Un Cuarto De Hora

So lately I haven't been able to finish any of the material I have written, I seem to be blocked, or ran out of inspiration, don't quite understand how this works, and lord know I have lots of material but I just cant seem to bring my self to write an ending to anything, even now I'm not sure how ill end this post, I'm writing until inspiration stars flowing over me; alcohol sometimes might be the answer but to what question, shall I resort to external means of inspiration, empty hollow meaningless factors that will heighten my senses, so I can truly see, that inspiration lies with in our hight, trapped behind a door in the back of our minds, which we need a magical key to tap in to; I don't want to believe this, how ever wine now runs through my veins, and warms my throat and heart,  I feel the red veil lifting and turn this vain piece of writing in to verses that intertwine with one another, turning reality in to a pink and purple blur, oh how I wish this feeli...

I wish I could find that someone that would move mountains for me,  someone that would be right there for me when ever I am in need, someone that would jump through hoops for me, someone to take star out of the sky as a gift for me  someone that when ever I call will stop what ever his doing just to be there, someone to make me laugh in moments of despair and will never hesitate, I wish that hug that would make everything go away,  and this is not a mother's touch or a friend's kind words of understanding,  Its something else, something far beyond, don't know its name, for it has so many, I recognize it, I have seen it, I have had it twice before and thrice more have I lost it,  now I miss it, wonder if I would ever get to have it again..... Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device

Go back in time I wish I could, feel the hope and passion that came with younger years, the power that we could, do it all and feel it so deeply, go back in time I wish I could, back to the time when everything seem possible and we had the world in our favor, go back in time I wish I could, when time was our friend, and summer lasted a life time, go back in time I wish I could, to the sense of freedom we had, for someone was responsible for us yet we still could make your own choices,  go back in time I wish I could, be able to once more have conversations about subject grater than we could grasp and still sound so knowledgeable, go back in time I wish I could, draw my utopia in the the back of a notebook and call it my future go back in time I wish I could, where plans included how to outdo our last prank and actually getting away with it,  go back in time I wish I could, long walks back home under the blazing sun at the rhythm of the beat on my CD player. Back in ...

  Me siento flotar sin rumbo tras el día a día, veo la vida pasar a gran velocidad a mi alrededor, me pregunto si todos saben a donde van, lo que quieren, lo que desean; Solo por este medio me atrevo a soñar lo que quisiera ser, hacer, tener, sentir, oír, vivir;  Esta burbuja que me retiene quisiera reventar, no quisiera morir sin antes haber vivido lo suficiente para escribir todo un libro Lo quiero todo pero nada me retiene, no logro encontrar aquello que me apasione mas allá de mi propio ser; Un rayo de luz, una guía, alguna briza que me indique el camino a seguir es lo que necesito,  y finalmente ver las puertas abiertas hacia una nueva oportunidad de tomar todo aquello que me pertenece

What is my place in life, for so long I have been wondering about on this earth not really knowing where is it that I belong, I haven't been able to find the right job for me, I don't feel at home even in my own house, haven't even found the right lover, so I wonder what am I supposed to do, how do I figure this out, I need help but I can't be throwing my stuff all the time to those few who are wiling to listen, or even care, and I'm afraid, afraid of the future afraid of being stuck of never moving forward, I feel I'm being pulled back every time I try to escape, to do something different, I fall back on the same patterns, and I'm yet to figure out why, what or who is restraining me in such ways, I can't even breathe, for me it has always been like this, me against the world, if I keep swimming up stream will I ever get any where when swimming down stream seems so empty; I can't understand why is it that people can't just take you for how you ar...

Quisiera hacerte una propuesta indecente,  hacerte sonrojar y ver tu expresión de sorpresa,  quiero hacerte sentir incómodo, acorralado, acosado,  que no tengas mas  escapatoria que acceder a mis demandas y sucumbir ante mis deseos,  quiero sentir el calor de tus abrazos, la humedad de tus labios, el olor de tu piel, la ternura de tus manos, el murmullo de tu aliento, la pasión de tus ojos, el peso de tu cuerpo, la firmeza de tu hombría... ...Gotas de sudor recorren por tu espalda... Recordar así cuando existamos entrelazados, cuando nuestra alma, cuerpo, mente y espíritu sentían como uno;  Maldito el momento aquel en el que nos toco separarnos y convertirnos en completos extraños enviados a sufrir esta difícil tarea de resistir la ultima tentación. Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device