It Starts Inside.

She sat down on her windowsill and looked up at the night sky. The stars shined. The moon was full and bright. She asked the planets to align, to show her a sign. She begged for guidance. Patience. Some kind …

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

The Human Race.

I am but a human

Living in my humanness

Worried about my gas, my rent and cigarettes.

I am only a human

Living in my human ways

Working 9-5 day after day with no significant change.

I am a simple human

Living amongst the human race

Worried about my weight and the wrinkles on my face.

I am only a human

Existing through my human phase

Who only worries about tomorrow and can’t wait to finish the day.

I am but a mere human who awakens by the buzzing of my alarm clock

Late to work again

Rushing past the strangers on the sidewalk.

I am only a human that throws wrappers out of my window to keep my car clean.

A human who is enslaved to always wanting, always needing and can’t find relief.

A human who’s always reaching, always thinking but cannot simply be.

Just a human with suppressed pain and suffering that cannot be released.

I am but a mere human trapped in my humaneness, yearning for success.

Concerned with what lies ahead but not with the present.

I am only a human who answers when my cell phone rings.

An ordinary human who wishes for the finer things.

Another human, who can’t spare change for the beggar on the street

because my money belongs to me.

A mere human that never has enough time, love or money.

Glued to a laptop and television screen.

I am but a mere human, saving up for plastic surgery.

Just a human with a wine bottle that’s half empty.

Unhappy and unhealthy.

I look into the mirror and a human is what I see.

& I guess I’m doing just fine, although my soul is on its knees.

But I’m just a mere human so I’ll keep living in my human ways, existing in my human phase.

I’m sure this is what God intended when he created the human race.

– Erika Fuego

A Day at the Park

A day at the park

And we talked for 8 hours straight

A day at the park and I couldn’t take the smile off my face

A day spent by his side

And I can’t remember the last time I laughed so much

A day looking into his eyes and couldn’t help but see a spark

A day in his company

And I felt happy, for the first time in a long time

A day at his side

And I never felt more alive

It was just a day in the park

But I can’t get it out of my head

It was just a few hours with a friend

But I can’t pretend I didn’t feel it might be the beginning of something.

But I must have been wrong because after our day in the park, I never heard from him much.

So much for thinking, it may have been love.

-Erika Fuego

I am Enough.

Can you love me?

Can you make me feel beautiful?

Can you hold me?

Can you cuddle with me?

Can you make me feel worthy, special, wanted and loved?

I want to fall in love.

I want to love & be loved.

blah, blah, blah…

Screw that.

These Inner Voices of Mine

Inner voices tell me to live in fear

To cover my body

That I should do a boob job

I’ll never be thin enough

I’ll never be pretty enough

If you could see into me

If there was a window into me,

you would see the tracks of my tears,

the tears in my soul,

the cracks in my heart.

Betrayed by a guy with no last name.

 Looking at it now I don’t even know your last name.

I have no idea where you live, or the name of the company you told me you worked for.

I really know nothing about you but the exchange of small talk, smiles, chuckles and the way your lips felt against mine.

Sensuality

 Many people are attractive but not too many people are sexy. I wear my sex appeal in my dark red lipstick, my femininity with a bat of my eyelashes, my sensuality with the coming together and parting of my lips. You see my sexuality in the sway in my strut, the softness in my touch, the song in my voice and the perfume in my skin. It’s a confidence, a personality; it’s a way of being.– Erika Fuego