Song of the Day 😪 “I never strayed too far from the sidewalk” 😪
poetry: forever and always
I wrote this poem in October of 2022.
I no longer believe in always and forever
because everyone I’ve loved has always left
Or I’ve stopped loving them
always and forever is a fairytale programmed into me
when I was a young girl
It made me believe in the impossible dreams of true love and soul mates
the only thing love has ever brought me has been anger, sorrow, and self destruction
so my dreams of always and forever have burned to ashes
I bury in my poetry
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2004 me was art imitating life and writing about it in her college essays. 🤣🤣🤣🥳🥳🥳
Song of the Day 😪 “you don’t have to be sorry” 😪
poesia: Aqui
escribà este poema en 2003.
de nuevo estoy aquÃ
en el mismo sitio
De los dÃas de mi rebeldÃa
De los amores sin amor
De las aventuras sin cobardÃa
De los lazos que nunca existieron
De la soledad que me brindó tristeza
Y el amor
Que fue una mentira
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Song of the Day 🥳 “take a vow cause you’re a winner”🥳
poetry: crayons and guns
I wrote this poem in October of 2022.
With excitement in his eyes, my son used to bring me pictures of made up monsters
Drawn with crayons-
With pride in his stance, he now brings me target sheets showing me how he’s well on his way
to becoming a decent shot with a revolver
When did my child go from crayons to guns?
It seems like I blinked and he went from four to twenty four
He went from being a rambunctious little boy who was hard to keep up with
to a strong and independent man who no longer needs me
And while I’m full of joy about this transformation-
I still miss the carefree days of crayon drawn monsters
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Song of the Day 💗”I still keep hoping” 💗
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poesia: esquina
here’s the english version of this poem:
Poetry: Strange
me tienes en la esquina de confusión y desilusión como un animal
tratando de entenderte, siempre persiguiendote,
Viviendo de los trozos de atención y afección que me tiras
cuando te da la gana
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Song of the Day 🥳 “light as a feather”🥳
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poetry: fighting with my teenage son
I wrote this poem in October of 2022.
Me and my teenage son fight and I regret it the next day
I’ve watched too many people mourn their sons this year
I’ve felt the screams of those close to me
asking God why he took their babies too young
Young men who will never be fathers,
Young men who will never see their children grow up
into rebellious and sassy teens
and while I understand conflicts happens between
parent and child
I also know we’re both on borrowed time
and I don’t want our angry words
to be the last exchange between us
if its his or my last day today
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Song of the Day 🥳 “I don’t trust these hoes” 🥳
poesÃa: propósito
here’s the english version of this poem:
Meaning
el propósito de mi vida nunca será un trabajo o una relación
Ni siquiera será en obtener un estatus lleno de lujos y respeto
el propósito de mi vida me vino claridad este otoño
el propósito de mi vida es ser una buena persona y madre
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