Poem: "Nervous Smoke"

The salt can't scrub away the burn
This will last until I learn
My face will still feel it
In this other room where I now sit

Is that what makes a man
To make me feel his hand
And here is the blame
Painted over my name

The tears match my food
But I eat nothing in this mood
Just some nervous smoke
And the tears that make me choke

Poem: "Fire Painted Passions"

I bleed my screams of pleasure
A feeling we fight to capture
His hand prints on my body heat up
The fire painted passions in love

There is a pressure and I push back
hoping for the sting and smack
I'm feeling his presence flowing through
Rebuilding me from inside as the fire grew

Impact and a fight of arousal
Each slap each time he'd growl
We fall back to reality of our bed
A kiss and sweet words are said

Poem: "Shroud: I Live So Gracefully"

The sun pours through the windows
Getting me intoxicated
The light breeze blows
Like the life I created

This is a life I live so gracefully
One would  never know
By what appears so peacefully
The fire life can throw

But mixing pain and passion
A love set ablaze
Tighter the knot I fasten
As my mind floats in space

And there are no tears this morning
Just a feeling of emptiness
It is simple, cheerful and boring
You can't see my swirling feelings

All anyone can see is clouds
With peaceful skies
The calmness itself is just a shroud
It's the rebirth of each day that dies

Dialectics Of Nothing

I feel the sun peeking through the window. I have a lazy feeling and I have no urge to accomplish anything. This feels like I should wake and bake so I probably will. I start wondering to myself about last night. I wonder what it means when someone does something that would normally piss me off and I feel is concern for him. Yeah, he has a personality that infuriates me, but I also find that same personality attractive. All I can do is sit in confusion. It feels as though we human beings are like pieces of sand stone and the friction over time just wears us down when we spend so much time bickering with each other. When he does something infuriating, all I want to do is make sure he's okay. I can no longer tell tell the difference between love and giving in.

Lighting The Fire

Hi, my name is Esperanza and this is my rant. I'm a 24 year old bisexual chicana. I was born on international women's day of 1987. On the Aztec/Mexica calendar I was born on the day of Xochitl (or flower in English). I consider myself an Anarcha-Feminist. I like veggie burgers and chocolate icecream, but only when I have the munchies. I have a wonderful boyfriend who is perfect for me even though he drives me crazy sometimes. I tend to spend most of my time lost in my own world of nothingness (even though this nothingness is more than most things in it's own way) and I tend to be a dreamer. I usually feel like I am connected to the idea of the Bermuda Triangle because I have a tendency to feel lost which may be part of the cause for my indecision in most aspects of my life. As time goes on I will post rants about various random bits of the the times. Random events, experiences, ideas, thoughts, stories or whatever I want to rant about will be the subjects of my blog.