Poetry: Amigos by R.F.

Dime con quien andas, y te diré quién eres

Que seria de mí

Cuando en tu presencia

Ella que anda con lobos, un aullar se enseña

Se dicen mentiras sobre tu

Sin embargo caminas el mismo camino que hacen

Writing Notes: NaNoWriMo 2016

These are my notes for the novel I will be working on starting now and in November for NaNoWriMo 16. This story is going to be different due to all the characters I will be introducing but it will be a kind of stories within a story. One between the parents and one between the next generation. Honestly I cannot wait till it develops into what I'm molding it into. Hopefully I stick to this idea. 

Poetry: deMISE

A poem I wrote about even though some may believe you are meant to be! You may not be and that is okay. It was my first try at a Sonnet which Shakespeare is know best for! Enjoy & Comment. 


deMISE

Behold the two souls dropping and rising

Awake the lost spirit of my demise

Breaking myself into halves and dying

I leave as your sorrows encase and inscribe

Our love was once the reason for living

You kneel at my feet but please arise

I cannot forgive your lust and lying

I see your mistakes and they were unwise

Why did you have to go and be selfish?

Was I not what you craved to cherish?

Your soft enticing touch was what got her

One must insist that this was our cold fate

Fire was not meant to be water’s soulmate

We were the storm that destroys the waters.

Spring in New York City 2016

“Spring is the time of plans and projects.”

Collaborations

Starting this month I will begin one of my expansion plans for this blog. One of these expansion is a collaborations with other talented authors. This process began after I spoke to a few fellow writers I have met over the years. After a few discussion they agreed to write for this blog. So not only will you read my work but others as well. Their works will feature poetry, Spanish folktales and even short romantic recipes.  To find out more about this collaborators, click the link above to the right!

I hope you all enjoy!

Poetry: Untitled #1 by A.S.

I wonder if he knows how I can wrap myself around a pillow,

And pretend –

That I am Everything,

But incomplete.