Her brain consisted of 100 billion cells..
Her body.. 37.2 Trillion.
& he…he loved every single cell that constructed her.
He loved her physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually….
And when they made love..they not only made it with their bodies..
They made love to each other’s minds..
Their souls combined together and created an unexplainable climax.
Rather unearthly.
(Image used does not belong to me)
I used to be your star..as rare as a diamond, But now I’m just like dirt..covered up with pavement.
To you I’m nothing special..
To you I’m invisible..
Sometimes I find myself to think just like you ..And let these thoughts stick to me like glue.
I begin to doubt myself and my capability,
And though many see my light..Its your darkness that keeps shading me.
It’s hard to hear my voice..With all your noisy sound..
It’s hard to see my path..With all these walls you’ve build around..
Sometimes I do
..feel important..
and think that maybe I’m still your shining star..
But to my quick disappointment …
You remind me that all I am now…Is just a scar..
(Artist: DestinyBlue)
I see you..
Without ever opening my eyes..
I know you..
Without any manual guides..
..I feel you..
Without having to reach out and touch..
I need you..
But I never allow myself to take too much..
I want all of you..but my love overpowers my greed..
So..I release you once again..until you’re back with what I need..
…but I’ll never tell you that I crave you..and you help me to revive..
and..that
you’re the only antidote..that’s keeping me alive..
(Image used does not belong to me)
Why’d you give me the keys to your heart..when you’d changed the lock? Why’d you give me the password to your life..just to put me on block?
You came..you saw..you destroyed. Now I have no worth..like a check that’s written to void.
I’m just left here with this mic..but no voice. It’s like being in a prize room..with the exact same choice.
So why’d you promise me a happily ever after.. Just to end the story right before the last chapter?
Why’d you choose truth instead of dare..just to tell a lie? ..
Why’d you plant me seeds of flowers..just to watch them die..?
💙(Artwork By: Destiny Blue)💙
From blue to red we all bleed the same color, From sperm to egg, we’re all made from one father and one mother.
From country to country, we all breathe one air, From straight to curly..we all have one head from which grows hair.
From homosexual to heterosexual, We all use one heart to love, From 4,200 different religions, to scientific astrologists, we all look for something greater above,
From thick to thin, we all fit inside of our layer of skin, From laughter & love to anger & sorrow..we all feel the same thing.
So why hate, discriminate, debate and separate?
Why not appreciate, procreate and celebrate?
Why feel the need for power and greed, Instead of helping one another to succeed? We can’t survive, if we keep watering a dying seed..
Stop starving love by giving hate more to feed! There is No Black or White, ..It’s all one RED that we bleed…
(The image used is not owed by me)
I will love you for the rest of my life on earth,
I will love you every second of every year, since the day I gave birth.
I will love you even when you disobey, stray away and say how much you hate me,
..but..I will still love you.. I will love all of you and I will love you all for free.
Dedicated to: Skylar & Mila (My daughters) 💖
By: Marina Collado
Paint over my black with yellow..
Please turn my cold into warm..
Bring back my light..no shadow..
Just the rainbow with no storm..
Restore all my happy, erase all my sorrow..
And just grow pretty flowers..even in the snow..
By: Marina Collado
(The image is not owed by me)
How dare I ask for help…
When we’re all battling to be number one..
I reach out for a hand.. instead I grab a fully loaded gun..
But you don’t pull the trigger..
Just like to watch me suffer for fun…
It’s like tying up my legs then telling me to run.
So how dare I ask for help..
When I haven’t even begun..
How dare I think I have a chance..
When you’ve already won..
By: Marina Collado
(The image used is not owed by me)
I’m not in this dress to impress or show you interest.
My manicure, doesn’t mean I’m insecure or in need of someone to reassure.
No injections, to fix my imperfections, No Dr. to remake me into a nonexistent blur..
To tell me that my womanly curves need some type of cure..then
Show me photos of women saying I can look like her..
Her?..
Perfect silicone breasts on a magazine cover?
Photoshopped,
Cropped,
And 30 pounds dropped!
Her?…
Half of her gone,
A little giggle is wrong,
That belly fat don’t belong!
Might as well erase her and have her be gone!..
Her?..
A women!
A mother..of a son,
A wife..of a husband
A daughter..of a father and
A sister..to a brother,
Her?
Made to surrender, to your criticisms and surgical knives..
Made to believe that it is beauty that defines lives..
Oh..Her..
You mean the real women behind that magazine cover?
The unedited,
Pre-plastic, flat chested,
Wide hips and smiling lips,
Her?
No makeup wearing, don’t give a damn who’s starring,
Taking care of her business & shows you no interest.
Her? Yes
I’d prefer.
All her flaws exposed, and still her beauty shows.
And in time her skin will wrinkle,
But for her nurturing heart you will be thankful.
For we don’t remember the greatest philosophers for their looks..
We read about their lessons and actions in our history books..
By: Marina Collado
Art by:Aquasixio
I am the background, you are my world. The color to my grey..my beautiful girl.
You are mine. No one else will understand my love for you. They couldn’t even if they wanted to..but to them you are just another baby. To me you are my moment of excitement when I saw the words pregnant on that stick. You are my mind hoping and praying that you won’t ever get sick. You are my 3 months of nausea and heartburn, my 8 months of googling anything babies that I could learn. You are my 6 months of feeling you moving, kicking and growing inside me, my 8 months of worrying if you are ok and wanting you beside me. My 8 months of anticipating and 8 months of weight gaining. You are my 8 months of uncontrollable hormones and 8 months of readjusting organs, skin and bones. You are my 16 hours of pain and labor, 16 hrs of fainting, sweating, bleeding, and crying. You are my early but healthy arrival, you are your proud mom’s survival. My 3 months of not sleeping, six months of making sure you are breathing. You are my eyes, my nose, my lips and toes, my fingers, my ears, my smile and my tears, You are my lungs, my heart, my brand new start..you’re my present and my future..I’m your doctor, friend and teacher..you are my soul, my life..my all. So to everyone else..you are just another baby..But to me..you… you are mine❤️
Perfection Not Required 