Isabel Ana Zavala
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Have been loving to write since a child. Never got anything published, I write more for myself. My everyday life. My children, My illnesses. The darkness we all have, The lightness we all want.
Stories (16)
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Beauty
Beauty, they say, is in the eye of the beholder. Lock that away, file that it in a folder. Look into the eyes of your soul, Is it whole? What do you see? Have you ever been free? What have you been through? Did it make you stand taller and feel anew? Do you feel beautiful or do you need validation? You are your own creation. Create Love, not Hate. You control your own fate. Learn from your mistakes. Don't reciprocate or reiterate. Like the Phoenix, rise from the ashes ans bat those lashes. Cuz, Bitch, you Lavish!
By Isabel Ana Zavala5 years ago in Poets
Alone
Sitting in a cold chair staring at an old picture frame, looking at a face that was once filled with life. Now all alone and terrified, there is no hand to hold. No one to speak my worries to. I feel the toxins slowly course into my veins. A cold sensation runs up my arm and down my spine. The metallic taste in your mouth getting stronger. Legs elevated, blood pressure low. All alone, in a place where death is in the air and all around you. Laying in this cold and eerie recliner hearing the beeping of the machine while it continues to drip the toxins into your veins. Realization kicks in. Am I making the right decision? Will this kill me faster? Mind racing, all alone, no one to run to. All alone, staring at the old picture frame, pleading to God, please remove my loneliness.
By Isabel Ana Zavala5 years ago in Poets
Spread My Wings
I don't know what's up from down, I lost my way. But I know I'm here to stay. I knew when I almost ended it. In the sky I spread my wings. Now I'm breathing, breathing like I've never done before. Seas I have sailed, ships that I've sunk, no more will I cry, I can't take it. No more loosing sleep, won't loose easily. In the sky I spread my wings. I go no further, I stay no longer. Wings spread ready to take flight. I am full of hopes, desires and dreams. one day I will be set free. In the sky I spread my wings. I'm strong not weak, I'm brave not meek. Motivation going strong. I will not stop moving along. In the sky I spread my wings.
By Isabel Ana Zavala5 years ago in Poets
Love me Now
Love me now, don't ask what if. Like the sands of time, my time is slipping. It's slipping at a faster rate then I wanted it to. God needs me sooner and I've made my peace with his decisions. I know this may seen difficult to comprehend, but questions are mundane at this point. Hold my hands close, don't ask why. Kiss my lips softly and whisper you'll never say goodbye. Wipe the lonely tear that is slowly running down my cheek. Realizing our forever has gotten cut short. Hug me tight and don't ask when. Just love me with the time we have been given. Even if this seems like a moment, I have loved you my whole life. My Angel, My Smile, My Rescue. Infinity
By Isabel Ana Zavala5 years ago in Poets
Questions
As children we ask big questions to try and make sense of the world. As adults we offer answers without proof. In reality, there isn't any single answer. We all must walk our own paths and find our answers to our truths. If we were meant to be in each others lives, we will find each other. When our paths become one, we find our proof, we find our truths, we find our answers. It's not about the answers themselves, it's about how you get those answers, the paths you took, the new friends and lovers you made along the way. As kids, all we think about how big our world is but we fail to really comprehend the enormitiy of it all. At the end of the day, proof is what you personally believe, not something materialistic... My proof are my words.
By Isabel Ana Zavala5 years ago in Poets
Catastrophe
You turn my mind into a catastrophe. It implodes within itself. My emotions, my thoughts, my very being scattered every which way, like a million puzzle pieces being pulled apart to begin again. Our assumptions became termites in our relationship. We never invested in an exterminator. Bit by earth shattering bit, eating away from what my reality of you was, is and will be. Our foundation became brittle. Brink by sinister brick, your tricks became habits. Release me from your grip. Mind going mad and people don't undersand, how can you be so unhappy when you're the epitome of a perfect couple. There's no such thing. The catastrophe is within the two of you and it cannot be tamed until your hearts are full. Until then, the puzzle pieces will not fit and your worlds, forever catastrophe.
By Isabel Ana Zavala5 years ago in Poets
Stare
With just a simple stare or caress, I get lost in your world of domination, lost in your gaze of determination. My fury so intense, my body trembles, my pearl glistens and my heart rate increases. Just the thought of his stare on me. looking past my clothing, past my under garmets. To my very soul, to my very core. My body flutters as his hands slowly caress my shoulders. Goose bumps forming. Those eyes. I submit to those fiery passionate eyes. I hear your heart beat skip from across the room, or was that me? My chest rises and falls ans excitement takes over. My imagination is taking me to euphoric paradises with that stare. Longing for the day to touch that hand and kiss those lips and surrender myself to you.
By Isabel Ana Zavala5 years ago in Poets
Stardust
Some nights you will feel like there are a thousand glaxaxies exploding in every inch of you and you are burning too bright to ever be looked at directly, and some nights you will feel impossibly small, like your whole body could slip through space between atoms and never reappear in the world again. Some nights you will feel like a paper doll, carefully crafted and easily blown away, fragile, too delicate to even be touched. Some nights you will feel like each and every cell in your body is made of the strength that holds the planet together and that's ok because you are made of stardust and minuscule atoms and breakable bones. The building blocks of everything in the universe. You are too alive to never feel anything more than human.
By Isabel Ana Zavala5 years ago in Poets
Menacing
Your menacing words still poke me like hot daggers to the heart. You apologize and everything's normal again? Deep, deep down, I break more and more. I am no longer seen. I'm wasting away and nobody notices. The shame and guilt overwhelms me with such saddness. I need to run away from this madness. Like the blood and toxins coursing through my veins killing me softly but at the same giving me life. Your kisses were my poison, my brain fog. I saw and heard your blow by blows. Taking them as they came. Your caresses became my morphine after an "attack" My life slowly slipping and I am so afraid to take it back.
By Isabel Ana Zavala5 years ago in Poets
Cancer
Cancer... That cruel cruel two sylable word. It destroys lives, families, minds and makes you question, everything. It spreads likea spider's web, creating its home. Web intertwining, strong and sturdy. How ironic that saying. Mind shattering, mind altering. Life forever changed with that ONE word. It's all cosuming, not biased. Slowly eating you away from the inside until you become a former shell of your former self. Like the fly wrapped in the spider's webbing, you wrap your arms around yourself and stand there with eyes of sadness, knowing the journey you are about to embark on...
By Isabel Ana Zavala5 years ago in Poets
