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Poesía: Aquella Noche

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Poetry: That Night

Escribí este poema en 1997 inspirada por la noche que conocí al padre biológico de mi primer hijo. Tengo una forma extrema de idealizar a mi pareja al principio de una relación.

1997, cuando mi vida cambiaría para siempre

Aquella noche
Tomaste mis manos sudadas en las tuyas
Y mi corazón latió rápido y furiosamente

Aquella noche
Me hundí en tus ojos profundos y sinceros
Y supe que eras un amor verdadero

Aquella noche
Me abrazaste fuerte
me hiciste sentir que todo era posible

Aquella noche
besaste mi cuello gentilmente
Y besaste mis labios con un ardor único

Aquella noche
Me enseñaste tu amor
y hiciste parar el tiempo

Aquella noche
Encontré todo lo que estuve buscando
en tus brazos

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Poetry: A Poem for A Couple I Never Knew

I wrote this in 2006 inspired by my husband’s parents.

Love is written in the stars

Many of us speculate

Why and how these two met

She was always literature’s mate

he  was very well unread

But still these two started

A very fruitful fairytale

One without castles 

Or a tall, tall bed

But one that would blossom

Into a lovely romance 

that would bring me 

my special somebody

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Poesía: El Canalla

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Poetry: The Cad

Escribí este poema en 1997 . Estuve inspirada por una ira fuerte que tuve contra una de mis exes.

tenia un enojo fuerte detrás de esa sonrisa

Eres una canalla
y eso me entristece
Presionas a las mujeres
con tonterías
para que se acuesten contigo
A ti no te importa
como ellas se sienten después
De ser usadas para tu placer primal
Nunca pensaste que una de ellas
se vengaría de ti
Ahora pasas tu vida en tu cama
Porque eres un maldito desgraciado
Que irónico es todo esto
porque tenías que agregar otra a tu lista
de mujeres usadas

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Poetry: Andrew

I wrote this inspired by the first time I met Andrew. I think I kept on thinking about him and getting nostalgic because I was so carefree and happy when I was with him.

Not a boy but not yet a man

He took my sweaty hand

Dancing was his aim

Andrew was his name

And with his clown feet

He showed me moves so weak

And an excuse I was about to invent

But then the moment went

And that was our when

 the slow music started to lure

strong emotions started to brew

Innocent love soon ensued

I was his world, he was mine

We were the most perfect rhyme

But then reality hit

A truth we couldn’t beat

And even though I’ve moved on 

It’s Andrew, I’ll always yearn for

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Poetry: Acknowledgement

I wrote this in 2006 thinking back on my time with Lucas.

Tired and contemplating life
me around the time I wrote this poem

A shadow of our friendship
is all there is left
After life gets in the way
of wanting something more
And when I see you around
A wave, a nod
An acknowledgement we once knew
Each other
Our conversations are now long gone
But we’re forever etched in each
other’s minds and dreams

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Poesía: Falso 2005

Escribe este poema en 2005 pensando en un canalla de mi pasado. En realidad no me acuerdo quien inspiro este poema.

El agradecimiento de lo que pudo ser
Siempre

Falso, falso, falso
Fuiste un cobarde
Al aprovecharte
De mi timidez

Falso, falso, falso
Que voy hacer
Con este vació
Con el cual usted me dejo

Falso, falso, falso
Mentiras negras
Fue con lo que salió
Porque me mintió

Tonta, tonta, tonta
Es la canción
Que canto yo

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Poesía: Estoy Frustrada

Escribí este poema en 2006 cuando sentía una soledad grave en mi relación con mi esposo.

La soledad nos hacer cosas que son malas para nosotros
A Veces es Asi

Estoy frustrada
Vivir así
Sin deseo o pasión
Para nosotros dos
Lo único que nos toca
Es salir de aquí
De este mar duradero de soledad
En donde nos estamos hundiendo
Y nadar aparte hacia la orilla
de felicidad
donde pertenecemos

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Poetry: License

I wrote this poem in 2002 about my oldest son’s bio dad. I had a lot of angry emotions about how he abandoned him.

Me with my oldest son circa 1999
me with my oldest son circa 1999

A license to create is what shouldn’t

Be given to those who don’t know how to 

Appreciate their child’s laughter 

Or comfort their high pitch cries

A license to create is what shouldn’t 

Be given to those who don’t understand 

What it takes to be an example to 

Those that descend from them 

A license to create is what shouldn’t 

Be given to those who leave children 

In the dust to follow their own desires 

Without looking back on their offspring’s 

 sad little face that whimpers,

“Daddy, come back”

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Poetry: Frustrating

I wrote this in 2006 when me and my husband were in this monotonous routine of kids, work, and school. I felt lonely in our relationship and it was hard for me to express it to him.

Loyalty and loneliness are a bitch.

It’s frustrating
Living like this
Without desire or passion
The only thing that’s left for us
Is to leave from here
This everlasting ocean of loneliness
In which we are drowning
And separately swim to the shore
of happiness
Where we both belong

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Poetry: Here We Go Again

Masking be like

I wrote this poem in late 2005 thinking back on how I felt about my second pregnancy when I found out. It wasn’t an ideal situation at all because I was still in college and my relationship with my husband was on the rocks.

Being Strong is exhausting
always

This can’t be
happening to me!
but rarely does it ever lie,
that second pink line
Just when I was on right track
Again I am burdened for lying on my back
What will I do?
Who will I turn to?
How do I tell them?
Once again I am their biggest disappointment
To just sit here and cry
is just a waste of precious time
I have no choice
I have to get away from this awful noise
This will become my personal hell
Because of another persuasive male

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Poetry: A Poem for My Third Born

A Poem for My Third Born

You were the rainbow
That came after the most dreadful storm
You were wanted, you were planned
You were loved
You were everything
Anxiously, I waited for your arrival
Counting down the months, the weeks,
And eventually the days
Cautiously, I felt hope
With every flutter,
And every kick
You were a ninja
Determined to reassure
This worried mama that
You were okay-
And I glowed bright
From your inner light
And finally
The day came
I would get to meet
My newest love made creature
And with your birth
Life finally felt complete

My Youngest Son Circa 2012

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My son is 11 Me and my youngest on 6/26/22