment. It was so cute. I had thrift furniture. I can remember it being so economical and simple. It was mine! It was my responsibility. It was my happiness.

After waiting 14 years to marry the man I wanted to marry, I had 3 gorgeous sons. Blessed to be with the man I chose to spend the rest of my life with; I was happy. The Lord loved me enough to allow that matrimony. Thank you, Lord.

Life changed after Marcel passed away. I miss him, but I am still here trying to create my own happiness.

I begin to travel overseas and I met some new friends. Traveling makes me happy.

As my life continues to change, sometimes I stop and try to wait for someone to bring me happiness, but why wait for that when I can create my own happiness.

My time is now.


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Embrace for the Downfall

In the beginning, it was a discovery process; to learn about his culture and how he treats foreign women. I was one of them. I couldn’t understand his aggressive attention he had for me.

I released my expectations and stood on the other side of my guarded walls. We only wanted to enjoy each other’s company. What I wanted with him wasn’t realistic at all. Who can you trust in another country? But I wanted him.

He was the reason I exhaled 💋

My paradise when I was overwhelmed

My hope for another escape 🏖

My fire 🔥

My alone time.

He was my space ❤️

Watching, observing and talking to him daily, I became attached to his behaviors. Being so attached to him had me wanting one more escapade with him. Torn between tied down without an escape from him; and wanting that fairytale of a wedding with him, but knowing darn well I could be miserable with him. It’s such a big risk.

What am I willing to do to risk it all? Ignore the signs, and embrace for the downfall? Not at all. When I try to end it, now he wants to make the call. “Compra los dos anillos y manda arreglar los papeles de la boda. Y nos casamos. “ (Buy the rings, arrange the wedding papers and we can get married.”)

Uh… No. I don’t want to buy the rings, all I want is you.

My desire for him may just be my downfall.


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A Love Overseas

I don’t like waiting. Most of the time I like to get what I want, when I want it and if I don’t get it when I want it, somedays I want to give up on even wanting it anymore.

Does love endure long suffering? Does love have a reward or does love just love?

Distance separates lust from love, but what happens when you love to lust for the one you love?

Besos mami

Aguanta hasta febrero

Para hacerte el amor como un loco furioso

Overseas, it’s hard to see this love lasting endlessly. I don’t know if this wait is what it’s supposed to be. I’m sorry to give up on a love overseas. I give up ~ Lo Siento