Jul25

The moon was Staring…

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I couldn’t help but feel a strong urge to look up as I was engulfed by a strong set of eyes staring at me. That gaze made me so uneasy, there was a kind of magic in the way this energy was traveling. That stare, stirred so many emotions, and memories so here I am passionately sharing the moment….

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Tonight you owned the sky

Tonight you touched my heart

Tonight you whispered to my soul

Tonight you made me dance like that girl who drives the wind crazy

Tonight you reminded me of the promise I made when you were a Super moon

Tonight you reminded me of my love

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Tonight promise me to continue staring and sending your loving light in every corner of our hearts…so that

Tomorrow your gaze will be a passage of feelings I will reminisce and emotions of longing to see you stare at me again

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Jun23

A Love Long Lost…

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Dear memory,

You crossed my mind today.

I smiled, as I remembered how you made me laugh.

My heart sang with joy, when I remembered how you inspired me to create.

I saw you looking at me, those eyes from the past, a stare of respect, a stare of longing, a stare that set me free.

That look, it coloured my world with dreams, with love, with lust, with poems.

You are special.

I miss you, I miss us and I miss the person I was.

I hope life is treating you well. I know it should for you are wise.

Thank you for bringing out the best in me,

Thank you for those colourful memories.

Until we meet again

N

May20

Secrets and Denials

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This title had no content for a while

I guess the words were just on hold

Well today they are not

A stab, a word, a secret

All the same

Words have power they say

But deeds are what portray

Your truth that you were denying for so long

Until I lost track of time, lost all consciousness of love and discovered

I died young, I wasted my youth, and got wasted by life…

Time is all we had and excuses, were your alibi

Time is gone and memories of a broken heart remain

It might feel all the same, to you

When it’s late you will wake up and realize

I seized to exist

Jan13

Silenced…

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Words run through my veins

Passion stirs my dreams

Love colours my world

The sun shadows my pain

Music drives my emotions

You know I’m a sensitive beingYou hurt me with your lies

Why?

You shattered my heart

Why?

I never did you wrong

I stood by you in the toughest of times

I dread every day when I can not trust

The only person I thought brought a smile to my world

Words used to be my only acquaintance

Passion used to be my sword

In Beauty I was enclosed

What joy did it bring

To lose that moment with someone else

And bring our life to a complete eclipse

Those dark moments you invited

Cut through my soul

Angered the woman that was me

Halted my dreams of us

The person I thought you were

I want to dismiss the person you have become

I’m in awe

I’m in pain

I’m searching for reasons, for words, for feelings, for meaning, for life

I died

I’m silenced

Dec29

Flirting…with words

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Isn’t it dreamy

To reminisce the flavours

Of our words, like a soft wind blowing on our skin, so sincere, so strong

Melting deeply

Joining our beating hearts

Combining our separate worlds

Bringing us closer

Creating feelings of comfort and

Sensuality just like lying on soft velvet

Isn’t it dreamy

When our passionate words

Smell like roses

Glistening our eyes with their powerful fragrance

Inviting us to meet through as we gaze at each other from across our distant worlds

Beautiful words caressing us

Warming us like sunshine

Reflecting their radiance on our skin

Our words are unique frequencies

Crashing like waves in our separate universe-s

Echoing soft noise in our close hearts

Whispering to our united souls beautiful notes of adoration

Our words are eternal and so is our love

Isn’t it dreamy

When we miss us

We just know we can touch with our words

Feeling them flow freely in our veins

Reminding us of our old love story

Isn’t it dreamy?

Dec21

From Soul of a Gypsy…

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When a woman is nurtured with love she shines. NH 26.12.2017

As the year is coming to an end, I want to send my gratitude and love to my mentor, friends, fellow bloggers, teachers and my special ones. May 2018 be a blessing and bring you all you wish for and more.

Love and gratitude

Nadine

Oct15

The Artist…

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Fascinated, mesmerised, enchanted, dreamy

I am

Your colours, your music, your poems, your words, your lyrics 


Touch my heart and carry me away


I am

Bewildered in this passion

I notice you alright in your silence, in your overpowering beauty 


You are 

The artist

 

Oct13

Deafened by Silence…

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When your body is not your body 

When your heart is just an instrument 

When your life is a reminder of regret

When your dreams are disabled visions


When that book of life you wrote when you were just a child became worthless 

When you thought it was all magic

And then as a grown up you realise 

You are just a passer by and all those treasures you thought belonged to you 

They never did


You were alone when the characters of your book emerged, they made you believe and count on them 

But then the truth disclosed otherwise

And the cliche you were so afraid to live insisted to accompany you 

That simply imprisoned you 


For you tried to talk and you tried to change things but you became deafened by the silence and so when the curtain closed and the last chapter tore all you hoped for is to have a better end to conclude the heartache that burdened your living days… 

I dream in gold and I bathe in sunshine I see glitter and sparkles everytime you make me smile …I guess I was caught in my dreamy thoughts for too long, I really long to write that book again 💋

Aug22

Echoes of the Heart…

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Echoes of the Heart…

They say the heart is where it all begins.

A breath, a beat, a rhythm,

I am talking about passion,

It’s the one magical driver that defies all logic and makes anything happen.

As I face a dilemma of making a decision, and usually I am quick at deciding. However this time, I’m dwelling and delving into an inner debate, while it just takes me one simple thing to start, and that is…focus, that inner voice or ego keeps disturbing my peace, and reminding me of failure, making me hesitant to reach out to my heart and follow my passion once again.

With a heart beat that will be so loud, I will seize to hear the background, I promise myself, so I decided…

I will set my foot to the ground and order this disturbing noise to hush,

I will start making magic again…

It will be a realisation of a vision I had when I was so young and kept telling people about it,

My friend’s recent note that says: “work on your project” just keeps popping up on my screen, is yet another sign that very clearly is in synch with the results of my endeavours and a conclusion to a vicious circle of rejections.

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When the work begins there will be no looking back, the passion and drive will be like there is no tomorrow. I owe this much and more to myself and my loved ones.

Here’s to this not being just another project of mine but this time it will be an echo of my heart, a shoutout to my success and a seal of approval from the universe.

Let the work begin!

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Aug17

Starting Over

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Starting Over

Well…I have to admit,,, I have been staring at my screen for the past 20 minutes, trying to figure out what to write and where to start. Is it the writer’s block, is it me wondering where my writing will get me? Or is it just a phase I was blessed with when I was driven by words, by writing by creativity…and now it’s gone?
After 4 hours away from my screen…I am back again…lets see what the writer in me will want to share today.

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Well…I have to admit,,, I have been staring at my screen for the past 20 minutes, trying to figure out what to write and where to start. Is it the writer’s block, is it me wondering where my writing will get me? Or is it just a phase I was blessed with when I was driven by words, by writing by creativity…and now it’s gone?

After 4 hours away from myscreen…I am back again…lets see what the writer in mewill want to share today.

Life is a whirlwind indeed, we all have questions, we all have our times when we feel so unsettled, so distracted, and so disappointed. Sometimes much to our dismay, just as things seem to start working, sudden jerks pull us back and we feel, well how would we feel other than beyond disappointed and sucked in to a debatable circumstance.

I know some of my readers…

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