Day 9 of doing a 31-day poetry prompt challenge . The prompt was “Drenched in Memories” .
Poem of the Day: 1989
Poem of the Day: Crushing Silence
Day 6 of doing a 31-day poetry prompt challenge. Today’s prompt was “A Deafening Silence”
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Poesía : El Destino
For the English Version of this poem, click on the link below:
https://lifeonthebpd.com/2021/10/28/poetry-fate/
Escribí este poema en el 2000.
Debió ser el destino
Por que al fin llegó mi alma gemela
es mi amante y mi amigo
quiero que mi tiempo con el
dure para siempre
Porque prende un fuego dentro de mi
y siempre es mi dulce inspiración
siempre me hace sonreír
Ojala que el sera mi ultima milla de amor
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Poetry: Numbness
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Poesía: Mi Alma Gemela
Escribí este poema en 1996 cuando tuve una situación donde mi ex se apareció tratando de regresar conmigo. Este seria la primera en mucha relaciones románticas inestables que tendría.
¿Por qué te apareces ahora?
Cuando estoy con alguien
que es todo lo que tú no pudiste ser
Cuando estoy con alguien
que me da todo el amor
que tú nunca me diste
No te quiero herir
Pero ya no siento nada por ti
Te enojaras conmigo
Te tengo que decir
Ya no te amo
Entonces allí está la puerta
Si me amas de verdad
Te irás y te olvidaras de mi
Porque ya es demasiado tarde
Ya encontré a mi alma gemela
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Poesía: La Llave Especial
Escribí este poema en 1996 después de una ruptura romantica. Estaba obsessionada con mi ex.
A Veces me pregunto porque terminamos
Sería porque tú nunca me quisiste
O porque yo te quise demasiado
A veces me enojo
Y me pregunto las intenciones
de mis acciones
Quizás nunca entenderé que paso
Y aunque ha pasado mucho tiempo
Todavía siento mucho deseo por ti
Y aunque hemos tomado rumbos diferentes
Todavía sigo amándote
Y aunque tu estas en mi pasado
siempre llevarás la llave de mi corazón
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Poesia: Cansada
Escribí este poema en 2004 cuando estaba embarazada con mi segundo hijo y enfadada con mi novio porque él no me daba un lugar en su vida.
Ya me canse de esperar
Que me des un sitio en tu vida
Ya me canse de esperar
Con tanta ansiedad
De tus ganas de actuar
Ya me canse de esperar
Que vengas a llevarme
Para empezar una vida juntos
Con mucho amor
Ya me canse de esperar
Que actúes con verdad
Alguna vez
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Poetry: Letter to My Former Lover
I wrote this in January of 2003 about Lucas. I was doing what I normally do, obsessing over past love because I was lonely. At least I wrote this poem instead of trying to track him down.
My dear Luke
I Still miss you
Even after your unexpected departure
My heart feels a terrible torture
Of not having you by my side
I wonder if for me, you ever cried
Why couldn’t you stay?
Instead of leaving on that dreary day
Why did you have to go?
Nobody else could’ve loved you more
I know my letter may seem strange to you
But my heart finds it hard to replace you
I have tried so hard to move on
But it’s impossible to go on
I guess I should say goodbye
Before I start to cry
But before I do this
I gotta tell you my wish
that you find what you need
Even if it’s without me
And if you ever find yourself in love
Understand that you’re enough
and that you fight for it
Don’t run away from it
So now I say goodbye my friend
Maybe one day I’ll see you again
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Poesía: Parar de Amarte
Escribí este poema en el 2003 acerca de Lucas. La nostalgia de el me visitaba frecuentemente y eso me inspiraba bastante.
Cuantos años pasaran
Para pararte de amar
Cuantos labios besare
Para sacarte de mi mente
Cuantos pensamientos más tendré de ti
Hasta poder olvidarme de ti
Cuando se me quitara este deseo
De querer vivir contigo en un sueño
Cuando parare
De quererte ver
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Poesia: Quisiera Ser
Escribi este poema en Febrero del 2003 pero no me acuerdo quien inspiro este poema.
Yo quisiera ser
esa mujer
que te hace olvidar
Todo ese mal
de aquella mujer
que te hizo perder la fe
yo quisiera besar
Todas las heridas
De sus desgraciadas mentiras
Yo quisiera ser algo más
Que simplemente tu amiga
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Poetry: Remembrance
I wrote this in April of 2003 about the first Andrew, the guy I fell in love when I was 16. I had gone to Hawaii in April and went to the beach we use to go to and I wrote this poem. Yes, I was still having nostalgia about a short relationship from 5 years ago. One of my BPD traits is being obsessed with some of my romantic partners after the relationship has ended after a long time.
So I take a walk on the beach
Where we used to come
And make promises of young love
But like the waves of this tumultuous ocean
Our lives took turbulent and separate turns
and our beloved promises
Got forgotten somewhere in between
And for some reason I keep thinking
A new tide will come in
and I’ll turn around one day
And you’ll take me in
With a welcoming embrace
And fate will remember us
Once again
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Poetry: Nothing More
I wrote this in December of 2002. Towards the end of the year, I was depressed abotu dating and romance. I hated feeling like I was always just used for fun, objectified, and then discarded like trash. .
Now that I know
That between us
Can me nothing more
Than a story of pure lust
I feel so dumb
And wonder once again
If it’s possible to go numb
From all of the jerks that are so damn lame
You fucking jerks that don’t want to see past
Me being a great piece of ass
And I ask myself these questions
What does it take for someone like me?
To find someone that will make me happy
To find someone who doesn’t use me just for fun
But maybe it’s okay
Maybe this is just my fate
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Poem: The Objectification of Eliza
I wrote this in 2019 when I was reflecting about the way men have often objectified in a way that they almost always seem to just want the fun and sexy part of me but seem to often have problems seeing the rest of me. I’ve almost always felt like I’ve been good enough to be their lover but never good enough to be introduced to their mother. Do I still feel this way? I honestly don’t know. I like the attention and validation I get from men because of my looks but sometimes it feels so hollow.
Tell me I’m pretty, tell me I’m sexy
Tell me I’m beautiful
Objectify me, fuck me,
Forget about me
And then
Try to come back to me
And when I deny
your lust filled request,
Put me down, threaten me
Try to hurt me-
Your words mean nothing to me
You’re not the first
But will be the last
Who tries to destroy me
You’re not the first
But will be the last
Who treats me like a doll
to fuck at your convenience
You’re not the first
But will be the last
That tells me I’m not good enough
Tell me you miss, tell me you want me
Tell me you’re sorry
Be persistent in your quest
In trying to get me in your bed
with empty promises
about how this time it will be different
Sorry to my past, my present, and
future lovers-
I am pass being the girl
that’s just used for fun-
I am pass being the lover
you never introduce to your mother
I’d rather live in a world
of solitude and calm
than to once again fall
into the objectification trap
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Poetry: Gone
I wrote this in December of 2002 and it wasn’t inspired by any breakups, it might have been inspired by a movie I watched or a book I read.
I woke up one day
To see that you had gone away
All you left was a note
You could no longer cope
With our love mess
You had tried your very best
To be the man I wanted you to be
The one who only cared for me
You had only pretended to be true
And now you say the time has come
You’re sorry it took so damn long
All that is left is goodbye
You tell me to not even ask why
You wish me the best in life
One day I’ll make a great wife
And with your signature you sign off
I hope that someday you’ll find true love
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Playlist: ANGRY AF
Today is National Getting Over It day and I couldn’t think of a better way to celebrate it than by sharing my ANGRY AF playlist. A huge part for me getting over something tragic in my life is to get angry. And when I get angry, it’s almost like a volcano eruption. This is actually pretty healthy for me because I’ve felt that at times, anger has saved me from feeling all of my sadness at once which for me can get really overwhelming right away. I can even say that Anger has probably saved me from spiraling into an abyss of sadness that would be hard to crawl out of. In other words, anger has helped me survive whatever trauma has come my way. I used to be so ashamed of being angry because of how it would turn me into the most self absorbed and reactive person. I don’t feel that way anymore because I’ve learned how to better manage my anger. Instead of drinking or hooking with random dudes because I’m angry; I exercise or write while I listen to music. Most of the songs in this list are geared more towards someone going through a breakup because that is when my anger comes out the most. Thanks, BPD. Lol. In bold are my favorite songs from this list.
For the Brokenhearted: I’m ANGRY AF Edition (the only where you scream out the lyrics):
- FUCK YOU, GOODBYE-The Kid LAROI , Machine Gun Kelly
- abcdefu-Gayle
- SELFISH-The Kid LAROI
- SAME ENERGY- The Kid Laroi
- good 4 u-Olivia Rodrigo
- Cute Without the “E” (Cut from the Team)-Taking Back Sunday
- Sugar, We’re Going Down-Fall Out Boy
- Tell that Mick He Just Made My List of Things To Do Today-Fall Out Boy
- The Patron Saint of Liars and Fakes-Fall Out Boy
- traitor-Olivia Rodrigo
- Better Than Revenge -Taylor Swift
- Push-Matchbox Twenty
- You Oughta Know-Alanis Morissette
- We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together-Taylor Swift
- Stronger Than Me-Amy Winehouse
- Priest-Julia Michaels
- Sorry-Beyonce
- Death by a Thousand Cuts-Taylor Swift
- Closure-Taylor Swift
- Look What You Made Me Do-Taylor Swift
- Your Name Hurts-Hailee Steinfeld
- Great Romances of the 20th Century-Taking Back Sunday
- Lying Is The Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Her Clothes Off- Panic! At the Disco
- BEST FOR ME-The Kid LAROI
- I Bet You Think About Me-Taylor Swift
- This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things-Taylor Swift
- Head Club-Taking Back Sunday
- Screaming Infidelities-Dashboard Confessional
- Ignore Me-Betty
- Sue Me-Sabrina Carpenter
Below are links to the playlist for your listening pleasure:
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