The Perfect Heartbreaker

She’s beautiful, yet her eyes tell stories of her countless lies. Her walk grabs the attention of her prey then she slowly begins to lay them down to the ground to use as her own walkway to deceit. The petite physique of her bodies’ unique, she’s like a beautiful garden with seeds of poison ivy, planted deep into the soil of her twisted motives. As she grows this deadly yet attractive plant, her plan is to painfully execute the hearts she seeks to take. She leaks poison in every kiss with venom pumping her bloodstream containing her heart to beat, you see she's literally to die for. All it takes is at least 1 second of eye contact, going within 2 feet of her touch, or 3 words heard through your mind and your infected with her exquisite love trap. She collects tear drops she’s caused from every heart she’s bruised, mixes them in her perfume spray and puts it on for every date, she literally smells like heartbreak. Self Trained to get what she wants yet she needs no man and no man can get to the center of her steel heart. The texture of her hair causes illusions to lure men in as she uses them and loses them heartless in confusion jus cruising through the tunnels of every mans emotions. She’s Every mans love potion, yet she leaves doses of commotion and never looks back. Her Looks are like the sun yet her heart is a raincloud of mourn she is the perfect storm. Educated, Intelligent and Employed she’s so independent in life... But you see behind those beautiful eyes, and inside the steel walls of her hearts home lies the lack of self establishment within she’s so alone. So afraid to let anyone in her gates, because every man seems to be the same so she created the perfect planned to repeatedly beat the games. Giving them no chance from the beginning, leaving them spinning and we all wonder why these girls are changing to this image. Yet we all do the same shit just in it to win it. They’re just tired of being "it"...... This is what we have done to the women.

The Re Make Fate

I used to think when we began to lean away and disagree, that fate would decide when we needed space and we'd just gracefully attach our wings and fly back into each other embrace. Those days of 2Nd thoughts, as we throw words at each other and watch them battle to belittle, yet little did we know those sharp words stuck us and stabbed into each other as the wound began to bleed and leak out faith and strength to waste. Yet we always said fate would decide our later days, mentally training our hearts to take the lazy way by telegraphing the future to our hearts as a whole, as one. You used to tell me no matter what, we will always be in each others lives, skies the limit of lies, cries, or amount of tries we apply to be together. It seemed as though every fight was just a fight and every kiss became a reason of forgiveness, sitting and wishing all this wouldn't be so twisted. We've been living in excuses just leaving our relationship in the hands of confusion in which we have no visibility, dodging all our responsibility's because of loves stereotype. Thinking loves songs that we hear on the stereos hype is the life of our marital type, because you told me we would get married. Although it seemed a bit scary at the time, the prime reason as to why i was afraid was because you meant it. As i left it dented in my mind until my heart was ready. But then all the parties led me into setting my priorities of commitment that began spreading confusion of confetti getting you and i into this love levy. A you how do we fix this? Those who start of lifted seem to always get gifted with Pandora's box. you see we opened each others hearts but didn't make the switch to commit, we thought love would automatically make the trade like eBay. But we played with the wrong situation, and as we open this love container we never contained and appreciated all the pros and cons that flew up in our faces. Because we thought fate would take it, yet we were never aware that fate's strength is rated on the effort of how we make it. OK, so this may seem stupid, but its kinda like cooking Roman Noodles in the microwave, instead of setting it over a fire wave and letting the water boil and cook the righter way for a finer taste. Yet we made our fate the lazy way. So lets try this.... Lets empty the container and close it. Take the old noodles and dispose it, Lets trade our open hearts and hold them, not to control them but to control the way we create our fates strength. Catch the traits we need to have faith and stay closer, so we can grow older with out the past of fire burning on our shoulders. So we can stop, drop, roll, and start over. Before fate decides its to late. This is the Remake.

The Crystal Ball Still Shakes

Picture the lives of human nature as only a crystal ball. Shaken and viewed by the outside world to observe judge and sabotage your unique destination just to see snowflakes of obstacles pollute your atmosphere. It is clear, that some are shaken more than others, but only you decide to take these hard times and turn them into utility for your road to being a better person, or your excuse for aberration to keep occurring. You, some should try and take tribulation as a blessing, testing and setting yourself to succeed, only by letting yourself learn from your mistakes which makes us stronger and see the value, of what is inside your crystal ball. This brings me to speak on a very admirable individual, one whose crystal has been shaken, dropped, and thrown since he could remember, but never broken or torn. View thoroughly of what I call the perfect storm. See in one’s mind and visualize the times you were smaller like most toddlers but instead of the sandbox and a warm home of 4 walls waiting for a hot dinner as you starving, how about approaching a home on four wheels parked on the curbside as you’re preparing yourself to sleep inside your mother’s car seats, and I’m far from finished. Again, the hands of oppression shake this boy’s crystal ball, and all you can see is a young child trying to fortify and fight off a man disguised in sin who is frantically attacking his mother in the eyes of her growing seeds (now what would you think). To actually see a man lose his life as you grow, right in front of your eyes. Your mind is supplied with innumerable memories engraved to the back of your mind, but yet still able to smile. Mean while as he smiles, let’s all just close our eyes and imagine the crystal shake and seek more ways to hit him. In school everyday listed in the system, separated from his bros and sis’ and he misses them. Knows he has more somewhere that he hasn’t met but he prays daily that he can get to them. Stop for one second and think what most people do in this situation. Yet his crystal ball keeps shaking. Now put yourself in a foster home, as your memories still linger. Now you’re adopted by your grandparents. Living in a house filled with enough roommates to count with all fingers. Think deeper, when you barely get to see your mother, never met your father, doing what you can for the dollar yet you’re still a kid. Being promised to at least stick with your family and one day your closest loves ones and yourself have to split, as they reach and cry for your name, yet the crystal ball still shakes. Now it’s come to the point where no one can relate so stop the thoughts and just hear me out. He has now grown some and his grandparents are like his mother and father, stable playing sports, getting stronger and g rowing taller. Then when he sees his future slowly joining back on track, a trip home one evening and his grandparent’s pass away just like that, given to the hands of god(now where does he choose to be?). What if you had to jump from home to home with people or strangers you’ve never even seen or got to meet? After you lose the people who helped keep you on your feet. Yet the crystal ball still shakes. Just realize is life after a while. All the utilities inside the glass ball are tools of yourself to build the track to which direction you decide to ride on. When the crystal ball trembles in tribulation just take it as a workout for your mind and heart to build strength within your faith to contain it from breaking because in reality, its a blessing to know that your crystal ball is able to keep shaking. Its just life, in a crystal ball.

To Dream a Dream

Last night I had a dream that played in my mind while I slept like a ten year old after a scary move, and in this dream you literally grabbed my heart out my chest, kissed it and threw it back into me. And in two split seconds I felt my heart stained by your lip gloss and drop because I began to fall for you. When I fell, I felt myself ascending, sending my rested body messages, quoting “nobody can give you this gifted dream.” , where I fell for her while she lifted me. I felt myself gripping my sheets while I dreamed I was gripping she, on the her lower waist of those skinny jeans, and you see, this was the most complex simple dream I have ever dreamed because all I could see was just you and me. All I could feel was just you in me, as if you soul hopped in mine and began to spin me because I’m in a daze for you, and I wish I could sleep days just to dream more ways to love you. Then, I would wake up and call you, to explain this rising dream of me falling for you. Girl I admit, I’ve fallen for you, and I think this dream has became reality because this feeling inside of me, still remains the same after I’ve woken up and began talking to you. Then you said “I love you.” As I replied I love-… and then opened my eyes. Then slowly I began to lose this feeling, so now I must find it because I realized, I was only dreaming.

Trust

Sometimes I sit and contemplate on how things would be if you found a spot in your heart just to trust me. To omit all the accusations and fussing, must we scrimmage each other insecurities through disposition to struggling? There are many different routes of reason as to why one calls to account the faith of another, but once you do, there’s a joint in this custom bond that deteriorates in the trust you once held in each other. It’s kind of like a disease, of curiosity that infects that healthy peace of mind you once shared and develops anger, jealousy and even revenge because the thought of never knowing makes you so scared it hurts. So instead of showing and expressing their discomfort, they battle each other until ones hurt and begin to barrie the relationship mentally 6 feet under loves dirt. Be sure that you’re aware that this virus of insecurity has no cure, it just flows though the blood stream of your souls insecurities built through fear. Unclear on whether you want to get near rumors or lies you don’t want to hear, yet your mind listens, and keeps it written in your thoughts until your mind see’s it. Even if it’s not true your bad conscious pulls you to believe it, without asking any questions you think revenge and then you seek it or jump to conclusion and accuse him. Although he’s done nothing wrong you still abuse him. Then after time, you finally lose him and you can’t replace him. All because of lack of communication, you lost a mate full of faith and it’s all because of the lack of trust. Your eyes can tell you ears and your ears then tell you mind and your mind then tells your heart all these lies you just held. Meaning all this time you lied to yourself. So just take the time, to trust what hasn’t hurt you and ask if it has alerted you.

Play The Roll.

Now and days, a liter of love poured from a man’s heart is no longer enough to quench a women’s satisfaction. She needs, jewels, heels, bags, MAC and your paycheck but only a fraction and in fact, studies show that this list isn’t even half and if you do not have them, nine out of ten times she’ll walk away laughing. So trust me, if this isn’t the case for you then your lucky, because a majority of our women have been brainwashed that love grows by every one hundred bucks she sees. You see, if it isn’t about the money then it’s something. Like pretty boys, athletes or her attraction to a tall man or a thugs dream. I mean no disrespect to the respectable women around here because this doesn’t really involve them. But they’re most likely involved in a relationship with a man built with these similar problems. He’s probably causing you to cry more than tears, but only drops of years of her abandoned state of mind and fear. Fear because she was afraid to be alone. So she lived the unfair lifestyle opposed to being on her own, while he flairs and ups his tone, just to feel stronger, just listen a little longer. It seems to me that all of we who deserve to receive, need to learn how to tranquilize our bad habits that attract those blanks to our incomplete. You see we are our hearts love makers, but we continue to blame the defendant of our hearts takers. When it’s all just a mistake in the judgment of the heartbreaker. The heartbreaker never wanted your heart, but you wanted theirs and that’s why it hurts so much more, because the more we give effort into someone who doesn’t care, the less they give back. So be greedy with your heart because it can take years of pain to take back. -By Andre Domingo.

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Never to Forever

Okay, so I know as we grow, we are always told, never say “never”. But my mind won’t let go of this one exception, and this exception, has given my mind the permission to accept that you may be my addiction, and I have in my mind all the time. So basically, what I’m trying to say is that, I never want to forget you. Like, I want to print a poem of the first day we met, face to face, on my pillow case, so I can wake up to our fate every day, just so I know I’ll never forget you. Just To make sure that I never forget you l want to tattoo a picture of your eyes on my chest, so when I look into my reflection, I could finally see what you saw all those time you gazed into mine. Actually, forget all this nonsense I just spoke. Just stick with me forever, because I never want to lose you and its crazy, because I used to be that cool dude that always said never to “I love you”, but now I never want to end a phone call without saying I love you and now, I find myself saying this three letter word about nine times a day, sixty-three times a week and about two-hundred and fifty times a month with means I repeat the same thing at-least three thousand times a year just so you’d never forget how much I love you. But do you want to hear something really really clever? There’s a much better resemblance that appears between never and forever. So forget it, I’ll never say never. I just want this feeling inside me to last forever
By: Andre Domingo

Where Do You Want to be?

A few nights back I was walking down 5th and Broadway and I caught the eyes of a lost and lifeless young lady. The white in her eyes wore tired coats of blood shot red, riding over bags of her sleepless days due to her endless days shooting her stress release through needles in different ways. As I inquire this girl’s life through her eyes I find bruises, cuts and scratches scarred to her skin reminding her every time she looks at her reflection of the sinful individual that kept wrecking her harmless presence. Her body was wrapped in an undersized tank top ripped at her bust and a small jean skirt that rested right above the cuts on her thighs. As she tries to cover her body by curling into a small ball, it shows a identical visual of her self-insecurity. Her hair was down that told stories of the furious night of being dragged by her long locks just because she wanted to talk about putting a stop to her lifestyle. But instead she gets a palm to the mouth where she hasn’t smiled since she moved out of her last house because she was trying to take the fast route. It seemed as if every step I took near this fearful soul, flashbacks of her scarred memories became more and more clear. As I approach her closer, my presence gave her fright so she curled tight and began to close her eyes tight as if I was going to strike, then I delicately asked her “is this where you want to be?”. - By Andre Domingo

Let The Past Be The Past.

So I sit here, trying to get clear on why people let fear change the way they really are? Why fear love because someone hurt you just by disguising it with lies. Or why they go into the next time, with a different state of mind, using the same disguise the last guy used to hide behind his lies. This is why so many people get scared and hide their true life thinking its self pride, but never find that bright light that brings out their unique true side. So let’s all try without trying, because it’s the only way you can be true to you. Let’s all stop searching for love and maybe that special someone will come around when god decides its time you deserve someone that actually deserves you. Turn your mind out that reverse mood and focus on the now you and doing better for you next move, because your only making it harder for yourself, and only making it easier for someone to come in and walk out just to hurt you. Work through the absent feeling that possesses your hearts abode when your alone, just try to not look down when the one who lost and broke your heart tries texting your phone. Although you feel you may want them back, it’s usually the vulnerability in your heart because it hurt so badly and sometimes the instinct of revenge sends signals to try and let them back in, when we all know that recycling pain to anger never ends once you let that game begin. Some tend to take this situation and try to fight back and lie back after being hurt but why’s that? Unaware of the circumstances they put themselves in, instead of letting go, they’ve made a mirror image of the sinful individual and stoop themselves that low, for what though? I honestly do not know, although this poem I wrote shows how foes of love chose the road of dishonesty to capture ones heart, the victim in this cold case of shattered love begins their own road in the wrong direction to start, you see it takes a broken heart to break heart a heart, and take it from someone with the experience of being hurt, when various amounts of emotions sore through your heart as it beats and each pump of blood seem to bring pain in different ways, what you thought was once engraved as a reminder of faith was only taken and stabbed as a weapon to defeat and only test the strength of faith with in your grace. Just face it and walk away no matter how long the pain may last, and take it as a lesson learned for then, and let the past, be the past. You never know how much faith the next heart may have.
-By Andre Domingo