sometimes I just need to be held . No sex , just gently embraced

When you can mentally rise above it .There's always a reason behind someone's action. It could be something deeply ingrained or a current situation they're currently undergoing. So whenever someone decides to throw dirt at my feet. I leave it. I get it. I understand. You're hurting I don't need to feed the frenzy even more.

After many dramatic episodes ...

I  need you more than you could ever image .  I crave your warm embrace, and I truly miss your  sweet nothing in my ears..... 





        thinking what to put in this mouth ....




i wasn't in the mood ,but  said fuck it anyways,.... 




fuck it, gotta love yourself  in all situations .. 







 gotta love my stoic expression.. i just cant help it. 



my family is and will always bring the best out in me.. 

Confessions 2017

I still haven't accepted the death of my son's father... and i hold on to him  even though  its been years.. i miss and love him, everyday, all the time. It hurts knowing my son don't have him , don't know him......  it hurts like hell.... & when i look around at the world and see  how fast life  change , people change... i somehow still remain the same ... deep wounds, tarnished heart and sometimes cold,  like a pale morning spring still clinging to winter's chill. ...at times  sadness take over my soul , but its my son that gives me strength to endure , to live , to hope & dream and  believe that everything will eventually will fall into place.. not to mention my beautiful little girl adds beauty and light to my world.. my children give me unspeakable joy every second of every day...  but i still hold on to him and i cry in my lonely hours for everything that was , exist & could have been ..... Edward , I carry his heart in my heart. 10-28-2006.... and yet i must still go on........  knowing & accepting that , there are things that time can not simply mend.... .............

little things Inspire me...

                              

                                    A Poem for The Lord of Literature.

My professor Mitnick is the coolest cat around.

He teaches literature without a frown,

Fiction and poetry are his thing.

He gives them more life than they truly bring.

He loves to decipher the very core of their meaning.

He does it with style , and a beaming smile.

What a pleasure it is to witness so much passion,

And my professor teaches in a manly fashion.

He yells. Plot, setting , character and theme.

They are important, believe me,  this is not a scheme.

I never thought I truly enjoy this class.

My only hope is that I pass….

The lord of literature gets chill with words

Please don't judge him, he hangs around with nerds.

For my dear professor and his endless love of teaching.

P.s. I hope you know I admire your dedication and your unfading love for  literature.

L. Acosta

Keeping my eyes on the prize ... & with all the madness that's going on in my life right now , I honestly don't know how I manage to do so well in all my classes . But I suppose god is giving me the strength to stay solid through this storm and my kids are that driving force ....




Cathedral by Raymond carver is a very interesting story . You must read it , & its the irony of the story that captivates me and it makes think that most of us live life this way .. being blind even when we have the gift of sight .

misinterpretations , unbending images of self..

I don't know why the word "Minority" bothers me so much.

 I don't know why the word "Minority" bothers me so much. ... maybe i don't like to be labelled , or even acknowledged the fact that we as whole, are deprived, disadvantaged , discriminated and judged based on who we are.( our race, ethnicity, social economic status, where we live. etc, ). I abhor the fact that we are always thousands of steps behind the Dominant Majority. why? ....

Education is Not the great Equalizer !!!!..... just think about it from a minority point of view .