It’s swiftiebowl times
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poetry: one day
I wrote this in February of 2020.
One day you’ll be a bad dream I’ll wake up from
One day someone will come along and you’ll be a distant memory
of an intense and toxic past who took over my life for a while
One day I’ll be loved by someone the way you could never love me
One day I’ll look back on our time together and regret every moment wasted on you
One day you won’t haunt my soul and mind
One day you will no longer be my muse
One day is here, now and forever
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Big new moon in Aquarius energy.
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poetry: it stops with me
I wrote this poem in February of 2023.
If only I could bypass the trauma lived and experienced
my life would be a lot easier
Perhaps I’d be fulfilled and not on this neverending heroine journey
to acknowledge how trauma happened to me
to understand how it changed me
to tells the stories from it so I can begin to heal from it
to do all of the work so I don’t pass it on to my sons
and their children
because this legacy of intergenerational silence with violence
needs to stop with me
even if it’s sometimes a painful nightmare to deal with
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Nonsense
so this was written about a former muse.lol.
Daily writing prompt
Are there any activities or hobbies you’ve outgrown or lost interest in over time?
I love you like the alcoholic loves alcohol
I can’t live without you
And have a deep never ending desire for you
when the sun rises you’re my first thought
and before I fall asleep, you’re my last thought
I don’t know if you’ll ever reciprocate
but for now I’m content with seeing you almost
Daily-admiring you from afar
8/31/22
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poetry: reassurance
I wrote this poem in February of 2023.
I look to the cards for reassurance things will turn out alright
that I am doing all of the important things to light the flame to a bright future
that my past is now behind me and I will no longer be chained to it
that I’ll fully live in my present
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poetry: unraveling
I wrote this poem in February of 2023.
I’m healing and unraveling at the same time
I’m unraveling the parts of me that no longer fit
in my new narrative
I’m unraveling the ugliness, my vengeful spirit
full of spite and jealousy
talking to it, deconstructing it
cause to live with so much anger and resentment
in my heart is draining
and leaves no room for lovely and hopeful beginnings
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A Karol G and Taylor Swift collab would be this bilingual’s girl’s dream come true!!! 🥰🥹
Poetry: World Wide Web
The most important invention in your lifetime is…
the world wide web has been an important part of my life story
without it, there wouldn’t have been AOL chat rooms
without AOL chat rooms, I wouldn’t have met the man
who would drastically change my life path at 16
to become a mom at 17
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An ideal day
Describe your most ideal day from beginning to end.
1. I got a good night’s sleep and feel recharged
2. Put on music on Alexa and dance my way to the bathroom to get ready
3. Coffee and breakfast include bacon, over easy eggs
4. Writing, writing, writing while listening to my playlist
5. Reading time
6. Fun time with my boys
7. Writing, writing, writing
8. Tacos for lunch , maybe friend time
9. Writing, Writing , writing
10. A mindless show on Netflix
11. Steak dinner with wine
12. Reading time
13. My head hits the pillow, and I fall asleep immediately
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The bang life. 13 year old me vs almost 43 year old me.🤣🤣🤣
poetry: triggered
I wrote this poem in February of 2023.
I’m so fucking triggered-I can’t see past my tears
when the fuck does this healing journey end
Because this constant confrontation with trauma
leaves me drained and constantly causes chaos
and devastation within me
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So many goals so little time
Something on your “to-do list” that never gets done.
So my time is limited because of my crazy working hours, but something that keeps getting pushed to the back burner are my taxes from last year. I freaked out last year because haha I have to pay back an obscene amount ( welcome to middle class status in America), so I basically ignored them, and now here I am in a new tax year but now filing in a different status cause of my divorce. The good thing is that my oldest just got his A.A in accounting so he’ll do them for me this month or next. I’m good with the turbo tax software, but my situation feels like beyond my comprehension, so I’ll let an expert do it. Something I also need to do is spend more time with my 2 youngest sons. It is hard because my youngest likes to spend more time with his friends, and my other son has particular interests, which include discussing the state of world affairs and watching depressing foreign films. But yeah, I need to work on my relationship with both of them. I even suggested playing fortnight with my youngest, but he told me it was cringe and I’m too old. Lol. I hope this time next month, I’m done with my taxes and find ways to bond my sons.
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poesÃa: me perdono pero….
here’s the english version of this poem:
Poetry: Young and Dumb
no saber mi valor me costo-
mi inocencia, mis valores, mi cuerpo
pense que era un precio mÃnimo
para sentirme amada y bella
fue un cuento falso que yo creÃ
Por falta de autoestima, por no amarme lo suficiente
y aunque perdonó esa version de mi que era impulsiva
y vivió un vida lleno de peligro
a veces me pregunto
como seria mi vida si hubiese sido diferente
Life on the BPD 