tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31133001693388963622024-03-19T18:00:24.340-04:00Fragments of an IdentityMimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08694032432765969896noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113300169338896362.post-75594460973852621512012-10-18T21:03:00.001-04:002012-10-18T21:03:57.363-04:00Salvation Within<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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The sad truth is that I am not sure
of who I am.
Caught between two worlds, I feel
chained,
unable to break free from ignorant
assumptions,
veiled in mysterious cultural
animosity.
Neglect of understanding how to
balance both surroundings,
Mimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08694032432765969896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113300169338896362.post-5218181533397062512012-10-18T20:54:00.004-04:002012-10-18T20:54:46.441-04:00Destiny<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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mso-padding-alt:0in Mimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08694032432765969896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113300169338896362.post-50647332371966537932010-12-02T15:40:00.000-05:002010-12-02T15:40:15.119-05:00UnconventionalI no longer want to be an open book
I want to be shrouded in mystery,
veiled in obscurity,
blanketed in secrecy
and camouflaged in ambiguity
I want to abandon all impulses
and live in concealment
I want to be unknown to all
and be known to only myself
I am a catalyst waiting to erupt
I am an unconventional puzzle with pieces missingMimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08694032432765969896noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113300169338896362.post-54933279294006709592010-12-02T15:39:00.000-05:002010-12-02T15:39:12.596-05:00A Letter to a FriendDear Friend,
I haven’t seen you for a long time, but have been thinking about you everyday. Sometimes I sit and wonder what happened to you and if I had pushed you away. Could it have been that I was too blind to see how important you were in my world? I remember when we would be together and things always seemed hopeful…my dreams, my aspirations, my life. But I let Mimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08694032432765969896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113300169338896362.post-60819173545594089442010-08-22T00:24:00.006-04:002010-08-22T00:33:56.920-04:00Scents of a MemoryStanding in the sweet breeze that wafts through my soft hair
Laughing at the fragrant rays that warms my fair skinTouching the aromatic sands that fall through my delicate fingersSmelling the scented flowers that tickle my pretty nose
I remember you, remember me,Two hearts that were intertwined like dovesTwo souls cast together like a river into the oceanYour eyes fell upon me and I fell upon Mimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08694032432765969896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113300169338896362.post-52977323273223695522010-08-19T12:28:00.003-04:002010-08-19T12:43:33.625-04:00Most US students think Beethoven is a doghttp://rawstory.com/rs/2010/0818/students-beethoven-dog/ Interesting article of how generations continue on to college with very little knowledge of real life issues, history and political movements. It seems that this recent generation of college students are interested just in the "snookies" and "situations" of the world, along with Survivor and the bachelor...Mimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08694032432765969896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113300169338896362.post-43291734229830616672010-08-19T12:27:00.001-04:002010-08-19T12:27:15.656-04:00Oh how naive a person can be when they listen to words made out of honey instead of a heart made out of stone!Mimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08694032432765969896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113300169338896362.post-76055728876996972882010-08-19T12:25:00.003-04:002010-08-19T12:25:39.226-04:00 Chances are there to be taken, if you fail at seeing the opportunity in front of your eyes, your heart lives forever wondering what could have been, your soul, although it may be happy and free of regret, can still hurt with the emptiness of not knowing...Mimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08694032432765969896noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113300169338896362.post-174035166792735972010-08-19T12:21:00.002-04:002010-08-19T12:45:15.261-04:00Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them. ~Nathaniel HawthorneMimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08694032432765969896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113300169338896362.post-4656339078691695942010-08-19T12:20:00.002-04:002010-08-19T12:20:16.939-04:00 Life is sometimes a disappointment...only when you allow stupid people to take control of it...let them go and see how much more meaningful life becomes.Mimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08694032432765969896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113300169338896362.post-65096675230243748562010-05-09T23:20:00.002-04:002010-05-09T23:20:39.430-04:00Drowning in Her EyesColor…light
Texture…soft
Emotion…true
They say one’s soul emits through the eyes,
as if the body only yields idle talk,
with its supple breasts and curvy thighs
the arc in her back and the movement of her walk
the passion in her voice and the gentle hands
all radiates a certain desire,
but only the stunning eyes can drown a man
with characteristics that signify fire.
She can grab him at any Mimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08694032432765969896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113300169338896362.post-41878286371231480702010-05-09T23:17:00.005-04:002010-05-09T23:17:51.508-04:00Nothing LeftI have nothing left to gain.
The illusions I’ve had have crumbled and fallen.
I have become fragile and weak.
Paralyzed my very spirit.
Now all that is left only time will tell.
What I have lost can never be found.
The sheer sound of your voice
resonates within my very being.
I am left without a choice,
I am left without any control.
The essence of your smile
lingers deep within my memories.
Mimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08694032432765969896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113300169338896362.post-9690394646693705462010-05-09T23:17:00.002-04:002010-05-09T23:17:13.742-04:00State of ComatoseIn the moonlight so bright,
I lay alone in a state of comatose,
wondering how to leave this place.
Crying tears of fear, living in fear,
you took from my heart and gave an emptiness to my soul.
I cry those tears in fear, for I cannot make a sound.
Scared of my life, scared for my life, scared because of life.
I lay here in a state of comatose
To chains and rope I am bound,
to a destiny of my own Mimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08694032432765969896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113300169338896362.post-90435181895109004732010-05-09T23:16:00.005-04:002010-05-09T23:16:39.181-04:00Midnight SkyAwakening; sounds of raging storms
fear takes over and continues to form
Awkward delusions running through my mind,
as I endlessly search, yet cannot find.
A black abyss envelops my soul,
No longer able to take control.
Clouds disperse a downpour of hail
as I fall to my knees, weakened and frail
Looking up, I cry to the midnight sky
wanting desperately to say good-bye.
Hidden in the shadows Mimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08694032432765969896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113300169338896362.post-54794381592714763012010-05-09T23:16:00.002-04:002010-05-09T23:16:17.129-04:00Would we be in Anguish Like This?Rain pours, falling like shards of glass,
the moon illuminates the cuts on my skin.
As I wonder how long this will last,
tears stream down my face once again.
Darkness encircles me where your arms used to be,
the cold wet ground has become my bed.
I’m leaving, but would you still remember me?
I feel cold and alone, I guess I am now dead.
My wounds bleed, through my soul the blood seeps,
I closeMimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08694032432765969896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113300169338896362.post-28669978649681085582010-05-09T23:15:00.002-04:002010-05-09T23:15:26.564-04:00ProtectorHer eye peeks out from beneath the cloth as she overlooks the man standing beside her. He is handsome, strong and tall, built to protect her. His smile is soft yet his eyes can challenge anyone who dares to utter a word. He is gentle, yet can pounce at the flick of a light. He is a son, a brother, an uncle; he is a husband and a father. She looks at him and wonders what he is thinking.
His Mimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08694032432765969896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113300169338896362.post-63992734652542802662010-05-09T23:14:00.002-04:002010-05-09T23:14:46.518-04:00Let Me FlyYou called me up just the other day,
said you had something important to say.
Your voice sent shivers down my spine,
I didn’t want to know what was on your mind.
You said you’ve been keeping things inside,
your feelings you no longer want to hide.
You said you’ve felt for me something,
but that I had been a bird with a broken wing.
I told you I didn’t want to hear it,
but the truth is, I just Mimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08694032432765969896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113300169338896362.post-83952283453877526032010-05-09T23:13:00.005-04:002010-05-09T23:13:46.464-04:00Lifeless LifeWe begin our lives with dreams,
Seeing what we want to, feeling what we need.
But how could we forget the lifeless life we live,
A life full of sorrow, a life full of regret
Broken are our dreams,
sitting upon a shelf,
shattered are our memories,
seeing faces that are unfamiliar.
An open book lies on the mantle
pages torn out between,
forgotten are our hopes,
vanished are our dreams,
living a Mimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08694032432765969896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113300169338896362.post-31419099548892906112010-05-09T23:13:00.002-04:002010-05-09T23:13:17.410-04:00Soft LightThe soft light from the moon engulfs her,
Her tears form, rolling down the shadow on her cheek.
She wipes them away with her snow white hands, elegant, fragile hands.
She tries to stand, but her knees buckle in weakness, in sorrow.
She falls back to the ground, wailing heart beats as loud as thunder memories escape her, forming into hallucinations before her bloodshot and puffy eyes.
She sees Mimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08694032432765969896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113300169338896362.post-32502996200612287652010-05-09T23:12:00.002-04:002010-05-09T23:12:15.836-04:00She Walks in SilenceShe walks in silence as her heals hit the floor in high pitches. A tear starts to form in her eye and quickly she extinguishes it before it falls. She is saddened, hurt left to feel betrayal. She wonders what she has done to deserve this, to suffer unimaginable pain. She walks in silence as her hips sway side to side and she remembers the sweet words that were once said. She was beautiful, Mimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08694032432765969896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113300169338896362.post-46360851151854971722010-05-09T23:11:00.005-04:002010-05-09T23:11:36.838-04:00Angles Laugh For YouAngels laugh for you, yet they cry for us
We weigh our hearts down with the weight of our sorrows
As we deliberate our future paths not even considering the mistakes we’ve made in the past.
Our eyes hold stories of pain while our hearts try to hide them, but as black as the night can be, our souls are even darker.Mimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08694032432765969896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113300169338896362.post-39357793940784661172010-05-09T23:10:00.002-04:002010-05-09T23:10:30.702-04:00Bitter ColdI am cold, bitter cold.
I awaken with a shiver that runs through my body
Wondering why my heart seems so heavy with sorrow
I try to stand only to realize that my knees are weak
I try to utter a sound, only to realize that I have no voice
I am cold, bitter cold.
The need for warmth engulfs me
But I am in a room full of darkness
The night has taken over, taken full control
I try to push away theMimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08694032432765969896noreply@blogger.com0