I'm the new black, but in color and that color is all the words that come up from inside my head. Fact: This Blog is for me to feel like a real writer. It's just like the feeling that the characters from the movie "you got mail" felt when those words appeared on the screen, that's how I feel when I clicked on P.U.B.L.I.S.H.E.D. That's just a great feeling. I can't see myself no writing in the sense of forever. Writing is magic and when you read me becomes true and when you comment starts to scream. I just love it. A place to be, to let myself go.
This is the last day of the 3Days of Poetry. Imagine meeting the one that you only know in your dreams, in your mind. How does that feel like?
Here you are I can almost touch you I can feel you, You are near, But I just can’t see you, At least not yet But soon, I hope.
Without knowing you, Without even meeting at least once I know the way you are.
You are the fragance of April, You are the sweet wind of ottom, You are the fire inside my winter And the fresh start inside my summer.
You are caring, You are spontaneous, You always want things to go your way, But you also give it a chance, a glimpse To get things to be done my way as well.
You are as you should be, You love me, you care for me You are there when I need you And you know how to keep your distance When I feel like not talking, But your ear is paying attention for that instant when I will call for you.
You are that and more Much more that I don’t know. I would like to figure out. With you; everyday could be a surprise. Of course there is no promise that this surprise would be good but a surprise after all.