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: Paying My Respects
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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: Risen
I wrote this in 2006.
Rising from a deep sleep
That had become our marital bed
Passion woke up
In a sudden caress
Of your rough hands
On my soft bare back
Your eyes shone on me again
With that long lost stare
Desire
Our long lost friend
Is back
To reclaim us
From our endlessly deep and dreamless sleep
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Poem of the Day: The Dissociative American Dream
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Poetry: Her Last, His First
I wrote this poem in 2006 about my Mother In Law and my second son. We lived with her for a year and she was enamored by him.
Almost frozen in her familiarity
Trapped by her body’s slow betrayal
Boredom and solitude embrace her tightly
Her unheard cries drown her
Forgotten, forgotten she was
Her world had come to an almost silent
Pause
Until
She saw him
With beady eyes as blue as hers
And skin rumpled as lover’s sheets
He was a heinous sight
But to her
He was splendid to her dying eyes
He became her last burst of joy,
Her last adoration
And her last breath of life
She was ending with his fresh scent of purity
And he was starting with her aged scent of experience
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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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Poem of the Day: Freed
Day 31 of doing a 31-day poetry prompt challenge. Today’s prompt was “Rain on my pane”
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Poesía:Fresca
Me describes como algo fresco
porque no soy como las demás
esperate un par de meses
cuando te canses de mi
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Poem of the day: Rain
Doing a 31-day poetry prompt challenge. Today’s prompt was “Rain on the pane”
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