From the book An Honest Breath of a Dreamer by Petia Barzakova Mercado

Title: An Honest Breath of a Dreamer

Subtitle: a collection of alleviating and awakening poetry for everyone

Subject: Contemporary poetry

Length: 148 pages (8 ½ x 11, Size 12, Arial)

Parts: 1. Oh, I get so inspired…

2. You eyes…

3. If I could say one thing…

Samples from part two:

Temptation

The glamour of the flames—

With gold melting into copper;

Burning into many planes—

Electrify the gloom with glare.

Couldn’t see the night

Or sense the biting air.

Darkness singed out of sight.

Forest trees died there!

Oh, so warm and pretty!

Powerful flames invite

The bitter heart they pity

To jump inside a luring fire.

Doomed

I am bound to cry insensibly

and yearn every single day

to lay on my hollow bed covered with coal sheets

and write about my misery

tell about my inescapable spell

I wish to forget

we ever met

down in my horrifying sorrow

I search for a ladder

to step up higher

but am I so blind

and am I so un-liked

by the desirable luck

I am doomed to wait impatiently

and spill invisible tears endlessly

I found someone new

to cover up the dark

but I still can’t feel a spark

of light

he lies beside me in this bed

but when I am awake

I can’t feel him in the darkness

he disappears when I think of love

and your glamorous face comes along

I smile at him but it is hard to laugh

with someone I don’t even trust

it is hard to live

with someone I wouldn’t even last

then I see your face once again

but your insolent deeds just leave me in vain

it would never be the same

Back On My Knees

I held my head up high

When you handed my your lie

And I looked way up

While you tried to manipulate

So did the sun run away

And the flowers and trees escape

Stretched up higher

When you lit up the fire

And I claim the mountains

Scratching with my nails

Not to bother

But you lips throw me off the hills

Back on my knees

How dare you look at the Sun

And deceive her with your moonlight charm

Spreading stars of regrets

Splitting the light with hasty steps

And I claim the mountains

Scratching with my nails

Not to bother

But you lips throw me off the hills

Back on my knees

So you came here

To fill in absence

In my vulnerable life

Your fingers dug into my flesh

Searching for my heart

Then ripped it apart

With the roots

You extract

I Am Awake Now

It’s too late to turn around

I sat and counted empty hours

Stared at the never-ending walls

I am the only one who waited

But the dream isn’t vivid anymore

I am awake now!

I still wish I kept on dreaming

In blinding colors and blooming flowers

I didn’t walk on the dusty earth

Instead I flew like weightless feather

Floating in the air

Blown away by someone’s breath

I never knew who closed my eyes

And pressed upon a burden

I carry on my bony shoulders

Pain not mine

But it’s too late to carry on

The magic doesn’t tremble anymore

And I seem to ‘ve lost my way

So, at these final hours

I will open wide my crying eyes

Wipe the burning tears away

Shed the stabbing memory

Hide it in a shrouded place

I will never come across again

Marvel

Is this the beginning

Or the end?

Astounded, I listen in silence

I glare without a single blink

Patience

in fear

I whisper without a breaking sound

Amazed,

you leave me

But my past just fosters eerie flurry

Dreadful memories shout a distant black reality

Be aware!

But then, I’m allured benumbed

So, I doubt before since now

A single move could crack such a rare tiny glass

Spill the marvelous love inside

Magical Serum

So fragile

You cuddle away my feeble ache

I find myself

Dreaming awake

In a ravishing fable

Listless

I am too tired

to continue this wanton fight

my breath chokes my heart

and I exhale memories

memories and lonely tears

I could not wane

I could not wash away

a heavy vile frost

chills and dismays my chest

my tears divest

erode the pointless hope

and dry on my face

I reach out with my wrinkled hand

then regret my unsure breath

find me,

once again

I urge to feel the same

a lover’s breath to undress my face

and un-choke my winded breath

find me

until this day

I have been without a home

and drowned in a lake

overflowed with tears

just my own

A Song For You

I grabbed the pen

and wrote a song

about the time

I loved you so

and you hated me more

I used the darkest ink

and spilled across a few coal notes

I leveled them in line

the only way, I figured,

to sing a dismal song

would be to moan

I doubt the singer

who claims to sing

my dreary song

the way I heard it then

so, how about a song

I devote to you

the one who inspired me

to sketch on filthy paper

lonely notes with dripping dingy ink

weeping with a fallen pulse

aligned across the lowest base

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