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Wow, another year....
I always feel like I never accomplish all the things I want to and that life continues to throw curve balls my direction.
It's funny how he first few days of January always start off with purpose and hope, but we quickly fall back into routine.
Last January was rather disappointing for me, so I am hopeful that this year can start in a far better way.

Anyone like Christmas Poetry?

Or Yule poetry? Winter Poetry? How about a bunch of seasonal poems?

Here You Go... Season of Poetry

I enjoy writing poems for the different seasons!!

Hindsight

Living in a technological age is difficult. Everything is there to read, re-read, analyze after the fact and see with stark clarity how blind we had been. 

We make of our past, oft times, a version we presumed it was because during what was then the present, we didn't see what was actually going on.

Perception is dangerous, because many factors change it. 

Only through hindsight, can we have true clarity, and with the ability to have what is said forever saved to refer to, we can know of a surety that in moments of our past, we were idiots. 

There is no "that wasn't what was said" when many conversations can be saved.

Why must hindsight be the truest form of sight when moving forward is not done by looking back?

A Deal for Beltane

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Thanks for all the support. I appreciate it when people tell me my poems helped them in some way!

Elizabeth Azpurua

Imagination

If we do not cultivate the imagination in children, we stifle their ability to see beyond the present; we stunt their inward growth with limitations and prevent their minds from exploring new possibilities that have yet to be thought up. It’s a part of our responsibility to treasure the minds of those that are wide open and help them become who they are destined to be. Imagination leads to the dream that fuels the flame of invention. Imagination is the spark that ignites the fire of discovery. Imagination encompasses everything, limitless, far reaching and powerful. There’s nothing more potent than a child with a dream.

~ Elizabeth Azpurua

Another New Book: Broken

So, my newest poetry ebook is out! Get "Broken" by Elizabeth Azpurua

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Hope you enjoy it!!

Elizabeth

A Love of Flames and Ashes

A Love of Flames and Ashes

My dearest Woodstove,

I wish to tell you of my profound love for you and how blessed I consider myself to have become acquainted with you.

For many months I struggled through the harsh winters without your warmth as I feared wind, snowstorms and the tragedy of frozen pipes. I yearned for a means of keeping warm when the power would go out or when the wind sent chills down my spine in this lonely attic space.

I had planned for you a happy home; you see, I even bought the tiles months in advance. I knew you would come into my life and grace me with your warmth someday, but I never could have imagined just how fiery you would be. You set my bones on fire! No, not literally – imagine such a thing?  Yet, you do have a way of warming me straight down to my core.

I remember the day I met you like it was yesterday. There was a chill in the October air when they unloaded you off the truck and I saw the first glimpse of your cast iron sides and lovely glass door. You were such a heavy thing to move and I feared you’d just fall right through the floor of my attic space. I admit, my dearest, I feared for us both.

There was a considerable effort put into getting you into the house and up the attic steps and even more considerable effort went into placing you in the exact center of the tiled space. I couldn’t have you just an inch off center! No, for you my dearest, only perfection would do.

As I had stood there admiring your beauty I began envisioning all the fires I would build in you. I knew I mustn’t get ahead of myself though; I still had to get the chimney pipes. You love your chimney pipes, don’t you? I purchased them especially to fit you and provide the best means of smoke to escape from you. I am rather fond of the job we did. Your chimney pipes look lovely and work beautifully. Wouldn’t you agree?

Now, my dear, I must tell you of the first fire. Oh, now don’t blush! I truly found it to be a beautiful little fire. I know we had much to learn at that time of how best to build a fire for you, but I’d say by now we’ve gotten the hang of it. We went from small fires we must cradle and tend to gently and cautiously to raging fires stacked perfectly for the best heat consumption. Your catalytic converter loves your fires now, doesn’t it? We've sure learned a lot.

I love how I can come home and find a nice bed of coals waiting for the perfect logs. The logs catch easily and I can sit and simply gaze at all your flaming glory. I find such magnificent beauty in your flames as they dance and change from yellow, to orange and finally to blue. The bluest flames burn so hot and intense filling your insides with an artful masterpiece of color.

If I ever think back to the days before you’ve come into my life, I recall high electric bills and cold. I am surely uncertain how I have made it this long without you. I never want to go another winter without your warmth spreading through my attic space. I never want to greet another cold, dreary morning without your lovely coals.

I get such pleasure from scooping your ashes out. I feel like Cinderella as I shovel them into the ash pot. It’s not a chore at all, my dear. It’s an honor to rid you of the remnants of the logs that burned like our love.

You are a treasure in my life. I think you are the loveliest woodstove anyone could ask for. I feel blissfully delighted to walk past you every day and stop to warm my hands. I hope we are never parted from each other. I can’t imagine a life without you! If I must move, you must come with me and never warm another’s home but mine. Promise me this: that our love will continue burning on all the cold and dreary winter nights.

I love you, my dearest woodstove. You are the warmth that I set my sight upon each day I escape the cold.

With all the love I possess,

Your Fiery Lover

Elizabeth Azpurua 

So, want a book??

You know you want some books.........

go to http://www.elizabethazpurua.com 

I've got links to all three books on there!

Thanks!

Also, I love reviews!!

Seriously, I love reviews a lot!!

Elizabeth Azpurua

Elegy of Metaphors is Out!

Buy my newest book of poetry here: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00O845VN0

Elegy of Metaphors has a lot of my unique poetry and odd analogies - hopefully, you enjoy it!

Elizabeth Azpurua

Author Elizabeth Azpurua

OK, so I know I've not posted much "creative writing" here these days, but I've been saving short story snippets and ideas for publishing.

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I'm excited for being able to make money while doing what I love - but, I always said I wouldn't worry about the money because I have to write.
I HAVE to.

It's very important to me that I can express my emotions through writing poetry.

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It's also very important that I am able to have a creative outlet for stories. I am able to let go and delve into characters vastly different from who I am. For instance, Abigail...
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She is a very manipulative, creepy, self satisfying individual. I might be creepy, but I'm never manipulative or self satisfying - or even selfish - yet, it's always an adventure to become another character for a book.

Then, there's http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00MYIA8DA where I am able to give you a glimpse into my soul.
Not all of my poems are about me or based off of something that happened to me; they are all based off of something that happened to someone I love, or something someone I love has been through. My poetry isn't where I sit down to write what sounds good. No; I sit down and I bleed words. I feel until all the "feels" that I am feeling overflow.
I truly hope people are touched by some of what I write.

Elizabeth Azpurua

Abigail by Elizabeth Azpurua

When Abigail is caught after killing a fellow school student, the United States Government holds her prisoner in the hopes of her leading them to more vampires. Offered a chance of freedom and a new life, she agrees to lead them to the vampire who Turned her, but Abigail is a cunning, manipulative vampire, wanting only one thing: to kill. Her captor’s complacency will expose them to truth of what it means to be in the presence of vampires. They always lust for blood, and Abigail has no qualms about getting what she wants.

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Poems from The Sky and Sea Are Lovers

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By Elizabeth Azpurua

"The Sky and Sea Are Lovers" is Out!!

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Check it out, reviews and feedback are welcome!!

Elizabeth Azpurua

Let Them Eat Cake, Or Ice Cream, Or Both

Preston sat beside Cassidy and exclaimed, "I just love cake so much. I can't get enough of it."
She rolled her eyes, "Yeah, we know how much you love cake."
Joan giggled, "I love cake, too, Cassidy. I wish you did."
Cassidy squirmed, "Oh come on, you know I like ice cream instead."
The all turned as Luke came into the cafe with Bryce. Luke beamed at them, "Hey, I didn't know you guys were here!"
Joan gestures for them to sit down, "There's still room. Have a seat."
Both of them squeezed around the small round table and the waitress came over asking, "What can I get for you?"
Luke quickly responded, "We both want ice cream."
She smiled, "OK, well, if that's what you want....I guess you can have it." She glanced around the room, "You sure?"
Bryce nodded, "Absolutely positive."
She gave another nervous glance and went to the kitchen area.
They all heard the sound of three chairs behind them scrape across the floor as two men came to stand near their table while a stern looking woman stood farther off, her arms crossed shaking her head over and over.
"So, ya like ice cream?" The tallest of the men growled at them.
Luke shrugged, "Yeah."
Cassidy quietly added, "I like ice cream, too. What's wrong?"
Taller man continued, "It's an abomination to like ice cream, boy."
Bryce tensed, "We can like whatever we want. It has nothing to do with you."
"I believe it does. See, you comin' in here shows you think you can do whatever you want."
"We can." Bryce sat up straighter, "We live in a free country."
"Look old man," Joan stood, "I don't know what your problem is, but you need to back the hell up. We can like whatever we want to like. I happen to like cake, just like you. Got a problem with it?"
The woman behind them gasped, "Charles, let's go. I can't be in this establishment anymore." She turned and left, pausing to glare through the glass of the cafe at their small table.
Preston stood, "Look Charles," he nodded at the shorter man, "sir, none of us want trouble, we came to enjoy ourselves, not be made to feel like we're evil."
"But ya are. All of you." He spit towards Luke's sandals and walked out leaving a stunned cafe behind.
Luke took Bryce's hand, "I'm sorry."
Preston glared at everyone who had sat so quietly through their altercation, wondering who else would have something to say.
Cassidy hugged Luke, "Let's go home you guys. You can come to my place."
They all left the cafe and the waitress apologized as soon as the doors closed. "I'm sorry you all had to witness that."
In the quiet that followed, a small boy asked, "What's wrong with liking ice cream? I like ice cream, too."
His mother snatched him from the chair, "No son, in this family, you will not like ice cream. You like cake. Remember? Mommy has told you that."
His eyes swept the room, lingering on the ice cream, "but, I don't like cake, Mom."

By: Elizabeth Azpurua

STUCK

I find myself stuck in these repeating patterns lately.
I forgive, move on, let go, and then turn around and grab the same thing I let go, it bites me again, I suffer in pain, forgive, move on, etc, etc.
It repeats.
Why?

I'm not sure why as a human we tend to do this.
I'm not sure why I do it.
I know logically that what I go back to is causing me pain and that I am not progressing because of it, yet somewhere in my heart I feel this need to try again hoping for another result.

How do we break the pattern or stop the cycle?
I get so annoyed by myself and my own stupidity.

Elizabeth Azpurua

Boudoir Photos - and some thoughts

 So, maybe you didn't know, maybe you did, regardless, not only do I write, but I also model. That by the way was a terribly long run on sentence. I enjoy modeling, and posing, and all the things that go along with it. However, I do not enjoy the mentality that showing any skin is vulgar, or even pornographic. There seems to be this notion that as a woman, if I choose to show skin I am becoming something suddenly more sexualized.
There's beauty in the body.
There's beauty in the female form.
Everything becomes sexualized though.
I'm really trying to show women you can be curvy and love your bodies.


Photo credit goes to Lindsey Worthington Photography
Model is of course me, Elizabeth Azpurua

Website here has more photos - lots more.

Nyctophilia

Do you like standing beneath the stars, their light and patterns comforting, soothing, calming and yet sometimes exhilarating?
I love night walks and gazing at the phases of the moon, tracking its dance across the sky; far more at peace beneath its cool light than the blazing sun.
I like foggy twilight as it settles in, the sun gone down, night birds alive with the hush of woods.
I like dark wooded paths, haunted places, and spooky trees; I wish to say "I have arrived friends, let me haunt with you".
Some of us like the darkness, revel in the night, the crisp air, the cool wind.
Where there are souls aching for bright days with outstretched arms to the sun, there are those of us in shadow, running out into sunsets, dancing with crickets and bats as the stars become brighter and the sky darker.
We like black and midnight blue, we like deep purple and dark grey - we are the ones content to sit in darkness with no light or candle at peace with the night.
We are the ones captivated by the enormity of the universe above us and marveling at shadows cast by the moon.
For us, 3am is not uncommon a time to be awake, vibrant, and unafraid.
Balmy nights with cicada symphonies, brisk chilly nights with falling snowflakes, thunderous storm rich nights of lightning wars and still autumn nights of October chill are our playgrounds.
What separates us from others? Nyctophelia some call it. A love of night? Oh, yes. A nocturnal need and a lust for starlight. The moon is our beacon, and the darkness our solace.

By: Elizabeth Azpurua

Circles

Do you ever have those moments of clarity where you suddenly realize you have been allowing yourself to suffer for the same thing for months and months? Or years and years?
Do you ever just wonder why you cannot step out of the circle you keep walking?
Why do we put ourselves through so much instead of letting go and moving on?
It is like we enjoy these circles.
These endless days of never moving forward.

I want to keep walking.
I want to let it go.

Not Normal

Let me take a moment to congratulate you on being normal! Congrats on having normal desires that God gave you; congrats on being able to express your desires in an institution called marriage, so that you can live without the weight of Satan using your desires against you. What a relief it must be to know God's great love for you because he established a way for you to love and express your love behind closed doors in a sensual, even erotic way (you wouldn't tell your friends about!), but also that you can express affection in public with the one you love - in fact, just be grateful you live in such a great Nation where you can hold hands with the one you love! You can propose to them in a restaurant and people will clap! How awesome is that?! You must feel incredibly blessed that you were born normal, with natural desires, and your first crush was considered "cute" in your household; what a blessing to know that you don't have to live a life of celibacy to stay away from such evil enticings that will lead you down a road of misery. Congrats on not having to ever turn off such a core part of your being - you must feel so blessed! You can look at your husband or wife as if they're dessert and you've been on a diet for a month! That's awesome! Life must be great for you! No wonder you're trying so hard to help everyone have what you have! No wonder you're trying to save them from a life ruled by Satan! The happiness you have is fantastic, and it's no wonder you want everyone to feel the way you feel - it's a shame they weren't all born that way! That's just their trial in life, to put off the natural man, and to feel the spirit and let go of unnatural desires, turning all of themselves to God - I mean, you've done it right? You've had to shut off the part of you that is attraction, desire, and the need for comfort from the ones you have feelings for - it wasn't that hard, right? The love for your spouse is completely based on their beautiful soul, and no amount of sexual desire is ever present, right? You have given up "the natural man" completely and have lived a life of angelic, pure, love that has nothing to do with desire and everything to do with the service - right? Oh. I see. You haven't done that because your desires expressed behind closed doors in your marriage are acceptable in God's eyes. You've never had to feel wrong, or sinful, or evil for something so natural in your nature as expressing your love through intimacy, creating a bond between you and your spouse through shared physical joys. Hrmmmm.... perhaps you should handle those not born "normal" like yourself a little more delicately since you've never gone through that and aren't forced to live the life you're telling them is the right way to live. Perhaps you should be a little kinder in your approach. In fact, maybe you should go home and hug your spouse and think about your wedding, and the benefits of your marriage, and how lucky you are to have the life you have rather than trying to convince everyone they should have the same life as you. But what do I know about it? I wasn't born in a way to understand where you're coming from. I was born to understand where THEY are coming from. I know God still loves me regardless, and I know He loves you, and I know He loves everyone and wants everyone to be happy, not miserable. Life is so short and so hard just as it is, surely you can make someone's day a little easier without feeling the need to tell them they're unnatural desires are being used against them by Satan and that you will love them as a sinner but you just can't accept the sin. Surely, you could have looked at them and said instead, "Have I told you lately how much I love seeing you happy?" or "What a beautiful place this is when you're around." or, "I love you just the way you are." But what I do know? I'm not normal.