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 … Continue reading
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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 Broken Girls Prayer
I don’t know your name, your age, your race or the dimensions of your face.
I’m not sure whether you’re a man, a woman, the wind or energy.
I don’t know if you run as deep as the sea or if you’re as small as a seed.
I’m not sure where you are but I feel you within me.
Because every time the wind blows I feel you caress me.
At night when I feel alone,
I look up at the moon and see light shimmer and I know it’s you.
And sometimes, I can even hear you in my head.
And that’s when I know, God is everything.
Who we are.
Sometimes, I look around this world and see so much beauty that I am overwhelmed. It is shocking and alarming and then peaceful once you know the truth. You entered this realm with nothing to learn but only to remember what you already know. We all did. We are all souls living a human experience. Continue reading
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