Here is the English version of this poem:
https://lifeonthebpd.com/2021/12/15/poetry-scared/
Tengo miedo
que de nuevo se rompa
mi corazón
Estoy preocupado que algún día
me pares de amar
Estoy cansada después
de tantos mentirosos
tengo cuidado que de no
convertirme en una idiota
otra vez
Day 17 of doing a 31-day poetry prompt challenge. The prompt today is “Soulless Conundrum”.
I wrote this in 2006 after I was reflecting my first years of being a mother to my eldest child who I had at 17. Becoming a mother at such a young age didn’t make me the best parent and at times I still tried to act my age and party a lot even though I was a parent. It used to eat me up inside but I’ve come to terms that I did the best I could under the circumstances.
Late nights at the club
Drunk and dancing-you
Singing lullabies
Until he fell asleep-I
Getting ass from
an unknown stranger-you
Looking for monsters under the bed
and wishing them away-I
Waking up in an unknown place
With a helluva hangover-you
Waking up from little hands
Shaking my shoulders-I
You and I=me
Me =two different truths
About the way your childhood
Was seen
Day 16 of this doing this 31-day prompt poetry challenge. The prompt of today is “Never Again”.
Here is the English version of this poem :
https://lifeonthebpd.com/2021/11/16/poetry-youre-fired-trigger-warning/
Corazon, amorcito
Te tengo que decir
ya no te amo
la mariposas que sentía
Se han ido a la tierra del olvido
no hay otra persona
es que nuestra conexión especial
se ha roto
cuando me besas, siento nada
Disculpame, pero esta despedido
Day 15 of doing a 31-day poetry prompt challenge. Today’s prompt is “Learning to Love Myself”.
I wrote this is 2006 for my creative writing class.
Dressed up in lace
She gets into his car
He drives away in haste.
She’ll never go far
On this path to nowhere
Her life becomes tar.
Doesn’t seem to care
That she is treated so rough
With a life so unfair
Is she a black dove?
Or just a drug addict?
Did she ever know love?
What made her so damn sick?
Why don’t I understand?
What made her so chaotic
Man after man
All for another fix
From the candy man.
Day 14 of doing a 31-day poetry prompt challenge . Today’s prompt is “Breathing in the Fire” .
For the English version of this poem, click on the link below:
https://lifeonthebpd.com/2021/10/20/poem-racist-jerk/
Querido, lo que dijiste
me partió el alma
nunca pensé que eras un racista
no se si te pueda perdonar
quedarme contigo mataría mi alma
Lamento haberte conocido
Y me duele decirte
Tenemos que terminar
Nuestro cuento de amor
Te deseo lo mejor
Ojalá que algún día
Dejas tus prejuicios atrás
Day 13 of doing a 31-day poetry prompt challenge. Today’s prompt was, “On a Moonlit Stage”.
Day 13 of doing a 31-day poetry prompt challenge . Today’s prompt was “On a Moonlit Stage”.
I wrote this in 2006 about my husband, then boyfriend. I tend to put a lot of my worth in the person I’m romantically involved with. This is another BPD trait.
Rising from darkness I struggle to find
the light in the oblivion
that has become my life.
The light is bright with love without conditions .
The light tells me I’m good enough.
The light is you.
Day 12 of doing a 31-day poetry prompt challenge. Today’s prompt is “My Demons Write Poetry”.
For the English version of this poem, click on the link below.
https://lifeonthebpd.com/2021/11/20/betrayed/
Convertiste el amor bonito que teníamos
en una pesadilla de traiciones y mentiras
Estabas enamorado de ella
todo el tiempo que estuvimos juntos
y ahora me voy para siempre
porque merezco mejor
que gastar mi energía en un traidor
Day 11 of doing a 31-day poetry prompt challenge. Today’s prompt is “Liberation in Chains”.
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