Poetry: Intensity

I search for peace and tranquility but it evades me
sometimes I find it but it quickly dissipates
Feeling so much all of the time gets exasperating
I yearn for a vacation from this intensity
I’m starting to think this is my destiny
To fall in love hard and feel heartbreak even harder
To write a few poems when I’m in love
To write a hundred poems when I face another love failure
maybe it’s best to truly accept me
a girl sometimes full of serenity
a girl always full of intensity

poetry: heaven

I wrote this poem in June of 2024.

vibe: victorian and broody

this modern world got my victorian and pure heart all fucked up
don’t know which way is up
don’t know which way is down
don’t know what is right
don’t know what is wrong
I want someone’s hand to hold but they reach for my breast
I want innocent kisses on the cheek
but they reach for the heaven between my thighs

poetry: fix me

I wrote this poem in June of 2024.

can’t imagine why anyone wants to fix this picture of perfection

everyone I meet wants to fix me
my hair is wild and indomitable
my grammar is atrocious
my laugh is too loud
and we can’t forget about my crooked teeth
and while most of them mean well
I wonder what’s so wrong with me
that people always fixate on my flaws

Privilege and luxury

Very Proud Daughter of Immigrants

What’s the one luxury you can’t live without?

Privilege and Luxury


Luxury looks like the chauffeur
who drives me and my sister
to ballet classes
and my brother to karate

Privilege tastes like eating garlic cloves
in bed with my bunny
who wears a knitted hat
made by my Mami

Luxury smells like el amuerzo
of rice and over easy eggs
the maid serves us

Privilege sounds like a bomb
going off near our house
one of its residents
loses his hearing because of it

Luxury feels like my mami understanding
terrorism is at her front door
and applying for U.S sponsorship
through a relative

Privilege is having parents
who crossed the border
for us and with us
out of love and for our safety

Poetry: Never

I can never compete

With a lifetime of love, of memories

Of him knowing her 

Even when she breaks his heart

Over and over and over again

Even when I let him break mine

Over and over and over again

It’s a vicious cycle of  love, heartbreak, and regret

A cycle where I continue to break my own heart

Because I will never be pretty or skinny 

Like her

I will never be enough!

Poetry: Twenty Years Later

He looked at me like no one’s
ever looked at me
He kissed me with an unquenchable
passion unforeseen
And he touched me, my body
And my soul the way no one ever could
He hugged me tight enough so I felt
The entire essence of him, the past twenty years
Of everything we ever felt for each other
Twenty years of lust, obligations, lies,
Hatred, resentment, passion, memories, life,
And LOVE
In his arms I felt like I was me AGAIN

poetry: whack an asshole

I wrote this poem in June of 2024.

for real

I hope this story is buried for a final time
and you don’t pop up again
and I have to play whack an asshole
once again
blocking you on yet another platform
would the universe be kind enough this time
for it to be good riddance forever
cause I’m tired of my past mistakes
to constantly come out of nowhere
to disturb my present

Poetry: The Monster of Insecurity

It dwells in the back of my mind-

Could this be too good to be true?

Will he need distance soon?

Insecurity takes over after finding

 something so sure.

Insecurity tells me I’m not good enough.

Insecurity tells me that I don’t deserve him.

Insecurity tells me one day this will end

  and it will be absolutely devastating.

Recession-Proof: Staying Sharp When the Bottom Drops Out

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Recession-Proof: Staying Sharp When the Bottom Drops Out by Ian Garza

When the economy tanks, the air changes. People move differently. You feel it in the supermarket aisle, where heads tilt at price tags like they’re trying to solve a riddle in a foreign language. Maybe you’re there, pen hovering over a notebook, drafting your next pitch while wondering if peanut butter can be considered a luxury item now. Recessions have a way of pushing people into the deep end, but oddly, that’s where the best swimmers emerge. The trick is less about bracing for impact and more about learning to glide with the current. Here are seven ways to make the chaos work for you, journal in hand and mind on fire.

Cut Costs, Not Corners
You don’t need to become a coupon-clipping caricature to start slicing your expenses with surgical precision. Start by conducting a cold, heartless audit of your monthly costs—subscriptions, takeout, half-used gym memberships—and ask yourself which of them you’d defend in a court of law. Reallocate the scraps toward things that either earn money or preserve your sanity. Groceries, for instance, offer massive wiggle room if you’re smart about what hits the cart—save money on groceries by swapping brand loyalty for nutritional label scrutiny. Don’t eat out of boredom or habit, eat with purpose. A recession isn’t a punishment; it’s a new set of rules, and frugality is a game you can win.

Skill Up or Ship Out
Those who thrive during downturns don’t wait for job boards to dictate their worth. If your industry’s shaking like a leaf, shift your gaze toward sectors that don’t flinch when markets do—healthcare, IT, education, logistics. There’s a buffet of free online courses that can turn idle time into economic leverage. Learn Excel if you’re breathing. Pick up copywriting, coding, or UX design between episodes of that comfort show you’ve already seen four times. Skills are portable power, and adding new ones doesn’t just insulate your income—it inflates your confidence. The job may not be instant, but the momentum is.

The Side Hustle Shuffle
You don’t need to start a Shopify store selling ornamental cacti to qualify as an entrepreneur, but having a second income stream isn’t a luxury anymore—it’s a survival tactic. Whether it’s reselling thrifted clothes or offering dog walking in your neighborhood, a side hustle doesn’t have to be revolutionary. It just has to work. Take an honest inventory of what you’re good at and find the angle—start a side hustle that fits into your existing life, not the other way around. It might start small, maybe laughably so, but consistency snowballs. One gig turns into a rhythm, and suddenly, your “just in case” income becomes your “thank God I did” lifeline.

Write It Out
There’s something quietly defiant about writing things down when the world feels untethered. Journaling isn’t about profound revelations or poetic flair—it’s about evidence. Document your spending, your mood, your micro-victories. Create a log of sanity that future-you will be grateful for. The benefits of journaling during tough economic spells are both psychological and strategic—it can help you track your patterns, spot opportunities, and process fear without letting it drive. For writers, it’s a gym session. For everyone else, it’s cheap therapy that never talks back.

Invest in a Home Warranty
Nothing torpedoes a fragile budget like a busted HVAC or a rogue refrigerator. When repair costs punch a surprise hole in your wallet, having a home warranty isn’t just smart—it’s protective armor. These plans can cover major systems and appliances, offering a reliable safety net when unexpected breakdowns hit. The key is picking coverage that doesn’t just slap a Band-Aid on the issue. Find one that includes the removal of defective units and protects against breakdowns caused by botched repairs or sloppy installs—this page is a good resource for comparing that kind of nuanced coverage. You’re not betting on things going wrong. You’re admitting they will, and preparing accordingly.

Community Over Chaos
Isolation is expensive, both emotionally and practically. Reaching out to neighbors, local groups, or church networks isn’t just good manners—it’s fiscal strategy. There’s a staggering array of local community resources offering everything from food distribution to financial counseling, yet many go untapped. It’s not charity. It’s infrastructure—one that exists precisely for this kind of moment. Volunteering also doubles as networking. You help others while subtly reinforcing your own safety net, a win-win most spreadsheets can’t quantify.

Mind Over Money
Financial fear corrodes slowly, eating away at confidence and sleep and even relationships. Address it like you would any other health issue—diagnose, manage, treat. Don’t ignore your stress or trivialize it. And don’t obsessively refresh stock tickers or headline feeds. Use breathing techniques, therapy apps, and if needed, professional help. Learn how to manage financial stress in a way that doesn’t involve locking yourself in a doomscroll loop until 2 a.m. The money part is real. The mental toll is realer. You need both ends intact if you’re going to make it through with anything resembling grace.

There’s no single blueprint for surviving a recession because recessions don’t care about blueprints. They bulldoze predictability and force reinvention. But they also burn away distractions and push people toward clarity. Whether you’re writing it out, hustling at night, or just trying to keep your fridge running without inviting financial ruin, the throughline remains the same: adapt with intention. You don’t have to thrive every day. You just need to keep moving—and that, on the worst days, is a kind of success all its own.

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poetry: jon benet lookalike

I wrote this poem in June of 2024. It was inspired by the disappearance of little Latina girl in my area that I didn’t feel was getting enough media attention.

it’s how this story made me feel

I pray for the little brown girl lost in Gainesville
the one that’s my son’s age
the one that looks like my sister at that age
the one who has my mami’s name
I pray she’s found alive
I pray that she finds warmth in her parents
arms soon
I pray more of a big deal is made out of
her disappearance
and she’s found quickly
because I’m sure that if this little girl
had been a jonbenet look alike
more would have been done to find her
and bring her back to her family
her community
that’s been missing her greatly

Poetry: Winning the War

I can’t live without you another day
But I have to stay away
You are now part of my past
To you, I was another piece of ass
Even though I wish your love was mine
Without you, I will be just fine
Because no matter how weak I get
The memory of you, I must learn to forget
So with these few words I may win the war
On loving you no more

poetry: awkward

I wrote this poem in May of 2024.

I’m a classy bitch

I’m ready for steak dinners and an expensive bottle of chardonnay
shared over awkward getting to know you conversations
with no expectations to put out
I’ll be a completely different woman when I’m dating again
a woman selective about who allows near her
a woman who no longer seeks validation and attention
from the wrong men