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Poesia: Otra Canción Melancólico

Here’s the English version of this poem:

https://lifeonthebpd.com/2021/10/13/poetry-same-old-ugly-song/

Pensaba que tu amor era como sueño celestial

me sentía bendecida

pero te volviste en una pesadilla infernal

y aprendí de nuevo

que tu eras otra canción melancólico

otro inútil más

mi amor se volvió en un mar de odio

me di cuenta muy tarde

Que estaba ciega 

a que me estabas usando

y me lleno con un fuego de furia

Me hundí en una arena movediza de amargura

Desafortunadamente todavía me acuerdo

de nuestro amor y tu ternura

pero tú arruinaste eso cuando te fuiste con ella

Ojalá que te quedes con ella

porque ahora soy un nunca en tu vida

Quiero olvidarme de todo los que fuimos

porque estoy mejor sola que mal acompañada

tengo que aceptar la mentira que tu fuistes

tengo que aceptar que tu fuistes

otra canción melancólica

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Poetry: The Wound

I wrote this in 2008.

I never came back the same

The Wound

It’s a wound that never closes
No matter how many years
are spent trying to close it

To taste the pure heaven that is you
and have it swept
from under me in a sudden swoop
made the everlasting wound

I looked everywhere
for somebody to help me close it
But no matter how hard
they tried, the wound
wouldn’t come close to closing

I finally met someone who lessened the pain
of the wound
with his gentle and understanding nature
But even after 6 years as his patient
the wound remains open

 

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Poesia: Otro Niño Confundido

Here is the English version of this poem:

https://lifeonthebpd.com/?p=1792

Eras un sorpresa lleno

de atención y afección 

hasta me dejastes rosas en mi tablero

Pensé, por fin, llegó mi príncipe azul 

Pero después de un tiempo

Sentí la distancia entre los dos

ya no tenías tiempo para mi

pronto me darás alguna excusa estúpida

porque me tienes que abandonar

y mi corazón quedará en pedazos

no habrá nada más que decir

me dare cuenta

que tu fuiste el mismo cuento

de otro niño confundido

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Poetry: Restless

I wrote this poem in 2008. One the BPD traits is feeling restless and oh my, I feel this a lot. Sometimes it’s for a few hours, sometimes it’s for a few days and I write about it.

restlessness lies in my heart

Restlessness lies in 

my mind at 

night and does

not go away

easily. It invades 

my thoughts and

questions me.

Will it ever go

away or will I 

become insane?

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Poesia: Mi Valor

Here is the English Version of this poem:

https://lifeonthebpd.com/2021/12/13/poetry-old-habits/

Ella era un hábito que no podías romper

aunque te di lo mejor de mi

Aunque te di mi amor

No era suficiente para ti

entonces corriste a los brazos de ella

y cuando me entere

me aleje de ti

Mientras ella se quedó contigo

porque yo no soy una estúpida

yo se mi valor

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Poesia: Mentira

Here is the English Version of this poem:

https://lifeonthebpd.com/2021/10/29/poetry-lies/

Tenías puesto tu disfraz de príncipe azul

para que me queda contigo

Fingiste amarme

Fingiste apreciarme

y yo me creí el cuento 

que me estabas contando

Y te amé y tú te volviste mi adicción 

pero todo era una mentira

y ahora estoy llena de remordimientos

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Poetry: The Latina Thing

I wrote this in September of 2019 after I read somewhere about some politician making fun of AOC for doing the “Latina Thing”. It annoyed the fuck out of me.

what I think of the haters

Make fun of our accents-

Make fun of our names-

But y’all never have our rich history

Call us feisty, caliente, spicy

Call us fiery, loud, sexy

But y’all will never have the exotic magic

we carry within ourselves

Try to bully us into silence

Try to put us down 

with racist and ignorant insults

But y’all will never have 

our immigrant work ethic

or ingrained determination

Try to stereotype us-

Try to make us feel less than

Try to kill us-

But y’all never kill our chingona spirit

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Poetry: Small

I wrote this in 2007 when I transferred to a 4 year University. It was a rough experience.

me with my friends in 2007

I feel small in this enormous and elitist world
it doesn’t seem like I will ever fit
It only seems like a perfect fit
for my younger, blonder, whiter,
and younger counterparts
Older, hispanic, and poor is not acceptable here.
Should I even try ?
When I’m destined for failure on this institution’s steps
Failure on the steps is what I feel here-
a place where my browner, poorer self
feels like an outcast, an undesirable- by the eyes of prejudice

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Poesía: Un Amor Liberal

Here is the English version of this poem:

Poetry: A Liberal Kind of Love

Besitos en la mejilla y
tomándonos de las manos
son cosas del pasado

Cuerpos calientes cubiertos de sudor cojiendo
con una nota de adiós en la mañana
es ahora nuestro modo de ser

Respecto, sinceridad, y confianza
son palabras olvidadas

Decepcion, desilucion, y egoísmo
Ahora son nuestra palabras sagradas

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Poetry : Dreams

I wrote this poem in late 2007 when I was depressed about my life. Again, instead of going to therapy, I just wrote a poem about it. Lol.

none of us know what we’re doing

Tainted dreams 

of life is what

I have left.

A career of abstract 

nothingness lies

before me. 

Chaotic and sensitive off springs

I must put before me.

Frigidity and

senility in my

marital bed lie

next to me. 

Is this it? Is this 

what is left 

of my 

foolish childhood dreams.

Scattered dreams

in my past 

become failures

of my present.

Will my soul

ever recuperate

from the cost?

Will I ever be that

hopeful again?

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Poetry:Traitor

Aquí esta la versión en Español:

https://lifeonthebpd.com/2022/08/08/poesia-desgraciado-2/


Perhaps I’m crazy,

Perhaps I’m dramatic 

But I must say

You’re a traitor

for what you did to me

Causing me so much  heartbreak

and misery

Pretending to “love me”

Behind your “nice guy” disguise

was really an asshole

who lured me with sweet lies

into a web of treachery

and infidelity