The Highest Bid on the Market

Hi Everyone! What I'm about to tell you is going to be shocking. My dear friend Gene always tells me that I'm on the market for guys. Yes, it appears so.
This time I've been reflecting about it. I could be back on the market but guys have to be with certain standards.

The Bid starts people!

Requirements for a really smart, gorgeous, sociable, sweet, tender, charismatic, leader, determine and responsible woman.

Requirements for the male population:

* Goals: the male must have short and long term goals in the professional and personal area.
* Education: the male must have a education equivalent or higher to my education.
*Job: the male must posses a job of his liking that can develope his professional career to a higher standard.
*Mature: the male must be mature enough to understand me, the days that I don't feel quite well and for the happier days.
* Sociable: the male must be sociable, charismatic
* Responsible: for all the areas and the male must know how to divide time and accept that I'm a busy woman.
*Handsome: the male standards are like TOM WELLING, TOM CRUISE, MATTHEW MACFADYEN, MATTHEW MACORNGHEY, etc.
*Must love reading in the English language
*Must love poetry
*Must love dogs
*Must be comprehensive
*Fashion: The male must have a fashion standard...never wear stripes, decent jeans, decent shoes, no basketball tennis (please, at least not hanging around with me), and must be able to accept my fashion days and fashion punk days...MUST ACCEPT MY CONVERSE SHOES!
*IMPORTANT: The male must have self-esteem, feel comfortable with himself, love himself first, and love others. The male must project confidence on himself.
*Age range: 24-30
*REALLY, REALLY, REALLY IMPORTANT: Must love japanese animation, comics, asian movies, fantasy movies, and love Borders.


If you think you can comply with these requirements post a comment.

A Thought We Humans Should Consider...

We are here in this world searching for things that sometimes are at reach. There are times that these things are not meant to be, for example, love. The illusion of love, of belonging to someone who you believe is dear to you. No one can predict the future and neither what "love" can bring to your life but then we strive, struggle in the name of love.
In the name of love, we hide, we express, we help, we humiliate, we protect, we lie, we sacrifice, we suffer, we die, we live, we love. So much love can bring, so much love that can create and destroy the person that we are today and the person that we are going to become.
Love above all things, we reach or leave our dreams, our goals, our life for a silly thing, a silly emotion that can make us powerful in milisecond...yes, for love.
So think about it, love is meaningful in our lives...we do have a purpose with this emotion. The thing is how you achieve in this emotion to fulfilled your expectations without harming you and the others around you.

Short Narrative: The Filthy Unwanted Melody

Once upon a time,
a girl with fake smiles met a silent boy,
more lonelier she could never have feel when she realized the love she have for him.
She gave up her heart to a boy
in a filthy dark frask...giving this to him
she told him:
"My heart is pure yet my dirty thoughts carry him. I want you to save me. I want you to keep my heart apart from my thoughts."
The boy clueless accepted the frask, feeling the beating of this pure heart inside the frask on his hands.
"Why should I do with it? I cannot carry it with me." The boy replied after a while.
Blood tears drop from her eyes. I gave you my heart.
"If you do not know what to do with it...then my sacrifice is in vain." the girl said sobbing and lost with no heart and filthy thoughts.

Poem: Worthy

(To Mariela...my dear, dear friend)

Worthy of my love,
maker of my smiles...
Let's laugh out loud,
let the angels hear us with pride
we are friends
no one can abbide.
Before your eyes...
I feel redeemed.
Silly of me...
that try to hide my feelings for you.
Friends do belong together,
friends do look out for each other,
friends do protect their friends,
friends never give their back to their friends
or talk bad behind their backs...
You deserve this from me,
as i have deserve this from you.
Thanks for being my friend.
Thanks for being with me.
Thanks for taking me as your friend.

I found someone worthy to call my dear friend.

Poem: Death's Kiss

Dark long haired with fearsome green eyes, he came to me extending his arms, embracing me, avoiding me from the light.
"Who are you?" I asked with fear.
"I am the one you shall be with, the one you shall be in darkness. I shall be..."
"MY DEATH?" I asked in commotion looking where to run to.
"I shall be your eternity, I shall be the one who you fall in love with." He dances around me with inviting moves, with flirting glares.
Dressed in black, tall and pale a man with no traces, a man in despair.
"Why I shall be in love with you?" I asked afraid of the answer.
He stood for brief seconds staring at me and with his right hand he grabbed me sweet towards him. He was cold as the night. He was fearless in my eyes.
"Shall I give you the kiss, you long for?" he ask concerned.
"How do you know what I long for?" I asked again looking at him straight in eyes.
"I can feel it with your heartbeat and the way you look at me. Your longing to be with me...forever. Your longing to be in my arms, for me to caress you. Your longing to be with me forever in darkness."
"KISS me then, I am not afraid." I said firmly, closing my eyes preparing for my death.
"You shall not die, you will live with me in eternity." He tells me soflty, caressing my lips with his fingertips. He closes his eyes and here, I am longing for the kiss. Softly and gently he holds my hands and gave me the sweetest kiss...

Poem: Broken Gesture

You called yourself my saviour...
you gave yourself ranks and power in my decisions,
you hurt yourself because of your selfishness.
A wake up call,
what have I been doing wrong?
Now I know...who to trust...
Time passed but wounds get rotten...
Time passed and opportunities are chosen
Do I really possesed power to change things?
What is done cannot be undone yet the future is in my power
What a broken gesture, you give and give,
expecting the silence of a hope
for then hit it in my face...
Like a King of an Empire
sending his princess to cut her head off in front of the kingdom.
And now you suffer my tears?
How dare you call on my tears or possesed them?
What a broken gesture...there is no forgiveness to this wake up call...
I've thought I walked out of darkness
but here I am among darkness with no light the entire time.
Here I am delusional for what is light.
Am I the same...a broken gesture.
An empty vessel with no track of what is life
of what is forgiveness.