Regrets

This is not about you loving me as much as I love you.
This is not about me giving everything, while you refraining from giving back.
This is not about me fighting with the world, while you waiting for a "fitting" life.
This is not about me crawling from one day to another, while you watching with pity.
This is not about me coming to a dead end, while you choosing among several paths.
This is not about me bleeding for the rest of my life, while you walking smiling.
This is about the small moments you stubbornly refused to give. Not to me. To us.

I shall never be able to arrange the collar of your shirt.
I shall never be able to make you a tea during the cold nights.
I shall never feel your hand helping me to jump over a puddle on a rainy day.
I shall never be able to watch you from the bathroom door, while you are shaving.
I shall never feel the ticking of your heart, while you are taking a nap.
I shall never hear you smacking your lips, while you are eating the food I cooked for you.
I shall never throw the slippers after you for leaving them in the middle of the room.
I shall never see you smiling, while I am doing my funny faces.
I shall never feel the the sand and the waves of the ocean together with you.
I shall never share a chocolate with you.
I shall never run after you because you forgot your earphones.
I shall never steal the remote control just to have your attention.
I shall never be able to buy you a beer on my way home.
I shall never be able to smell your perfume in the morning and roll my eyes with pleasure.
I shall never be able to be by your side, when life sucks.
I shall never have my tears wiped by your fingers.

Regrets that will always live in my heart and will tear me apart.

Scream

This is my take in tonight #55wordstory project initiated by @vivekisms some time ago and presented by me in a previous post. Enjoy and judge it. :D


Tongue felt cold and hot in the same time.

Lips were shining oily with sweetness.

Throat was singing with moans of pleasure.

Suddenly the buttery cornucopia got smaller.

Greed had just emptied it.

Last drops were slowly sliding down the valley.

I screamed.

My dress had been ice-creamed.

Have you been X-Filed yet?

Why would anybody in 2012 would write about a TV series that started to be broadcasted in 1993 and finished 10 years ago? Maybe because in the last episode the most awesome villain in a TV series, The Smoking Man, speaks about 22nd December 2012 as being the start of alien colonization? Or maybe because all the other TV shows and even movies made after that year got their inspiration from this pool of magnificent topics episode after episode?

I have re-watched lately in a slow rhythm all 9 seasons and though in the market there are other productions with super technology involved, I must say, X-Files has no similar counterpart. Its unique atmosphere and the background red thread story (the mother of the mothers of conspiracies) still resists the test of time. I am writing this post for Fringe fans for example, for Eureka fans, for Matrix fans, for the young generations who have no clue who Scully and Mulder are.

I don't believe that there is an untouched weird, bizarre or paranormal subject out there not being depicted by this series. You can find everything in it: alien abductions, brainwashing, shape-shifters, man-beasts, lake monsters,  ghosts, spirits, artificial intelligence, clones, wicked kids, pyrokinetics, lycantrophy, serial killers, reincarnation, subliminal messages, killer bugs, spontaneous combustion, fetishists (oh boy, Donnie Pfaster is one of the creepiest psychos ever. :D :D), voodoo, horse men, alligator men, Navajo codes, hackers (the Lone Gunmen are the first true geeks in the history of TV, amazing and delightful guys), religious killings, the butterfly effect, men without mouths and eyes (no, this was not a Matrix invention, sorry), genetic mutants...you name it!

And though it is quite difficult to choose from so much epicness in one place, here are my all time favorite episodes.
-Irresistible (season 2) - starring the above mentioned fetishist (painted nails and cut fingers came from X-Files dearest Dexter fans).  
-Musings of a Cigarette Smoking Man (season 4) - wanna know who killed JFK? :)
-Never Again (season 4) - where you meet the sexiest speaking tattoo. Voice-Jodie Foster. Enough said.
-Small Potatoes (season 4) - the dream of any man. :D
-Unusual Suspects (season 5) - when we finally find out how Mulder met the Lone Gunmen in 1989; priceless tech fairy, with pre-historical computers and stuff. :D
-The Post Modern Prometheus (season 5) - the most sensible episode of all; when we see who the real monsters are and where Cher plays an important part of the story. :)
-Chinga (season 5) - with a creepy doll. "I want to play" will haunt you many days after watching it. No wonder. Stephen King wrote the script. :D
-Bad Blood (season 5) - about vampires. 50 minutes of non-stop laughing.
-Triangle (season 6) - shot in Hitchcock style, it is a jewel. I would add time travel, second world war, and Bermuda Triangle.
-How The Ghosts Stole Christmas (season 6) - a haunted house on Christmas night, only 4 characters. Stairs that disappear, opening doors and getting into the same room, over and over again. You got the idea. :)
-Arcadia (season 6) - for the fun of seeing Mulder and Scully impersonating a married couple.
-Orison (season 7) - because the nail fetishist is back. :D

If you are a fan of the X-Files, please drop me a line and tell me what is your favorite episode. I would really love to find out what actually ticked for other people. Thanks a lot for reading. :)

The end of stories?

This is the post dedicated to everybody who dropped by and read my stories.

I started writing them 2 months ago as a personal therapy option. In the process great things happened, great comments I received, much love and appreciation I felt. And I am grateful to each and everyone of you who spent parts of their precious time to visit this blog and read.

Unfortunately, the magic that helped me "survived" all this time faded in the last couple of weeks, and writing became a pain catalyst. Therefore, the stories will end for now here. It is not an easy decision and I hope you will understand me.

If by any chance, though I stopped to believe in miracles long time ago, faith decides to give me that bit of happiness that helps people keep going with a smile on their face, I shall be back.

But at present, there is no crossroad ahead and no light at the end of the tunnel.

Thank you.

An oath of allegiance

If you fall, I turn into a small mushroom
So you can watch me in the eyes
And let you feed from me the strength you need.

If you fly too high in the sky, I turn into an eagle
So you can avoid the cunning perils
And let you find the way back to Earth.

If you burn, I turn into a crystal clear river
So you can heal your wounds
And let you quench the scorching thirst.

If you laugh, I turn into your lips corner
So you can taste the purest of joy
And let you know I will always be there.

Acceptance

Giving they say
is having a bit of God in yourself.
Giving they say
is writing your soul with heavenly letters.
Giving they say
is crushing your mind for others sake.
Giving they say
is rewarding the nature with balance.
Giving they say
is breaking the spells and bad omen.
Giving they say
is stepping mercilessly on your ego.
Giving they say
is enlightening your shadowed spirit.
Giving they say
is bringing sun into the blackest of sorrows.
Giving they say
is soothing the troubled and clouded souls.

Receiving instead is just a piece of science fiction story,
And this poet here has never met such a tremendous glory.

What is mine is mine...

This is a short post written as a challenge proposed by @69fubar (a central theme and 100 words max). His lollipop version can be found here http://fubar69.blogspot.com/2012/02/crunch.html

His soft spot had always been the lollipop, but not the one with lots of sugar and pinky ingredients. His favorite looked like a batton made of white and dark chocolate. He had hundreds of them at home, neatly arranged in drawers for all possible occasions. The thief knew everything about his weakness, and waited patiently. That November cold and silent night, she sneaked inside, emptied all the drawers and left with a huge revenge smile on her lips. What she would never find out was the fact that he actually slept with the most precious lollipop under his pillow.