Kind Eyes

It is not he who blows me kisses and stares at me with lustful eyes but he who looks at me, shameful of their actions, apologetic, admiring from a distance. His glare so pure and honest, it is as if he stares at a goddess, it takes me a moment to realize he is staring at me. His respectful grin leaves me intrigued. He steps forth, moving closer, he say "sorry" and smiles. I smile back, unable to look away. I gaze into his eyes mezmerized by their kindness. Wondering what he's thinking. Why he's looking at me that way. A look that makes me feel so regal. They walk away and I'm left full of questions. Who is this man? Why did he seem so different? What was going through his mind? Will I see him again?
I'm so consumed by my thoughts that minutes laters I am shaken by the knock on the window. Its him, alone, with that same warm smile and kind eyes. He walks in and gives me a note. I nod and he smiles. I open the piece of paper, " I am so sorry for my friends behavior, however I had to tell you one thing, and this is undeniable. You are beautiful". I feel the blood rushing to my cheeks, scared that he will see me blush I look up but he's gone. I run outside looking for him but he is nowhere to be found. "Thank You"... I didn't even get to say that. Where did he go? Why did he leave? He has to come back, right?
I wait hoping he will return, but hrs pass by and then days and I realize he's not coming back. So many questions left unanswered, so many scenarious left on pause, but instead of feeling empty all I can do is smile. Maybe we will cross path again but for now I hold on to the memory of the man with the kind eyes.


-Dalia

Short and Sweet...

Say it right
Anytime, anyplace
Under moonlight skies
Laced with butterfly kisses
Venus vs. Mars
If we survive
Let's fly away
I'll never tell...

-Dalia

GloryBox

Give me a reason to move foward, to move closer, to... No! I can't! I won't! But what if? What if plagues my mind, taunting me, I stand still. Trying to be logical when I no longer have a say. The battle between my heart and mind is becoming extinct. One side growing stronger while the other refuses to surrender. Every part of me aches to take a step further.
Give me a reason to go there, to let go... Blasphemy! Don't do the impossible! But what if? What if I can no longer deny this sensation, trickling through my veins, I am thirsty. My heart is no longer silent, more audible than ever. You have awaken this urge to want you, not in the physical but as an entity, mind, body and soul. I want to possess what no other has. Louder and louder, more forceful than ever, I drop my bow an arrow. The temptress must now surrender.
Give me a reason to be a woman, to love you... Yes! Certain and unconditionally. But what if? What ifs have vanished into to thin air. This is the beginning of forever...

- Dalia

Safe

Slow and monitored, cautiously induced. It is restrain in so many less words. The forethought is always premeditated to ensure the irrevocable is prevented. Steering emotions in the correct direction. "Right" would let the heart guide; "correct" allows the mind forceful control. A lion's heart to many - brave, maybe courageous, the truth is I'm a coward. Pushing in the opposite direction to avoid damage, I have encased the most fragile part - pure yet tainted, it holds no toxins, no grudges, no shrewdness. It is only free within its cell, rare and soft... my most precious possesion. I hide it from misunderstanding, judgement, mischief, irrationality, selflessness, but ultimately...love.

-Dalia

To My Muse...

I've met a match. My match. Match of the minds. My inspiration, aspiration, motivation. You nurture my neglected soul. You woo me. Yet, I admire at a distance. I stay away for fear of involvement. I dig no deeper for fear of disappointment. You see my physical has always been able to handle more than my emotional. What my heart can't bare my facade can always brush off. I enjoy you with great extent. You've awaken me. The me I've quarantined for fear of further damage. You've enkindled the me I love. I am here. I am back. I am grateful. Smitten by your words I have found... me.

-Dalia

THE MOST AMAZING WOMAN!!!

On such a day I had to give tribute to the woman who has given me life. She is my best friend, my sister, and most importantly my mother. She is my HERO. I am blessed! Te quiero mama...

- Dalia

I realize that a lot of my words show an obscure side to me that not a lot of people have seen... I am human and thus have gone through some trial and tribulations in the past few years. What I had to get me through it all was pen and paper.
Now a days I am back to the "Me" who is hopeful and full of life. It's a new day, it's a new dawn like Nina once song... this being said "keep in mind that i'm artist and i'm sensitive about my work"... :-)

Peace and Blessings!!!

Dalia

Strangers....

Blows your mind... drastically... fantastically... never ever lasting...

Outlining the disparities within us...

We become strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard...

Our shadows searching in the night.......


Dalia

Jamila

I said goodbye this morning and I yearned for you to be here because I needed you to remind me that I am amazing and I was making the right choice. I needed you to make me laugh and tell me that... but you are there and I know you did in your own way. I miss u.

Le touche d'un homme ce pas fait pour une bonne femme..

I wanna hear you, feel you… the breathing, your moans… your strength… but there is always an excuse… "let's do this or let's do that"… "I'm tired"… "my head hurts"… "my stomach hurts"... "later bebe"…. "In the morning"… "after we eat"… "when we get home"… "after they leave"… "later I promise"… "tu sais que j'ai pas la tete bien"… and I understand- ce ca? I always understand but who understands that I need the touch of a man? Not you. That I need to feel wanted, desired… and while the rest want, desire, lust, and some even stand to love me- it is you that I want and you that I am with and so I am suppose to be a good woman… an understanding woman… cool, qui va pas te prendre la tete et franchement j'ai aucun envie de me dispute avec toi… sauf ke je voudrais que mon homme, ce qui avec je suis me metterai au premier physiquement aussi mais bon. Je suis une bonne femme non? Donc je dois comprendre….

I Want You Out

You were once my sunshine
That now seems to be bombarded by clouds
Now you're gone physically,
But your presence seems to invade my dreams
I want you out
At least my mind does
However my heart seems to have tight reign over you.
You occupy my thoughts with such forcefulness
That I am unable to counter-attack
Im that unemotional girl remember?
At least Ive made a good name of myself by pretending to be
Im not suppose to cry like they do
But the tears seem to escape me.
You were once that heaven that I dreamed of
But now youre a hell I cant get out of
I want you out at least my mind does however my heart seems to have tight reign over you

- Dalia

I bid you fairwell...

Strangers reaching beyond the surface. "I'm in love with your spiritual, you made love to my mind...", that's what he said. We got to the core in a matter of days and now... I must part. I trust that we were lovers in a past life... passing through this one just to vibe. Maybe will meet again in this city, another city, or another lifetime... either way you will be the most amazing story I ever tell. A goodbye sealed with a kiss on the forehead... there is nothing sweeter...

Dalia