New Dress – Poem

Dedication to new clothes.

I love the new dress

It shows a beginning

For something fresh

The times are changing

While I cut old life’s grass

Of past revolutions

Into resounding comfort

Of my shedding skin

That recognized me

Into the mind’s mirror

Saying goodbye to patterns

Which never worked

With the shifting ground

I try to stand on

Because there is no time

To bypass the blow

And missed forgiveness

I am way too old

Waiting for miracles

Is no more of my posts

Until there’s the new reality

Buying a white dress

As the purity symbolism

I somewhere lost

Sticking in mud

Of daily confusions

Should I stay or go?

Unapologetic.

I tried to move on

But that somehow didn’t happen

Between dances of ghosts

And circles begone

Of my old cemetery

Once I called home

It’s time for a newfangled basis

While I buy a new dress

Like a Polka dot

I look for another place,

Job and a lover.

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Changes are inevitable. It’s funny how the Universe shows me the way of not buying the same old way the new dresses. Yes, I ordered a few dresses from China, lost money, and never received them. Maybe is for the better because other changes showed up before my pretty distracted nose by choice.

What do I mean?

I have my old visions and never change them if something seriously doesn’t shake me up. For example, I wanted to go to another place for a man, but my car broke. He was not my man and I found it out later. Back in time, I ordered new dresses from a China’s shop. When they came, were too small, and I never wore them. Last week, I lost money from ordering clothes from an unfortunate shop.

Today, I do not go anywhere for a man and buy no china dresses. Both scenarios hurt me because I love pretty frocks and the adrenalin of meeting someone new. My calmness became unquestionable. I learned the lesson “What flows, will flow and never goes back, with or without outside pressure,” and that makes me more relaxed.

On recent nights I can’t sleep well. It’s a clear sign for me that new changes are growing to come into my life. I should face them bravely and cut the losses as much as possible.

Never fear unknown situations. For sure, they’re for the better.

Looking For A Romance Between Poetry And Reality

is the hybrid between daydreaming and cutting ties

Looking for a little romance

Like in my favorite books

Listening to “Lady in Red,”

Because of my passion for bed

Which is like an empty glance

Of loneliness illusionary’s planks

But the truth is that will not happen

Because I am too tired of one-sidedness

And going into hibernation and deep sleep

Because I need to fill up my energy cup

To create and receive the love glamorous look

Since I know mostly the nastiness of Cupid

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As per today’s thinking confession since Mercury is in Taurus and the astrologers are speaking like crazy about how much sensuality and love that will bring, I share my opinion about dividing poems from reality’s situations.

There was a time my mania about the zodiac was like unhealthy addiction. It’s good that period is in the past. Many lies were written and nothing happened to me in reality except that I learned to divide poetry and look for romance from the situations of unhealthy attractions.

Indeed, it’s challenging for romanticists to see clearly what doesn’t work in the reality of their relationships.

Like one of those hopeless romantic souls, I can share that if people do not treasure a person, it’s the worst killer of self-esteem and eventual relationship. Many times I tried to explain to myself the sincere disinterest of the other party under the lens of “They’re busy with work.”

Then the question is “Does someone want to feel unappreciated every time they want to hear another’s voice and be left with the feeling they’re unwanted or disturbing?”

One time, twice, then is self-masochism.

“They’re shy” is another wrong perception. Even if people are introverted, they always can write a message. If they don’t, it’s clear they can survive without communication with their eventual mate forever. Some people say they think for others but do not contact them. Why? It’s running away from confrontation or something they do not want to hear.

Clear signs are everywhere but romance seekers do not want to see them. There always comes a time to understand what’s the truth one way or another. Even so, my looking for romance through my poetry, cutting ties with one-sided relationships, and reality checks based on action facts, continue.

I have no time for waiting, suffering, and еnduring an unloving attitude. If someone wants me to stay in his life, he will do whatever it takes, as I do. Otherwise, we’re not meant to be. It’s quite a radical situation, but my belief is that’s for the better.