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Poetry: She Flew

I wrote this poem in 2006 when my mother-in-law passed away. She was an incredibly kind and lovely person.

She flew one afternoon without warning

leaving us in a state of grief and mourning

Why did she have to fly?

Was it really her time?

And now everyone left behind

Has rivers running from their eyes

Why did she have to fly?

Was it really her time?

Regrets and remorse

Has become our two worlds

Why did she have to fly ?

Was it really her time?

No fancy words could ever express

How it feels to lose your best

Why did she have to fly?

Was it really her time?

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Poetry: Trapped

I wrote this poem in late 2005 when I was going to school full time, working part time and raising two kids.

Trapped in a maze 

Not knowing where to go

Gotta get out of this place

Before becoming conformity’s whore

A maze with traps

Like kids and responsibilities 

It’s all getting too suffocating

And I can’t breathe

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Poetry: A Poetic Tale

I wrote this narrative poem in 2005 in my creative writing class.

I will tell you my loving tale

About the day I saw 

The most incredibly hot male 

Standing in the raw

Naked, he was as a newborn 

Why and how I did ask

He asked me not to be a thorn

To enjoy as he basked

And I did enjoy this great view

But still I did ask

What is this visit due to?

And will it be the last?

All he did was show me his teeth

And replied “no its not” 

A lot of me you’ll bequeathed

It’s you I’ve always sought

And this was the ending of my tale

About the day I learned 

From that translucent and wise male

Love can pleasantly burn

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Poesía:Noche de Concepción

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Poetry: Lust at First Sight

Este poema de 1997 fue inspirada por una noche inolvidable que cambiaría mi vida.

fue una noche llena de pasión

A las 7 de la noche
me recogiste del trabajo
me llevaste a tu casa
y de allí a tu cuarto
donde tocaste Fleetwood Mac
Y bailamos con un deseo único
Y tus manos tocaron mi cuerpo
como un instrumento bien dominado
y mi cuerpo empezó a temblar con deseo hacia ti
De repente nuestra ropa cayó al piso
Y caímos en tu cama
donde bailamos con nuestro cuerpos
llenos de ardor
ansiosos de juntarse
en un éxtasis mágico

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Poetry: Emotional Nonsense

I wrote this poem in 2005 when I was drenched in self doubt over my poetry. Doesn’t every writer or poet go through this?

I try to write words

that smoothly flow

But they don’t come to me easy

Maybe I just suck at poetry

But I will keep trying and praying

I will become good at this thing

Before I painfully decide 

To give up this poetic life

And on paper try to make some sense

of my emotional nonsense 

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Poesía: El Canalla

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Poetry: The Cad

Escribí este poema en 1997 . Estuve inspirada por una ira fuerte que tuve contra una de mis exes.

tenia un enojo fuerte detrás de esa sonrisa

Eres una canalla
y eso me entristece
Presionas a las mujeres
con tonterías
para que se acuesten contigo
A ti no te importa
como ellas se sienten después
De ser usadas para tu placer primal
Nunca pensaste que una de ellas
se vengaría de ti
Ahora pasas tu vida en tu cama
Porque eres un maldito desgraciado
Que irónico es todo esto
porque tenías que agregar otra a tu lista
de mujeres usadas

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Poetry: Andrew

I wrote this inspired by the first time I met Andrew. I think I kept on thinking about him and getting nostalgic because I was so carefree and happy when I was with him.

Not a boy but not yet a man

He took my sweaty hand

Dancing was his aim

Andrew was his name

And with his clown feet

He showed me moves so weak

And an excuse I was about to invent

But then the moment went

And that was our when

 the slow music started to lure

strong emotions started to brew

Innocent love soon ensued

I was his world, he was mine

We were the most perfect rhyme

But then reality hit

A truth we couldn’t beat

And even though I’ve moved on 

It’s Andrew, I’ll always yearn for

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Poetry: Acknowledgement

I wrote this in 2006 thinking back on my time with Lucas.

Tired and contemplating life
me around the time I wrote this poem

A shadow of our friendship
is all there is left
After life gets in the way
of wanting something more
And when I see you around
A wave, a nod
An acknowledgement we once knew
Each other
Our conversations are now long gone
But we’re forever etched in each
other’s minds and dreams

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Poesía: Estoy Frustrada

Escribí este poema en 2006 cuando sentía una soledad grave en mi relación con mi esposo.

La soledad nos hacer cosas que son malas para nosotros
A Veces es Asi

Estoy frustrada
Vivir así
Sin deseo o pasión
Para nosotros dos
Lo único que nos toca
Es salir de aquí
De este mar duradero de soledad
En donde nos estamos hundiendo
Y nadar aparte hacia la orilla
de felicidad
donde pertenecemos

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Poetry: License

I wrote this poem in 2002 about my oldest son’s bio dad. I had a lot of angry emotions about how he abandoned him.

Me with my oldest son circa 1999
me with my oldest son circa 1999

A license to create is what shouldn’t

Be given to those who don’t know how to 

Appreciate their child’s laughter 

Or comfort their high pitch cries

A license to create is what shouldn’t 

Be given to those who don’t understand 

What it takes to be an example to 

Those that descend from them 

A license to create is what shouldn’t 

Be given to those who leave children 

In the dust to follow their own desires 

Without looking back on their offspring’s 

 sad little face that whimpers,

“Daddy, come back”

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Poetry: Frustrating

I wrote this in 2006 when me and my husband were in this monotonous routine of kids, work, and school. I felt lonely in our relationship and it was hard for me to express it to him.

Loyalty and loneliness are a bitch.

It’s frustrating
Living like this
Without desire or passion
The only thing that’s left for us
Is to leave from here
This everlasting ocean of loneliness
In which we are drowning
And separately swim to the shore
of happiness
Where we both belong

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Poetry: Here We Go Again

Masking be like

I wrote this poem in late 2005 thinking back on how I felt about my second pregnancy when I found out. It wasn’t an ideal situation at all because I was still in college and my relationship with my husband was on the rocks.

Being Strong is exhausting
always

This can’t be
happening to me!
but rarely does it ever lie,
that second pink line
Just when I was on right track
Again I am burdened for lying on my back
What will I do?
Who will I turn to?
How do I tell them?
Once again I am their biggest disappointment
To just sit here and cry
is just a waste of precious time
I have no choice
I have to get away from this awful noise
This will become my personal hell
Because of another persuasive male