I wrote this poem in August of 2022.
Let’s go to war with ourselves
and speak our truth and heal unprocessed trauma within
and face our fear and insecurities
we’ll walk out with confidence and feel empowered
We’ll leave with versions of ourselves ready
to reach our full potential and ready to love
Here’s the English version of this poem:
Poetry: Drunk and Blue
Solita y borracha llorando de nuevo por un hombre
que se burlo de mi dignidad
Solita y borracha, te conoci y me deje llevar
por la quÃmica y tu carisma
solita y borracha contigo querÃa olvidarme al otra
y por algunas horas pudo hacerlo
Solita y borracha prometiste llamarme pero no más
fue una promesa sin substancia
solita y borracha de nuevo estoy pero esta vez con ira con mi misma
por siempre repetir el mismo cuento por no saber valorarme
I plan my goals according to what I want to achieve and what will bring fulfillment and joy to my life. I keep a google doc of lifetime goals with lofty goals like owning property in the U.S and Peru and traveling to all 7 continents. Here’s a preview of it:
Get published in more online or print publications
I will get a translation certification from Arizona University
My Spanish will be more fluent than ever
I will go to Oxapampa-4/2/2023 (goal accomplished, yay ME!)
Travel to Asia
Own property in Peru (preferably in Oxapampa -a house with farmland)
Travel to Mexico (Frida Kahlo’s house)
Go to Montgomery, Alabama-Zelda Fitzgerald’s house
I also have a short term goal list I make every year but also continue to revise them every time I start a new journal. Here’s a preview of it:
I want to add that I’m very intentional with my goals and when I start to feel stuck or stagnated in my life, I will revisit them and see which goals I’ve achieved and making progress on and which ones I need to work on. I think that having goals have given my life purpose and keeps me moving forward. Some years have harder than others to set goal, I remember in 2019 I had two goals: survive 2019, have more compassion for myself. So really, it doesn’t matter how many goals you have or what kind of goals they are, the only thing that matters is that they help you evolve and bring fulfillment to your life.
Here is the English version of this poem:
Poetry: Memory
fuistes la luz más brillante en mi universo de amor
quizás por eso pasan los años y no llegó a olvidarte
quizás por eso siempre regreso a ti para que me acuerde
que el amor no siempre es una mierda que se repite
cada vez que me enamoro
I wrote this poem in August of 2022.
I love her and she will be mine-
because i know what’s good for her
because she needs me in her life
as she’s a complete mess
and I can save her I can fix her
I can be her hero
her confidant, her eternal lover
Here’s the English version of this poem:
Poetry: Dead End
me encuentro en un callejón sin salida atada a una vida desgraciada
del cual no consigo huir
decepcion, desilusion y responsabilidades desde una temprana edad
cimentaron mi destino a nunca tener una vida normal con estabilidad
¿Será demasiado tarde para que yo viva algo más que esta vida llena de miseria?
when the world gets to be too much
I block, I delete, I ignore
I don’t want to waste my precious energy and time
on anything that drains me, that robs me of my peace
I’ve fought too hard to get to a place of serenity
and I can’t allow anyone or anything
to ruin my newfound reality of tranquility
Here’s the English version of this poem:
Poetry: Bad Place
encadenada en mis pensamientos oscuros que luchó de escapar
pero no hay remedio para esta depresión hincada en mi
que me cubre con una niebla de incertidumbre
no me deja en paz, no me deja vivir
I wrote this poem in August of 2022.
Insecurities and anxiety from my immigrant childhood
Come out to play and my adult self wants to run away
I thought I was healed from this
I hate these triggers—but I still confront them even if I don’t want to
I cry and write about them, reprocess something not quite healed
Am I on the way to my recovery from BPD?
Here’s the English Version of this poem:
Poetry: Company
Querido amigo, ¿por qué quieres que pase la noche contigo?
¿Será porque quieres usar mi cuerpo para que cubra tu soledad?
¿Será porque estás triste por el rechazo de aquella?
lo siento, pero me tengo que ir
no me prestaré para ser uno de tus antojos temporáneos
porque tu no sabes como enfrentar tus sentimientos
I wrote this poem in August of 2022.
love makes me feel trapped
trapped in a cage of desire and emotions
that I want to escape from
and I still try thinking this time
it will be different except it never is
so I’m giving up for a while-
Giving myself time to prepare for my next victim
here is the English version of this poem:
Poetry: Dear Brad
Queridisimo Brad-
lo siento por no dejar que me lleves a tu cama
y que me uses como te dé la gana
es que aprendi mi leccion
y ahora entendió que soy un tesoro
que no puede gastar su energÃa
en alguien que no mas me quiere
por un ratito y despues se va
I wrote this poem in August of 2022.
the facade of equality is cloaked in good intentions and lovely words-
and while laws have been passed to prevent discrimination
and to try to level the game of success,
it’s all a sham, it’s all a con
we still live in a world where the color of your skin and social status
and gender determine your prosperity
Life on the BPD 