I wrote this in 2003 about some random dude.
I love you so much it hurts
You put me through this sweet silent torture
Of your evil seductive ways
I almost die of ecstasy
Poetry: Strange
I wrote this in 2003 about Damon who I was seeing again.
Your strange ways confuse me
One moment you hold me in your arms
The next moment you want someone else in your arms
Do you want to break our amorous ties?
Was the love you professed another one of your lies?
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Poem of the Day: El Chisme (Gossip) of My Ancestors
Day 21 of doing a 31-day poetry prompt challenge. Today’s prompt was “Where the stars meet” .
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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.
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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Poesía: Excusas
Here’s the English version of this poem:
https://lifeonthebpd.com/2021/11/24/poetry-excuses/
Necesito estar solo
era tu excusa
no quieres herirme
fue lo que me dijiste
Todavia la amo
es lo que querías decirme
un corto pasatiempo
fui lo que yo signifique para ti
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Poetry: Young and Dumb
I wrote this in 2006 when I was remember the days of my youth.
Young and Dumb
My mind tries to fight
What my heart wants to write
About being young and dumb
You’d think I’ve moved on
But it doesn’t happen
And my paper is dampened
With words about being sixteen
And doing many sinful things
Getting drunk and hooking up
Was my beginner’s luck
But I still had plenty of luck
Being young and so dumb
My pen and paper will have to settle
For not knowing any better
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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.
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: Unhappiness
I wrote this poem in fall of 2005 when I was feeling overwhelmed by my responsibilities of being a mother, a girlfriend, a student and a worker. As usual at that time, I took on too much and was trying to be everything to everyone. One trait of BPD that I’ve carried throughout the years is over extending myself sometimes to my detriment in order to make other people happy.
Feelings I can’t turn off
Quickly come in droves
Don’t know what to do
My options are few
Do I follow my gut?
And get away from this rut
Or do i stay here ?
And become what I fear;
A woman that settles
And lets others meddle
A woman with no mind
And with everything, she is fine
But can I turn off the real me?
And stay so unhappy
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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.
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: Emotions
I wrote this poem in early 2006 about my husband. We have always had completely different love languages.
Emotions for you
sway from
Good to bad
Every day
And I wonder
Why “we” can’t ever be
Balanced
Instead of
the disorganized mess
that we are
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Poesía: El Infiel
Pensaba que yo era la única
que ocupaba un sitio en tu corazón
nunca pense que llegaria el momento
que me dirias “ya no te amo”
nunca cruzó en mi mento
que había otra mujer
Pensaba que teniamos mas tiempo
ahora estas en mi estante de imbéciles
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Poetry: Let’s Go To Your Store
I wrote this in 2006 for my creative writing class.
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/
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
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Poesia: Sin Claridad
Escribí este poema en 2006 acerca de alguien que me gustaba. Cuando me gusta alguien, me obsesiono con esa persona.
¿No se que es de ti?
Pero tu me robas la razón
¿No se que haces ?
Pero tu me devuelves
La inquietud
¿No se porque?
Pero tu me vuelves
En una adolescente
Y
Me dejas
Sin claridad.
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