Without You

Without You 

I'm a rose without its petals
For they seemed to have withered away
like today without tomorrow
or shades of color without its gray
I'm the grass that is not green
I'm the sky that is not blue
I'm a lie without the false
I'm a fact without the truth
I'm a rose without its petals
Yes, I slowly wither too
I'm today without tomorrow
and empty without you..

Rose Petals...

Written by Flor De Maria
Posted on 03-20-13

To The Silent Artist..

To The Silent Artist..

How do you draw your women?
Do you draw them with the finest lines?
Do they become disfigured,
To save you troubled times?
With no eyes, they couldn't see,
Your heart, for it's forbidden.
With no lips, they can not kiss upon,
Your soul that remains hidden.
With no ears, they couldn't hear,
All the things that are so clear.
Without hands, they couldn't hold you,
To embrace all that you fear.
How do you draw your women?
You may draw me as you please.
Draw me how you want me,
To put your mind at ease.
But, draw me with my figure,
So my curves you can coress.
Draw every part you crave of me,
Every Part you love the best.
And.. If by chance it is needed,
To erase me from the picture...
I will easily be forgotten,
Being a women that came disfigured...

Written by Flor De Maria
Posted on 03-19-13

On my sleeve

On my sleeve

It is all right here, plainly visible

There are no hidden agendas, no secrets

No uproar moments of mysterious surprises

It is all visible, comprehendable

All that is needed is of acceptance

Do not let your vision be blurred by experience,

nor gain understanding from your own perception.

There are no scars that haven't healed,

No past wounds that salt could still sting.

Every reminisce of a bitter sweet goodbye, forgiven

All I am is right here..

Should you be blind, could you?

Clearity would be your new vision.

My voice utters peace and forgiveness.

Every old flame, old ''friend'', every enemy,

a sheer memory of what I use to be.

All that I am is here, plainly visible..

Let me bare my scars from my chest,

I do not detest what it all has been.

Not the many sleepless nights I faced,

the countless lies told, there were many.

Nor the pain onced believed to be endless,

no regrets, for every scar a surprised blessing.

Opening doors to something new, perhaps me.

Preparing me, molding me into something better

Now all that I am is right here..

Who I am, All I am, I give freely

There are no skeletons to expose.

Shameless to my past mistakes,

Only being perfect in imperfection.

Simply humbled by the chance to change,

We all need changing.. 

I am renewed to this world unknown

no longer frazzled in untrust and fear

Rather, armed in optimism and faith

All that I am is here, I am exposed..

Still baring the scars on my chest

While wearing my heart on my sleeve.

I am truly at peace...

Written by Flor De Maria

Posted on 03-17-13

-The Art of Breathing-

-The Art of Breathing- 

There is something to be said when one is left breathless 
Moments that leave one drowning in questions, but no answers
You grasp to gain a sense of some understanding,
but still you lay breathless...

There are chances to be given, There are risks to be taken
There are hearts to be broken and regrets to be spoken,
but still in these moments we can be left breathless....

It is not always the right of a path that make us,
but also those of the wrong ones that break us
Sometimes it is when we are at our lowest
that a picture is seen a bit clearer....

So.. Tonight, I will be reckless.. An artist made restless..
Within these moments that linger so careless,
May I discover the true art of breathing....

Written by Flor De Maria
Posted on 03-13-13