poetry: burning love
I wrote this poem in March of 2020.
His love is fire
And I keep getting burned by it
and even though his love burns me profoundly
Every time I get too close
I heal and vow to never see him again
But once again, his fire enchants me,
puts a spell on me
And I return to his burning love
Even when I know it means
I’ll get burned once again
Will my addiction to his burning love ever stop?
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poetry: haunted
I wrote this poem in March of 2020.
I don’t want him to be a part of me-
And yet he appears
in my mind, my dreams, my poetry
He doesn’t deserve any amount of space
he comes to occupy in my life
And within me
-and yet he comes and stays
I tell him to go away
Stay away, and forget about me-
But it never happens that way
He consumes every bit of me
and it’s a lost cause to get him out out of me
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This is how I dress for revenge..🤣🤣🤣
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poetry: to be human
I wrote this poem in March of 2023.
life is full of making mistakes and then regretting them
It can’t happen any other way
because to be human is to make mistakes
to be human is a series of misadventures
where sometimes we lose our way
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Saturday thoughts from a former thot. 🤣🤣🙄🥹
It’s me and my journal against the world!!! Let’s gooooo! 🙄🤣🤣🤣🔥
poetry: a lesson in dialectics
I wrote this poem in March of 2023.
How many times have I lied to myself
when I was young in believing some man’s love
would save me, would complete me
when all it ever did was decimate me
over and over again
but I refused to believe love could be anything
but beautiful
Until one day I learned to be honest with myself
and it was a lesson in dialectics
of how love can be both an ugly and beautiful thing
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Who do you think won y’all? 🤣🤣🤣
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poesÃa: unicornio
here’s the poem that inspired this poem:
Poetry: Emotions
vivo en la oscilación de mis emociones
entre extremos de altos y bajos
trato de encontrar la equilibración dentro de mi
pero es un unicornio para mi
algo que nunca existirá para mi
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I wish I was in Oxapampa baking bread in Abuela Mercedes’ oven instead of being a prisoner of capitalism. 🤣🤣🥹ðŸ˜
poesÃa: ardida
Escribà este poema en marzo del 2023.
algunas personas me juzgaran, me llamaran ardida, amargada
porque yo cuento la verdad de mi cuento de drama y trauma
porque ya no me quedo calladita de lo que me inquieta
ya no me trago mi dolor, ya no me hago chiquita para la comodidad
de otras personas
ahora escribo, grito, y canto todo lo que me paso
todo lo que me dolió-porque por mucho tiempo guarde
dentro de mi muchos sentimientos y eso me hirió
ahora tomo espacio y anuncio mi llegada
para que todos sepan que soy una leona cobrando
las deudas de aquellas personan que me traumatizando
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poesÃa: misericordia
here’s the poem that inspired this translation:
Poetry: Lame
SentÃa un mundo de furia e ira dentro de mi por tu ausencia
porque tu nunca fuiste parte de su vida, parte de su historia
pero un dia encontre paz y misericordia hacia ti
entendà porque las cosas pasaron tenÃan que pasar
y solté todo el resentimiento y odio del cual me aferraba
en vez me llene con agradecimiento por tu existencia
que fue una bendición que me enseñó
el sentido del amor incondicional
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