maybe it was the outfit that made my uber driver nervous
I couldn’t tell if you were nervous or just an asshole trying to impress me with your knowledge of shakespeare that came off as mansplaning which was so cringe and annoying since I told you I have a degree in English and I had taken two Shakespeare classes maybe you didn’t take me seriously because of how short my dress was or my thigh-high boots caught you off guard is it some sort of abomination for me to be smart and smoking hot that men treat me like I’m a bimbo they need to save or mansplain shit to maybe I should start using it to my advantage play the role of “pretty woman” observe how much men underestimate me and write poetry about it and make it blog content a year later
Libra season is upon us as summer turns to fall- a year ago, I was returning from my homeland recharged and determined 2 years ago, I was angry and using my rage to fuel my creativity and train for a 5k and 3 years ago, I was a hot and exhausted Emotional mess among the madness of COVID And this Libra season, I’m entering it free from the chains of matrimony and every expectation my parents and society has placed on me This Libra season, I will honor and pay tribute to my abuela Mercedes for the independent and strong woman that she was and celebrate my friends Melia and Quinn’s birthdays show them how grateful I am for their existence This Libra season, I’ll set intentions and manifestations for the next 6 months for the life I dream of and envision For myself and my sons This Libra season I’m determined more than ever to make miracles and magic happen- And prove to myself and anyone who ever doubted me that I’m not just a crazy and savage bitch but I’m also a magical and intelligent one who’s constantly evolving
mis antepasados me visitan en sueños para darme ánimos, para que no me hunda en mi amargura para que me cubra con esperanza y fe Que nunca pare de mejorar y evolucionar
I saw my mother kill the spark in my father He was my age with many dreams, But I’m different,so different No matter who or What gets in my way,I’ll Knock them out Figuratively or literally to get the life I deserve to accomplish my goals The spark in me stays in me and giving a determination to keep going and to NEVER, EVER GIVE UP!
to reach the next level of my life I need to stand firm in alignment with my values I need to be brave and take the necessary steps for my full autonomy even if it’s painful, even if I start to question the process the end result will be the betterment for me and my sons, a life full of purpose a life where I’m no longer attached to anything and anyone who held me back from reaching my potential
summer feels eternal it’s the sixth of september and we’re still in 90-degree weather melting in this heat it’s a global warning with no sign of reprieve it’s a never-ending season that has me sweating and cursing constantly saying FML and calling my friends during panic attacks in the bathroom at work it’s my insanity I can’t seem to rein in all the way, no matter how hard I try and the frustration of it wears me out and make me want to throw in the towel and give up
Crushes–we all get them at some point or another. It doesn’t matter if we’re 13 or 43. They’re unfortunate or fortunate circumstances in our lives depending on how we look at them. I’ve had more of my share of them, and of course, there’s a playlist I listen to when that happens. As jaded in love as I am, there’s a small part of me that’s still a lovergirl. I’ve tried every way to squash the lovergirl in me but apparently it’s resistant to all of the misandrist poetry I write and all of the books I read about hating men and how love is just the most terrible thing in the world. So I’ve just learned to just let her be and write corny AF love poetry and listen to the most romantic music even if it’s nauseating to me. One of my friends told me the nausea part is some kind of trauma response, and she’s probably right, but that’s another blog post for a later time. Anyways,here’s a few poems I wrote about having a crush and my lover girl playlist. The playlist is filled with that, “wtf, I have butterflies in my stomach at my age, let’s goooo!!!” kind of energy or “lmao,I’m living some kind of modern Victorian infatuation story or I’m straight up delusional” energy. My most recent crushes have been on Ben Affleck, Benjamin Franklin(cause I’m a materialistic bitch) and of course, Yung Gravy. See y’all, I’m not always a hater when it comes to love (contrary to a lot of what y’all see in the blog) , I, too, have a little romantic girl somewhere in me. Maybe I could manifest that Ben Affleck, Yung Gravy, or a millionaire, sees this blog post, gets a crush on ME and makes their way to my hometown and takes me away in their private jet.
Here are the poems:
Not in my plans
I didn’t mean to, it wasn’t in my plans for self improvement But I fell for you in spring I don’t even know when it started to happen All I remember is absolutely hating it hated how soft and corny it made me hated how I started smiling at your messages hated how you started to melt my jadedness about love and how I finally felt like love was a possibility for me
5/2/23
it’s me on a quest to find my Travis Kelce
Fight with the romantic girl
The romantic in me riots and protests and says this solitary confinement is bullshit It’s been over a year since we’ve been intimate with anyone or felt a romantic connection and I try to reason with her “We’re still healing and we’ like to stay emotionally regulated And healthy” and she yells, “no it’s time to take all of our therapy skills out for test drive and find someone we vibe with’ And I answer, “but we’re not” And she screams, “stop with your excuses go find the next muse of your poetry
7/29/23
wondering who my next Ace of Cups will be
So embarrassing
thought I was done with this part of my life accepted solitude was now my new life but you had to smile at me butterflies appear and I want to vomit my heart races every time you’re near And ugh, I fucking hate you for this so embarrassing at my age to crush on someone so hard and to write poems about a new unrequited love And I tried to ignore and quell this feeling but you have the audacity to appear in my dreams maybe it’s your fire energy, maybe it’s your poetry I’m not sure exactly what it is but fuck you for bringing out the romantic in me
2024
I have honestly done this more than a few times this year-I have issues according to Google
Lover Girl Playlist: Ew -Crush Culture
Crush Culture-Conan Gray I’m not in love- Will to Power Begin Again- Taylor Swift Bad Habit-Steve Lacy The Prophecy- Taylor Swift Late Night Talking-Harry Styles Sanctuary-Joji Dreaming of You-Selena Nonsense- Sabrina Carpenter Overdrive- Conan Gray Still Falling for You- Ellie Goulding Ceilings- Lizzie Alpine People Watching- Conan Gray Footnote-Conan Gray Dress-Taylor Swift Means Something- Lizzy McAlpine Enchanted- Taylor Swift Clementine-Yung Gravy The Louvre-Lorde Pessimist- Julia Michaels Risk-Gracie Abrams HOT TO GO-Chappell Roan Mastermind- Taylor Swift So High School- Taylor Swift Still Chose You- The Kid LAROI Invisible String-Taylor Swift Long Story Short-Taylor Swift So American-Olivia Rodrigo Disaster- Conan Gray Lover- Taylor Swift
Below is are the links for Spotify and YouTube in case you do want to get in touch with your inner romantic:
Crush Culture makes me want to spill my guts out-Conan Gray
I’m armed with my notebooks and journals full of poems and stories
what cannot be said aloud will be written in a poem for better or worse I have a tendency to process my emotions in metaphors and verse and while many wouldn’t call what I write poetry because I lack technique or an MFA or whatever else I’m missing I’m going to keep writing my raw emotions Down and sharing them My words hold value, My words have power And it has helped and a few other souls when our feelings lack logical explanations and reasons For better or worse I’m going to continue to tell my story in poetry
the passage of time is a bitch That I’m reminded of with every one of my wrinkles I abhor The passage of time is a bitch and I desperately want to hold onto my beauty wearing clothes I’m too old for and taking an obscene amount of pictures and posting them to validate my self esteem the passage of time is a bitch and I self flagellate for not doing enough to improve myself and still deal with the same bullshit day in,day out I thought I would be done with after years of therapy and introspection the passage of time is a bitch and while I could wallow in defeat thinking of all I could have been instead I stand proudly and declare I will no longer sit still and watch life happen to me from now on I’ll make the best of the time I have left and become selective of what and who I give my energy and time to
No one is coming to rescue you, princess no matter how much you wish to be saved or try your hardest to manifest a prince to carry the heavy burden of responsibility you’re constantly lifting No one is coming to save you, princess It’s up to you to save yourself It’s up to you to continue to work hard and be selective on what you expend your energy on No one is coming to help you, princess You’re no longer relying on others for a sense of identity or security and you’re now an independent Queen who’s learned only she herself can save herself and is wise enough to block out any negativity or toxicity that threatens her autonomy or wants to bring on another Emotional relapse
guy holding the fish in his profile pic, come find me
anything resembling love threatens the home I’ve built over the past two years and yet the romantic threads in me won’t disappear they want to weave another love story they want to be pulled into the magic to getting know someone new and having arms to call home
Gotta flex for my next ex let me post some thirst trap pic of my cleavage and add a profound quote about my self discovery journey but nothing too crazy I don’t want to scare him away
Am I doomed to men trying me on just so they can change their minds- days, weeks, months, years later is it some kind of karmic energy in me I still haven’t found the remedy for? Perhaps I really need to stop trying to find hope in love and stick to what’s working for me and that’s being alone
image generated from WordPress AI -I guess this was the best they could do..lol
the outline of her body in the middle of the road- told the most tragic of stories she wasn’t looking when she crossed the street she was lost in her thoughts and the driver speeding didn’t see her and splat went her body death came quickly to her her last thought was mission accomplished but the world thought another victim of an unexpected and tragic circumstance
Life on the BPD 