Thank you for the nights full of passion
Thank you for your mouth and hands
that make me lose control
that make me melt like an ice cube
in the sun
Thank you for coming into my life
Even if it’s for an instant
Thank you for being here
Day 9 of doing a 31-day poetry prompt challenge. Today’s prompt was “Drenched in Memories” .
Day 9 of doing a 31-day poetry prompt challenge . The prompt was “Drenched in Memories” .
Day 8 of doing this 31-day poetry prompt challenge. Today’s prompt is : bed of coals
For the English version of this poem,click on the link below:
https://lifeonthebpd.com/2021/11/13/poetry-pathetic-asshole/
Tengo que decirte
eres un desgraciado
no supiste respetarme
Arrepiento haberte conocido
pensaba que eras mi amigo
pero ahora veo que eres mi enemigo
No quiero verte nunca mas
fuiste una desgracia más en mi vida
Te deseo muchos años de miseria
Por llenarme de agonía
Day 6 of doing a 31-day poetry prompt challenge. Today’s prompt was “A Deafening Silence”.
I wrote this poem in 2006 when I was in the midst of my quarter life crisis.
There was once a place
It was my happy place
But it forever disappeared
When puberty appeared
Now I live somewhere else
Where almost everything fails
Where there are no more giggles
And everyone is fickle
Where being sad
Is the fad
And no one cares
About anyone else
What I would give
To get away from this
And go back to
Where no one is rude
And everyone smiles
And no one is a liar
Day 5 of doing a 31-day poetry prompt challenge. Today’s prompt was :Nightmare’s Mozart
For the English version of this poem, click on the link below:
https://lifeonthebpd.com/2021/11/04/poetry-first-date/
En nuestra primera cita
fuimos a las películas,
a comer, y caminamos bajo la luna
hablamos acerca de varias cosas
Mencionaste a alguien en Miami
pero sentimos una química intensa
fue algo irresistible
De alli nos besamos
A lo mejor eras algo prohibido para mi
pero prendiste un fuego dentro de mi
perdí mis valores y morales
y me somete al deseo inmenso
que sentia por ti
2000
I wrote this poem in 2006 in college. I’ve always been kind of introspective when it comes to the possibilities of life.
The full moon strikes full of unseen possibilities
Possibilities that dwindle as life goes
Through the process of aging or does it?
Perhaps we are the ones who put limits
To our potential to be anything or do anything
Perhaps it really is true that we are the writers of our own destiny
Doing a 31-day prompt poetry challenge. The prompt was “Where Flowers Bloom 💐
Doing a 31 day prompt challenge. The prompt was “Where Flowers Bloom 💐
For the English version of this poem, click on the link below:
https://lifeonthebpd.com/2021/10/30/poetry-passing-fad/
Escribí este poema en en 2000 cuando tuve un evento infortunado incident con un alguien que estaba saliendo.
Todavía me acuerdo de tus palabras hirientes
Después de acostarte conmigo
“mejor quedamos como amigos”
mi mundo se destruyó en minutos
casi me ahogo en un mar de mis lágrimas
nunca quisistes conocerme de verdad
la unico que querias era el ardor de mi cuerpo
y me quede con una tristeza profunda
que de nuevo era nada más que una novedad
I wrote this poem is creative writing class in 2006. It’s some kind of form poetry but can’t remember what it is.
Did I ask for your advice?
Father and mother
You are not that wise
So I told a few lies
I didn’t mean to hurt her
Did I ask for your advice?
I had to break mine and her ties
Any words, please don’t offer
You are not that wise
I’m a man of twenty-five
Don’t treat me like a youngster
Did I ask for your advice?
Please don’t give me those eyes
And pretend to be higher
You are not that wise
Stop it with your sighs,
My dear mother and father
Did I ask for your advice?
You are not that wise!
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