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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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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Real life is stranger than fiction sometimes! ðŸ˜ðŸ¤£
Daylight savings caught me by surprise. 🤣🤣🤣
Sometime I think that listening to my playlist is the best part in writing this book.🤣🤣ðŸ˜
poesÃa: dudas
here’s the english version that inspired this poem:
Poetry: The Difference
las dudas de mi capacidad como madre me llenaba con inseguridad
y me robaba mi sueño
Quizas debi ser mas madura, mas estable, mas exigente
todos tenÃan consejos y comentarios acerca de mà mil y uno errores
porque mis hijos eran como yo
marchando al ritmo de su propio tambor
pero después de 24 años de ser madre
solté las opiniones y juzgamientos de todos
yo se que he sido y sigo siendo una buena
porque aunque mis hijos no fueron criados en mansiones o con lujos
siempre tuvieron lo mejor de mi y eso siempre fue suficiente
Feb 2024
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March madness!!!
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poetry: too wild
I wrote this poem in March of 2023.
On days like today, I feel too wild, too untamed
to be loved, to be handled by anyone
I feel like too much and I won’t find anyone who’s enough
and I wonder if I’ll really be alone forever
because right now that’s what my future looks like
and it’s not me trying to diss any potential love candidates
it’s me acknowledging how much of an earthquake,
a hurricane, a tsunami I can be
and even though I’ve done the work to tame my inner demons
It still feels like there is still so much work left to do
before I feel confident enough to invite anyone else into my chaos
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Happy International Women’s Day! I tell my story for the women who came before me, for me and the women in my generation, and for the women who come after me !!!
Open mic last night was lit!!! 🔥🔥🔥🤣
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First day of death wish coffee and I feel unstoppable! 🤣🤣🤣🔥🔥
yesterday I died
Daily writing prompt
You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence?
Yesterday I died but its not what you think
it was the version of me who thought
she needed a man to survive, she needed a man to live
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poetry: solitude
I wrote this poem in March of 2019.
Alone in my solitude
I am again-
trying to get through
My bout of crippling loneliness
When all I want to do is disappear-
and escape from the life I created
The picture perfect life
where everyone and everything
seems to fit in an perfect puzzle
It’s a imperfect perfection
That’s slowly killing me,
breaking parts of my sanity,
Parts of the real me-
where I understand
henrik Ibsen’s protagonists
Life on the BPD 