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Poesía: Todavía Sueño Contigo

Here is the English version of this poem:

https://lifeonthebpd.com/2021/10/17/poetry-i-still-love-you/

Escribí este poema en 1999 pensando en Andrew, un ex enamorado que tuve con cual me obsesione.

Todavía te amo
no se porque
tu fuiste el arco iris en mi vida
que nunca espere
me diste el regalo especial de tu amor
pero después ella llegó
y tu amor se esfumó
deje de ser tu querida
y ahora me siento como una inutil
porque aunque tú escogiste a esa
Hay algo que te tengo que confesar
todavía sueño con nosotros
y nuestro amor

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Poetry: Despicable

I wrote this poem in 2006 for my creative writing class. Men in general inspired this poem. Lol.

truth be told

Despicable is the emptiness of talk

It is that which makes me  gawk

The realization of your words so thin

Give my heart a monumental sting

I should’ve put on my idiot proof smock

You should’ve stayed silent as a rock

Instead of whispering nothings to me on the dock

That’s when I should’ve stopped listening

Despicable is the emptiness of talk

Your mouth should’ve been padded with a lock

Then you wouldn’t have taken me on a walk

To your park full of crock

I got on your moronic swing

I shouldn’t have answered your knock

Despicable is the emptiness of talk

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Poesía: El Desenlace de Mi Adolescencia

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Poetry: Fun is Gone

Escribí este poema en 1998 pensando como mi vida iba a cambiar por mi embarazo precoz.

en 1998 embarazada con mi primer hijo

Terminaron las travesuras estúpidas
y la playa con mis amigas
y tener un montón de enamorados
Los próximos años estarán llenos
de pañales y baberos
y noches desveladas
Así será el desenlace
mi adolescencia

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Poetry: She Flew

I wrote this poem in 2006 when my mother-in-law passed away. She was an incredibly kind and lovely person.

She flew one afternoon without warning

leaving us in a state of grief and mourning

Why did she have to fly?

Was it really her time?

And now everyone left behind

Has rivers running from their eyes

Why did she have to fly?

Was it really her time?

Regrets and remorse

Has become our two worlds

Why did she have to fly ?

Was it really her time?

No fancy words could ever express

How it feels to lose your best

Why did she have to fly?

Was it really her time?

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Poesía: Concentración Perdida

For the English version of this poem, click on this link: https://lifeonthebpd.com/2021/11/02/poetry-lost-concentration/

Escribí este poema en 1998 cuando me di cuenta que estaba embarazada con mi primer hijo.

Febrero de 1998

No me puedo concentrarme
pensando en mi desgracia
La muerte sería mejor
que seguir mintiendo
Me estoy subiendo de peso
Y la regla no me baja
No puede seguir aguantando
esta pesadilla que es mi vida
estoy perdiendo esperanza
¿Quién me puede ayudar?
Todo esto
por unos minutos
de placer

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Poetry: Movements

I wrote this poem in college in 2006.

Literary movements, artistic movements, historical movements

Does it matter for everything to be categorized 

the way it is? Really?

When what is of greatest importance 

are the movements that stirs inside that warrants us 

to create change or art

it’s the movement of emotions, 

it’s the movement of our hearts,

the movement of our conscious

to express poetry, prose, or art

to inspire or heal others

with our original creations

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Poesía: El Mentiroso

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Poetry: The Liar

Escribí este poema en 1997 cuando me enojo con el padre biológico de mi hijo mayor. Me desilusione cuando el paro de llamarme.

verdad

Creí cuando me dijiste
que me amabas
Fui una tonta en confiar en it
Creyéndome tus promesas falsas
Fuiste cruel al usarme para apagar
tu sed primal
Me dejaste como otra víctima
de tu juego desalmado de amor
Tu corazón debe ser hecho de hielo
para mentir por tu antojo sexual

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Poetry: Trapped

I wrote this poem in late 2005 when I was going to school full time, working part time and raising two kids.

Trapped in a maze 

Not knowing where to go

Gotta get out of this place

Before becoming conformity’s whore

A maze with traps

Like kids and responsibilities 

It’s all getting too suffocating

And I can’t breathe

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Poetry: A Poetic Tale

I wrote this narrative poem in 2005 in my creative writing class.

I will tell you my loving tale

About the day I saw 

The most incredibly hot male 

Standing in the raw

Naked, he was as a newborn 

Why and how I did ask

He asked me not to be a thorn

To enjoy as he basked

And I did enjoy this great view

But still I did ask

What is this visit due to?

And will it be the last?

All he did was show me his teeth

And replied “no its not” 

A lot of me you’ll bequeathed

It’s you I’ve always sought

And this was the ending of my tale

About the day I learned 

From that translucent and wise male

Love can pleasantly burn

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Poesía:Noche de Concepción

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Poetry: Lust at First Sight

Este poema de 1997 fue inspirada por una noche inolvidable que cambiaría mi vida.

fue una noche llena de pasión

A las 7 de la noche
me recogiste del trabajo
me llevaste a tu casa
y de allí a tu cuarto
donde tocaste Fleetwood Mac
Y bailamos con un deseo único
Y tus manos tocaron mi cuerpo
como un instrumento bien dominado
y mi cuerpo empezó a temblar con deseo hacia ti
De repente nuestra ropa cayó al piso
Y caímos en tu cama
donde bailamos con nuestro cuerpos
llenos de ardor
ansiosos de juntarse
en un éxtasis mágico

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Poetry: Emotional Nonsense

I wrote this poem in 2005 when I was drenched in self doubt over my poetry. Doesn’t every writer or poet go through this?

I try to write words

that smoothly flow

But they don’t come to me easy

Maybe I just suck at poetry

But I will keep trying and praying

I will become good at this thing

Before I painfully decide 

To give up this poetic life

And on paper try to make some sense

of my emotional nonsense 

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Poesía: Aquella Noche

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Poetry: That Night

Escribí este poema en 1997 inspirada por la noche que conocí al padre biológico de mi primer hijo. Tengo una forma extrema de idealizar a mi pareja al principio de una relación.

1997, cuando mi vida cambiaría para siempre

Aquella noche
Tomaste mis manos sudadas en las tuyas
Y mi corazón latió rápido y furiosamente

Aquella noche
Me hundí en tus ojos profundos y sinceros
Y supe que eras un amor verdadero

Aquella noche
Me abrazaste fuerte
me hiciste sentir que todo era posible

Aquella noche
besaste mi cuello gentilmente
Y besaste mis labios con un ardor único

Aquella noche
Me enseñaste tu amor
y hiciste parar el tiempo

Aquella noche
Encontré todo lo que estuve buscando
en tus brazos