So for the month of December, I decided to combine two of my favorite things which are journal prompts and poetry. I found these December Journal Prompts somewhere on pinterest and decided to write a poem every day in response to them. It’s going to be a challenge for sure considering I’m still posting new content every day. It’s going to be interesting what I come up with, it might get emotional and crazy-but hey that’s my brand-lol. I wanted to share the prompts as well as well as a link to the blog they’re from.
December Journal Prompts:
1.Your favorite part of the day 2.What needs to happen this month 3.How are you working towards your goals 4.Three good things 5.Something you know a lot about 6.An important person in your life 7.Your favorite recipe 8.An event that turned out differently than planned 9.The best way to spend a cold evening 10.One thing you could not give up 11.A goal you reached 12.Something to celebrate 13.How you procrastinate 14.What did you think you’d be when you grew up 15.The best type of surprise 16.Your favorite household chore 17.The best gift you could receive 18.Music that helps you relax 19.One thing you’d like to see 20.Favorite winter traditions 21.Advice you’d give to someone else your age 22.Something all people should know 23.What’s you’d really like to do tomorrow 24.Your top priority 25.A thing your life has in excess 26.How has your life changed since last year 27.A book you want to read 28.The person you’re always happy to see 29.One thing to do 30.The time of day you prefer 31. A word to describe your past year
Below is a link to the blog “Life of Lovely” from where the prompts came from:
No puedo vivir sin ti pero tengo que aprender a olvidarte Eres parte de mi pasado Aunque todavía deseo que tu amor fuera mío Sin ti estare bien Porque no importa lo debil que me siento Tengo que parar de pensar en ti Con estas pocas palabras A lo mejor ganaré la guerra De no amarte mas
I wrote this in 2008 in my creative writing class. I actually hated that class because I didn’t fit in. It’s a long story for a blog post at a later time.
I don’t want to be a style ,a genre a multicultural read with scattered Spanish in my text that is interpreted as Chica or Latina lit -NO!- I refuse to be a mere category Or a trend or a fad When there is a much bigger message Than the stereotypes people want to imply
SO …I’m a hyper sexual person at times. My sex drive tends to be intense and insatiable. I use to think that it was both a blessing and a curse but now I really accept that it’s part of who I am and I’m no longer ashamed or feel guilty about it. This poem from 2015 is about me really enjoying blowjobs.
You left me in an eternal darkness Without any compassion, without any humanity You caused me an infinite pain with your malicious and false ways You left me in a world of insecurity How can I trust ever again? But I promise you thing you’ll remember me After our painful parting You had it all with me And now there’s no way To recover my love With a unique and ardent warmth
I wrote this in January of 2018 when me and my starter husband had opened up our relationship. The person “B” who inspired this poem was the first guy I was with after this transition. It’d be the first of unstable whateverships/relationships from that year that would restart this unhealthy pattern. This poem is also a perfect example of my black and white thinking. I idealized my husband and devalued the other person. I also felt guilt and shame sleeping with someone else who wasn’t my husband even though we were in an open relationship.
I’m disappointed once again -being here with you You represent everything I thought I wanted But- You don’t compare to him You make my body sing with kisses but don’t sweep up the mess that I am You give me pleasure but can’t handle my pain You are there to fuck me but never to rescue me SO I choose him Who chooses to be there for me When I chase for death in a bathtub or a bottle Because while sex and lust feels good When it’s happening It doesn’t compare to the love and support he’s provided in keeping me alive So I say goodbye to a life Full of lust filled fantasies and accept the one and only who truly cares for me
Fui bruta y me queme No queria creer Que ibas a ser otra decepción Aunque había muchas señas Mi corazón se rehusó a resignarse No quería concebir en la noción que tu amor era una desilusión ahora me siento inutil a ver el mal que me hiciste se que estará mucho mejor sin ti Aunque sea imposible dejarte Es adios para siempre Al ver que tu amor fue otra mentira más
Fue el destino cruel hacerte cruzar la línea Entre amor y odio Fuistes una desperdicia de tiempo Nunca sabras lo bueno que pudimos ser tu amor era solo una pantalla de humo Hasta pensaba que teníamos Para siempre Quería creer que tu eras un amor verdadero pero tu eras otro “lo que sea” Y yo fui otra falda No hay nada más que decir es tiempo de olvidar todo lo que fuimos o pudimos ser
So I had forgotten to post this poem from the great breakup of 2001.
I guess it was fate For you to cross that thin line Between love and hate You were really a waste of time Now you’ll never know How good you and me could’ve been Or how much I really loved you so But your love was only a smoke screen I even thought we had forever because I wanted to believe you were true but I guess you were another whatever and I was another one you’d screw Now there’s nothing left to say and it’s time to forget everything
I wrote this in 2017 during my great depression. I guess I was just annoyed and angry by society.
Simple decency is becoming extinct Manners and politeness is rare rudeness and sarcasm is the norm Being kind feels outdated in this narcissistic society filled with superfluous and superficial people Who bring their harsh and shallow attitudes everywhere There is no escape from this epidemic of the nothingness that tries to appear profound It is a society that blames the victim “ but what was she wearing?” or “He was hanging out with the wrong kids” It is a society that’s prejudiced against anyone different “Go back to where you came from” “You’ll never belong here” “People will always remember how you made them feel”, Maya Angelou said Unnecessary, weak, aloof, isolated alone Is how this world makes me feel I’m a FAILURE trying to accommodate myself to this world full of shallow feelings I miss the kind and real people in this world It’s rare to find them now They are almost extinct
Gracias por hacerme saber que estaba con una desgraciado infeliz Gracias por quitar la venda de mis ojos que yo tenía pensando que él era solo mio Gracias por decirme que mi amorcito me llenaba de mentiras Y por ultimo gracias por quitarmelo de encima el nunca mereció alguien tan buena como yo
Faulkner wrote about her ancestors She stood like a pillar of strength between her mother and daughter She stood strong as both of them held her arms that were their life jackets as they drowned in endless sorrows Tears silently fell from her face as her father laid in his closed home And the reverend went on about him being in a better place And her strength did not falter, She let her loved ones hold on tight while she tried to blink away tears , She swallowed her pain and absorbed the pain from those around her She wasn’t just strong for her mother and daughter, but she was a goddess of strength among the mere mortals around her that wept