Although I mostly write poetry, I occasionally write some short stories.  You can check out my attempt at writing a Halloween Revenge short story on the Writer's Digest site.   Halloween Candy Thief Revenge prompt

I think back

to words unsaid

my heart aches

at the thought

I lost you

way too soon

we were unaware

time was short

if I could

have the chance

to say them –

those loving words

opening my heart

and your eyes

to enthrall you

I truly would

 - written for Writer's Digest Poetic Aside Prompt #329 

Writers Digest Poetic Aside Prompt #329

“you should have never”

you should have never kissed me

under the full moon that night

to fall in love at first sight

we were both too blind to see

that this affair was not right

you should have never kissed me

under the full moon that night

I tricked myself to believe

my soul would remain pure white

but our dark deeds came to light

you should have never kissed me

under the full moon that night

to fall in love at first sight

10/28/15 - for Writer's Digest Poetic Aside's Prompt #329 as "Amaria"

Writer's Digest Poetic Aside Prompt

Past Poems from 2014

Here are a few of my poems that I have written in the past.  Hope you enjoy.

“The lure of the wolf”

Under the light of the moon

you call out to me softly

Your voice penetrates my mind

luring me with your lullaby.

Foolishly I follow the sound

of your song into the dark

Like a lovelorn sailor at sea

I’m caught up in the beat.

With hungry eyes you stare

into mine and I fall prey.

I now see the beast within

as the wolf inside you wins.

- written 4/6/2014

"I wished I learned Español"

I wished I learned Español

when I was still in my youth

so it would be in my soul.

I wished I learned Español

so no one could suppose

my Latin claim was a fluke.

I wished l learned Español

when I was still in my youth.

- written 5/3/2014

"Latin Queen"

She is who I wanted to be -

the pretty Latin queen

but my Spanish

was lost in translation

for my mother adopted English

I do not blame her –

I tried to learn in school

but it never took root

perhaps I gave up too soon

I never thought I look Latin

my hair more like African

American – but I suppose

they saw me as an outsider too.

in my youth

I straddled two spheres –

it appears it suited me well

I wish I could have converse

with my grandfather in that

native tongue – but he

would not had none of it.

I guess I’ll never be a full

Latin queen – I will just

have to settle for being me.

- written 5/3/2014

"In the morning"

I sit on the side of your king size bed

where the bright rays of the sun flickers in

you sleep so silently in the warm light

as I ponder this unplanned rendezvous

When I entered this once darken chamber

the thoughts never once came into my mind

on what will come when the sun rose again –

all of my questions went away - adieu

But now it rushes back into my head

as to why  I laid down with this stranger

who now slumbers as if he is alone–

I suppose this, to him, is nothing new.

So I leave with departing words unsaid

before my spotless rep is endangered.

 - written 5/21/2014 for Writer’s Digest Poetic Aside Bref Double challenge

http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/wd-poetic-form-challenge-bref-double/comment-page-2#comments

“Blame Beauty”

I blame beauty

for my demise

as I tried to

reach its lofty goals

I so wanted

to claim that prize

I threw caution

away like a fool

And now I lay

in this state of

beauty that will

all decay in time

- written 7/9/14

“Brother”

we are bonded by our blood

two siblings against the world

I now find myself watching

your light slowly drift away

I try to recall our youth

of us playing in green grass

or jumping on your high bed

despite our mother’s stern look

though I was ashamed of you

for not being “normal:

in time I learn to love you

as you are, imperfectly

and now I watch you succumb

in this deformed body that

followed you into this life

slowly draining your bright light

but life is not always fair

it was you who taught me that

so I cherish the brief times

for I know they are numbered

in my mind I buried you

over a thousand times yet

you still linger here like a

leaf to a tree in autumn

- finalized 10/5/2014

 “Love Song”

I dream of you

in red, green and blue

tumbling in fields

of flowers in lavender hues

or perhaps fuscia pink

but it doesn’t matter to me

for as long as I am in your arms

I know nothing is wrong

so please don’t let me go

until the sun goes down

and the moonlight

catches our eyes

remind me of that feeling

of being hapless in love

a feeling so fleeting

yet stronger than steel

and I will open up

my chamber doors leading

to my inner soul and

I will thank you

over a thousand times

so let us not hold back

and run towards the horizon

for when you kiss me

you make the sun go down

and I will look into your eyes

and make it rise again

- written 9/20/2014

"We walked among the stars"

once we were young and in love

together we walked among the stars

enchanted by the moonlight

but then one day she came

with the sun in her hair

and she seduced you out of my arms

I watch you chase after her

into horizons that you were never

meant to reach

while I stayed behind alone.

- written 12/20/2014

Past Poems from this year

Here are a few poems I have written this past year.

“First Heartbreak”

He was the first boy I noticed

He was the first boy I noticed

Who made me stop in my track

Who made me stop in my track

The first boy, who made me stop,

I noticed he was in my track

I worshiped the ground he walked on

I worshiped the ground he walked on

and enjoyed bathing in his light

and enjoyed bathing in his light

I worshiped in his light and enjoyed

bathing on the ground he walked on

Until the day he called me fat

Until the day he called me fat

My entire world fell to pieces

My entire world fell to pieces

Until my entire world fell, to pieces,

the day he called me fat

He was the first boy I worshiped

who made me stop, noticed his light

In my track, I enjoyed bathing

in the ground he walked on

until he called me fat, the day

my entire world fell to pieces

- written 3/1/2015 for Writer’s Digest Poetic Aside Paradelle challenge as Amaria

http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/wd-poetic-form-challenge-paradelle

“Confession to Richard A.”

I confess, Richard, I have a crush on you

and I feel silly about having such a thing –

too old to be fawning over a celebrity

I was drawn in by those eyes, ever so blue

and that voice, rich and deep, fitting for a king

I confess, Richard, I have a crush on you

and I feel silly about having such a thing –

You have become my fantasy, yes it’s true

but my mind knows there will never be a fling

only in my dreams, you will give me a ring

 I confess, Richard, I have a crush on you

and I feel silly about having such a thing –

too old to be fawning over a celebrity

- written 4/13/15 for Writer’s Digest Poetic Aside’s April PAD Challenge Day 13 Confession poem as Amaria

http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2015-april-pad-challenge-day-13

“Moments”

I recall us playing

in the backyard in the dirt

dad called us to come

for nightfall would soon descend

so we ran into the house

Jumping on the bed

laughing our little hearts out

it was forbidden

but that is what made it fun

even with mom’s reprimands

I was not ready

when your lips crashed into mine

and I was surprised

but it felt so good inside

I fell in love the first time

In our caps and gowns

we had reached the finish line

we threw up our caps

into the sky where our dreams

waited for us to snatch them

When they lowered you

into the grave my heart cried

and my soul darkened

without your light in my life

but still I had to go on

- written 4/24/2015 for Writer’s Digest Poetic Aside’s April PAD Challenge Day 24: Moment poem as Amaria

http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2015-april-pad-challenge-day-24

“Perhaps I gave it up too soon”

Perhaps I gave it up too soon

I should have waited a bit longer

For one cannot gain back one’s virtue

Too intrigued to turn you away

I let you inside my untouched walls

Perhaps I gave it up too soon

And should have held it a bit longer

When we were done it felt surreal –

Asking was this all it was to be?

I suppose all my peers lied to me.

Perhaps I gave it up too soon

I should have waited a bit longer

For one cannot gain back one’s virtue

- written 5/14/2015

"Across the Dance Floor"

across the dance floor
we sway our hips
the seductive beats
that move our feet

in your arms i dip
salsa rhythms lure
us, seductive moves
breaking all the rules

with our mambo steps
leave all in the dust
we become one song
and dance all night long

the song in our hearts
keeps us chasing stars

- written 10/11/2015

“Parisian Market”

I sit on steps under the sun

taking in the sights and smells

of the Parisian market

on a Sunday afternoon

Crowds of people walk by as

I taste my cream puff dessert

my partner lost in his sketch

of the grand Eiffel Tower

I sit listening with care

to the sound of busy streets

French words flowing through the air

never wanting to forget

- written 10/14/2015 for Poetic Aside Prompt 327 as Amaria
http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/wednesday-poetry-prompts-327/comment-page-1#comments

“Feet”

I never thought my feet were pretty

they were too skinny and pale

but I was fond of high heels

as a child I spent afternoons

in mom’s closet tipping in her pumps

and she, by the doorway,

would laugh at my tumbling

When the time came I began to train

my feet in kitten heels feeling so grown

in time I was able to conquer

those four and five inches

that made my feet so alluring

my hips swaying from side to side

catching all the men’s eyes

Especially that one guy

who confessed he had a foot fetish

he snapped pictures of my feet –

which I still found unattractive –

but he was mesmerized

by their shape and how they look

in those steel pointed spikes.

So now when I see those

pieces of art on pretty feet

I cannot help but giggle –

recalling mom’s smile

at my juvenile tumbling,

or the lust in that guy’s eyes

that said so much more

- written 10/15/2015 for "Funny Feet" writing prompt as Amaria

http://www.writersdigest.com/prompts/funny-feet

“Temptation”

a text message came through

and she knew it was wrong to

answer the blatant booty call –

agony was all it would lead to

and she tried her best to

abstain from texting back but

as she began to daydream

about his hands and mouth

all over her skin, her

amnesia departed once again

at the bar a man sips whiskey

an apple martini in her hand, the

allure was too much to resist, her

aching skin thirst only for him

as he led her to the bedroom

arms intertwined, falling  into bed,

as tongues merged and hips connected

at dawn she found herself

alone chastising herself with

acidic guilt filling her heart

- written 10/22/2015 for "Its Not About Me" writing prompt as Amaria

http://www.writersdigest.com/prompts/its-not-about-me

“Scenes”

autumn leaves cling to trees

as the seasons come into full force

a girl and boy rakes the front yard

a mother stands by the window

and recalls her younger days

anxiety fills her heart

awaiting life changing results

a nurse chats on the phone

as the doctor looks over a chart

and enters the room to deliver the news

around the corner sits a man

at a table lost in his book

a woman stands by hesitating to

approach her secret crush

another minute passes by

asphalt is hot under their feet

as cars zip along the highway

abandoned by a broken down car

an angry man talks on his cell

a tow truck finally arrives

- written 10/23/2015 for "Its Not About Me" writing prompt as Amaria

http://www.writersdigest.com/prompts/its-not-about-me

Good evening,

This is my first post.  I decided on a whim to create a blog where I can post and share my poems.  I love poetry and invite those who love poetry as well to follow and comment.  

Arcadia Maria