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Poetry: Veins

I wrote this poem in the fall of 2007. I wrote this one about my husband. It was a good moment but even during the good moments, I’m still insecure.

me in 2007 when this poem was written I look so happy …lol

Veins of love’s 

moss grow

every minute

I’m with you

Will the veins 

ever run out

of moss?

Will you ever 

leave me?

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Poesia: Podría Ser

Escribí este poema en Diciembre del 2002 acerca de John. Pensaba que a lo mejor cambaría de parecer pronto pero no fue así.

tal vez

Podría ser que yo no soy
Aquella mujer
A la cual no quieres ligarte

Podría ser que yo no soy
Aquella chica
Que siempre va a misa

Podría ser que yo no soy
Aquella princesa
Que no te compadezca

Pero después de probar
Estos deliciosos labios
Nunca dirás adiós

Y después de sentir
Mi cuerpo dedicado a ti
Solo pensaras en mi

Y después de estar conmigo
Conocerás el amor verdadero
Y no te arrepentirás
De echar todo lo que podría ser

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Poetry: False Stability *trigger warning*

I wrote this in March of 2020 as I was reflecting on my suicide attempt in December of 2016. I don’t remember writing this poem but that could be because it was a crazy time for me since I was an essential worker during COVID.

me in March of 2020 when I wrote this poem

Appearances were kept well for 15 years
the husband, the salaried job, the 3 off springs
I pretended like everything was fine
And yet there were ominous signs
I never felt like my authentic self
and always felt false
I tried on this so called suburban bliss
and mediocre routines
but knew it just wasn’t me
So I ended up in profound misery
And one day I wanted to forever sleep
To forget my mediocre reality
I took 15 numb feeling pills
one for every pseudo happy year
I wanted to slip into a forever dream
to never wake up to my false stability

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Poetry: Long Ago

I wrote this poem about my husband in 2006 when we were in a rut of routine and being parents. I remember thinking how hard it was at the time to reconnect with him.

Long ago…

Passion was lost

Where did it go?

What has it turned into?

Perhaps into comfortable feelings

Of gratitude and friendship

And boring things like that

But how can we find once again?

The long lost passion 

That we once had. 

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Poetry: Let’s Go To Your Store

I wrote this in 2006 for my creative writing class.

Always…

Let’s go to your store
Where it’s like paradise
Where no one’s ignored

There is a nice white floor
And there are no cries
Let’s go to your store

Nobody is abhorred
Or ever sacrificed
Where no one’s ignored

Everyone is adored
And even told a few lies
Let’s go to your store

Confidence is restored
Because everyone tries
Where no one’s ignored

So take me on a tour
Where no one has a price
Let’s go to your store
Where no one’s ignored

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Poesía: Mar de Desgracia

For the English version of this poem, click the link below:

https://lifeonthebpd.com/2021/11/21/poetry-sea-of-misery/

A Veces Se Siente Así

Estoy aqui ahogandome
en un mar de desgracia
por tu egoísmo

Gracias por tirar me
en un infierno de soledad

Me usaste
como una inútil
Para darte cuenta
lo mucho que amabas a otra

una pesadilla de mentiras,traición, y decepción
estaban detrás de esos besos celestiales
palabras y caricias bonitas