Forever O’clock?

You said you’d love me forever

but it’s 8:26 on an empty Tuesday night and forever seems to have flown by.

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She.

Dead flies and faithless figures who dance as if there were no such thing as angels. Dead inside and loving every moment as if the pain of being on the outside for an hour or two were somehow worth it. And all of those years and all of those months where nothing happened- how […]

via She — S.K.Nicholas

Mercury Retrograde is my bitch

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Ah, Mercury Retrograde I welcome thee.  Bringeth thy rest, thy regrouping, thy formidable look into my own darkness.  Thy intense stare into my own special ways of eloquently and elaborately mucking up my own existence. Yep, this is how I see Mercury Retrograde. It is my ally, my homie, my partner, a window into my own worst enemy and my own strongest and bravest ally.

Let’s just say I am learning to make the most of what the majority of the metaphysical world sees as a cosmic catastrophe. It assists, no insists that I look deep into myself, my behaviors, my shortcomings, my inability to resolve my own crap. I love it (she says with a gritted grin). Not only does it interrupt communication in the form of electronics, contracts, forward progression (allowing you a cosmic interlude to breathe), it also shows you ‘in your face’ how you communicate with…

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We are ALL Beautiful

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We all have rolls when we bend down.

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Dear God

Dear God, I need advice. Can you send me a sign? I need you to put me back on track. Can you do that? Because you answered everything I prayed for; And yet, here I am still wanting more. I … Continue reading

Resuscitation Revaluation

I used to think drama would resuscitate me.

Seal the voids, saturate the silence and fill the empty spaces inside me.

I thought a little fire would reignite my life.

But after a while the fire started burning so hot, I wasn’t sure whether it was burning hot or turned to ice.

My patience ran out, with far too many questions and doubts and I found what I suspected.

Certainly swept of my feet but with no intention of catching me, he knew I’d hit the ground any second but turned around and neglected, not even tempted to save me.

My patience ran weary, the desire grew dreary and the passion was only passionate in the beginning.

Yes, my senses were stimulated, my nerves damaged my brain imbalanced and now I don’t know if I can manage my own will.

Days turned to weeks, to months, too fast but felt as if time were standing still.

I lost myself in him and then I lost myself through him, and now I cant find myself at all and fear my favorite part of myself is lost forever.

Imprisoned by his game, betrayed and ashamed, some of my worst times have been times we spent together.

I thought he’d bring me back to life but I couldn’t feel more dead.

I don’t want the drama; just bring me back the kind of love you die for, not fight for and I’ll never take it for granted again.

-Erika Fuego

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What If?

What if life is a game?

The only game we could play.

What if we simply get bored in other dimensions and choose not stay?

What if we come to planet earth to feel, think and love?

Just because it’s fun.

If we could disconnect from the person we’ve become.

Disconnect from the people and things that have hurt us.

Look at life in a different light;

Almost child like.

With out so much grief and strife.

I wonder if then we could learn to enjoy life?

Or is not giving into our dramas and fears too much of a sacrifice?

-Erika Fuego

Is the Human life Significant?

I sit, write, scratch out, erase.

I type, space, backspace, delete.

I wanted to write a deep, meaningful poem about this but it’s not coming to me.

I don’t know.

Like I do but I don’t.

I’d like to believe the highest, most esteemed part of myself thinks it knows the secrets of life and that all the answers reside within the whispers of my soul.

But then this mind of mine that I can never seem to shut off has this little voice in it that’s like:

You don’t really know shit.

5 billion people in this universe believe in a God.

With no proof.

I am one of those people.

Although the realistic side to me does think a supernatural entity does make this cold world warmer.

Believing there is a force out there looking out after all of us is very comforting.

Thinking there is a superhuman being in the sky that loves us unconditionally makes us feel less alone.

I can see how we could dream that up to help us sleep at night.

But maybe we’ve lost touch with the purpose of life.

It seems early civilizations knew there was something more than what is.

Native Americans, Mayans, Aztecs and many other cultures and civilizations believed they were spiritual beings.

Where did this spirituality come from?

Before newspapers and books and movies & TVs.

Before government and religion,

They felt a connection to a divine spirit.

Maybe it resides in us and we are just too busy to connect with it.

This post is kind of all over the place and it’s hard for me to focus because it’s such a broad topic.

Let me stick to the question.

Is the human life significant?

I don’t think this universe was created by accident.

I guess that’s what makes you a believer or not.

Is everything an accident? Is everything just a mere coincidence?

Or is there a purpose behind everything?

I’m one of those that believes everything happens for a reason.

Corny and cliche, i know but true.

There are no coincidences.

No coincidence that we have as much water in our body as the earth does.

Not a coincidence that the air is made up exactly right for us to breathe.

Not a coincidence that our skin heals on its own and that we have as many cells in our body as there are stars in the galaxy.

I just don’t see how those things happened by mistake and not by a divine plan and creator.

Einstein said, “There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.”

I agree.

You are either a believer or a non believer.

I am a believer.

So to answer the question….

Yes, the human life is significant.

(I think.)

-Erika Fuego