I wrote this poem in October of 2025.
held her hand until she took her last breath
he cried and wrote a poem about that moment
it was the only thing he knew to do
after losing her
poetry: goodbye
poetry: heart
I wrote this poem in October of 2022.
until we meet again, Peru
i’ll hold you in my heart and dream about the warmth of my tia
and remember the taste of ceviche and carapulcra
and the smell of the busy city streets with too much traffic
America can never compare to your rich history or the warmth of your people
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poetry: reason
I wrote this poem in October of 2025.
let the spirits guide you to greater good
to reaching your full potential
there’s a reason they appear in your dreams,
in the trees, in poetry
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poetry: roots
I wrote this poem in October of 2022.
my roots are locked in a this land
that calls me an other, a forever foreigner
a land where I’ve never felt welcomed
and yet this is what I call home
this is where I went to school
this is where my children were born and raised
this is the only other place I’ve called home
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poetry: hope
I wrote this poem in October of 2025.
hope emerges from beyond
and I finally feel a lightness in me
is this what they call healing
is is what they call the power of love
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7
What was your first ever videogame?
Mario on the screen as my brother plays Nintendo
I reach for the control as Mario dies for the second time
my Primo stops me and says this is not a girl’s game
at 7, I sulk at the unfairness of it
I too want to go on adventures in a pixelated reality
but I know better than to say anything
at 7, I’m old enough to understand
it’s best to stay in my Woman’s Place
3/8/25
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poetry: Found Poem-BPD Edition with Quora
I wrote this poem in October of 2022 with the help of Quora.
what do most people not understand about borderline personality disorder?
what are borderline psychopaths?
can you trust someone with borderline personality disorder?
can someone who has bpd have empathy and feel bad for what they have done?
does a borderline individual ever had a hard time getting over someone or
can they easily forget?
what is borderline personality rage?
what hurts a person with BPD?
why is borderline personality so contradictory?
do people with BPD act normal to everyone except the person they’re splitting on?
are people with BPD childlike ?
can unconditional love treat borderline disorder?
does a person with bpd make their partners go crazy?
how do borderlines show they love you?
do borderlines ever find happiness, hope or a genuine connection?
what does a bpd episode look like?
should someone with BPD ever disclose that to a potential mate?
when do relationships with PwBpd start to fall apart?
are borderline psychotic?
can borderline disorder be cured?
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poetry: cautiously
I wrote this poem in October of 2025.
cautiously I try to paint you into my future
and see how you fit into my vision of forever
hoping you’ll be the one who’ll prove me wrong
and I’ll stop standing on the hill named
“I’m too fucked up to be loved”
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poetry: breeze
I wrote this poem in October of 2022.
the breeze kissed my face in Lima as we drove past the ocean
and I was enchanted I was in love
with the place I was born in
with the place of my ancestors
my Peru is beautiful and magnificent
with a rich history of a people who have been conquered,
of a people who have endured –
of a proud people who carry their patriotism in their hearts and bones
and the best part-I get to call this place home
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Ew
What do you think is the future of AI?
Fuck AI! FUCK AI! FUCK AI.
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poetry: sanctuary
I wrote this poem in October of 2025.
All of the ingredients for a long term love and I fawn
I don’t think I’ve ever here before you
you shower me with consistency, desire, attention and respect
you actually care about how I’ve slept
you know how to reassure me repeatedly
I’m worthy enough to be loved
and all of my past romantic tragic comedies
were a all practice and experience for you
a real sanctuary to lay me love in
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poetry: real monsters
I wrote this poem in October of 2022.
in the dark shadows of the earth
lies the outliers and outcasts
the ones we many times ignore
or only talk about in quiet whispers
we pity them, we’re afraid of them, we avoid them
we don’t want to catch their disease of poverty or insanity
we don’t know how to see their humanity
and honestly it makes us, and not them, the real monsters
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poetry: perfect
I wrote this poem in October of 2025.
for a brief moment, everything felt perfect
your hand on the steering wheel
another hand on my thigh, a taylor swift song
blasting from the radio
it felt like anything was possible
and this was my moment of ultimate redemption
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poetry: Passionate
I wrote this poem in October of 2022.
in Lima, I never had to tone down my theatrics
everyone was just like me
not filtering what was on their mind
they left no thoughts behind
loud and emotional is seen as normal
passionate is the standard
i never had to reign myself in
I could just be without thinking
without doing any explaining
