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Coveted

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Only days pass before I begin to yearn for him and I can only hope he feels the same. The thought of him consumes my soul and it just makes me love him so much more. My heart is once again alive regardless of how much time has passed. I can feel his touch even when it hasn’t occurred and to some it might seem absurd, but every thought just makes me work up my nerve. To fight for him like I’ve never fought before, because this could lead to so much more. A life of happy moments and perfect nights, a long side the man who was always right. The only man who stuck by me through thick and thin and was never scared to show me what was within. A man so selfless, who would let another have my heart, if this would turn my life to art. But he’s the man who inspires my soul and makes me search for more. He’s the man I can never forget and whom no matter, what I never regret. He’s the man only man I want to love, because in him I can always trust.

-M. Fernández

Copyright © 2017 Marlin Alicea Fernández, Soul to Ink. All Rights Reserved

Maybe Someday

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His fear is evident; we’ve been waiting so long, and many times we weren’t able to hold on. Our paths, criss and crossed but never seemed to align, no matter how much we searched we could never each other find. Now we’re here face to face but no one knows what choice to make or if we should just let it all fade. But the memories are buried deep inside, and there begging that we don’t let them die. We’ve survived too much to give up now, but the question always remains and that is how. How do we let go of all the scars traced across our hearts, those scars that at night tear us apart. He’s the one I’ve been searching for all this time, not knowing he’s been here all along, tied to the notion that we belong. If only we could let go of all the hurt and all the pain, maybe we could erase our mistakes and finally mend all the heartbreaks. But his fear is evident and theres not much I can do, except maybe say, I’ve always loved you.

 -M. Fernández

Copyright © 2017 Marlin Alicea Fernández, Soul to Ink. All Rights Reserved

 

Fallen Angel

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He was like fire, beautiful but dangerous to the bone. He could keep you alive when you most needed it and destroy you and when you least expected. He was an angel turned devil, he was evil trying to become right. He was the monster you feared at night but then befriended and thought it to be right. He was everything you loved and hated embodied in a single soul. He was what made you doubt if you could go on anymore. He was what made you drop, but also picked you of the floor. He was everything you wanted and didn’t want to be. He was what incarcerated you but also set you free.

-M. Fernández

Copyright © 2017 Marlin Alicea Fernández, Soul to Ink. All Rights Reserved

Unsettled

She said goodbye to another body she knew as home. Another soul that had almost become her own. But as much as she loved him, he never understood that home was never a place. Home were his arms, home was his heart. Home was something no one but themselves could tear apart. Home provided happiness like no other, because happiness was never about the places explored or the personal battles conquered. Happiness was seeing those beautiful eyes and smile time and time again. Home was about having a lover and friend. But home was a one way stream, home in reality was nothing more than a dream. An idea that was never fulfilled and was easily killed because at the end it was all about the thrill. 
-M.Fernández

 Copyright © 2017 Marlin Alicea Fernández, Soul to Ink. All Rights Reserved

Fallacious


He kisses and caresses her, tells her shes so sweet. That he has eyes for no others and she was who he was waiting to meet. Their interests and their taste just seem to align and everything seems perfect, everything seems fine. Innocent laughs, and gentle brushes,turn into misguided hands and sexual touches. Her mind tells her, just tells her too wait, it’s too much to soon it’s all so insane. But she likes the feel, the feel of being touched, even more she likes the idea of being loved. All the while her body betrays her and gives signs she dosen’t want to send. She feels weak and powerless she wants to give in, but this boy she just met, he isn’t even a friend. Yet some how some way she makes things come to an end. Thanking God she was still strong enough to pretend. But time goes by and they meet again and it seems this time she just wont withstand. Theres something about him she just can resist and everything seems so happy maybe this is finally her good twist. Maybe this is the happy ever after shes been so longing for, maybe this time she wont end up crying on the floor. So she gives it all, with all her might, she decides to give her heart and begin to fight. She fights for something that seems true and it almost seems like he’s fighting too. He wants the future and the happy ever after maybe this time it wont be a disaster. She slowly learns to love her self again, just like she did before she met them. But time passes and things quickly turn bad, and the soft and gentle kisses surely come to pass. The intense nights filled with passion soon turn to screams and dark actions and she cradles a body thats no longer there, that feels nothing for no one except for himself. But she holds on to an idea that dosen’t seem to pass, holding on to a misconception of something that wont last. She lets herself get quieter every time and the demons in her mind start appearing outside of nighttime. She wants to escape but dosen’t know how, she got stuck in a brutal love game and dosent know what to do now. So she closes her eyes and wishes for the best, maybe this was all some sort of test. A test she’ll never know if she passed or she failed, only that it took her, really nowhere. And she compares this with what she’s lived before and she finds herself, yes, thats right, crying on the floor. That place to which she vowed she’d never return, thinking next time it would be their turn. So she crumbles away within her heart, knowing again it’s time for a restart. 

  -M.Fernández

 Copyright © 2017 Marlin Alicea Fernández, Soul to Ink. All Rights Reserved

The Verge


She walked with ball and chain tied to her heart. Carrying the sins of her past, while trying to find a way to last. She tortured herself over things she couldn’t change, she got tied down by a horrible game. She held her mistakes closely to her mind, yet hoping some peace she would find. She let herself get lost and stopped believing in herself, she slowly lost all her care. Her dreams and desires seemed to fade away. Her love for art was no longer enough and everything seemed to come at a cost. She lost her sense of value and what made her think she was special in the moment where it was most essential.

  -M.Fernández

 Copyright © 2017 Marlin Alicea Fernández, Soul to Ink. All Rights Reserved