Poetry: The Revenge of the Karens

I wrote this in January of 2022.

Karens always think they’re the best

one day the karens will rise up and protest on the streets
with their short blond hair auspiciously blowing in the wind
and their know it all smirks, armed with latest iphones
in their gucci bags with signs that say, live, laugh and love
or I want to speak to the manager
they’ll stomp in their $100 uggs with a purpose
to be seen and heard
with a purpose to complain about everything
wrong in their world
with a purpose to take their name back
one will get on the megaphone and talk about the oppression
they face because of their name or the pale color of their skin
or their higher social status
and people-well they’ll laugh at them,
they’ll love the absurdity of their message
and live for this-the least empowering moment in history

Poetry: Restless and Unsettled

Aqui esta la version en Espanol:

https://lifeonthebpd.com/2021/12/17/poesia-inquieta/

I am restless and unsettled
realizing you never loved me
I was just another girl to you
nothing special, nothing meaningful
just someone temporary to pass the time with
I’m growing tired of this repetitive story
Another love that expires when I ask
for something more
Another story that starts off with so much promise
only to end up as another tragedy

Poetry: I’m Done Apologizing

I wrote this in January of 2022.

me in January of 2022

I’m done apologizing for being too much or not enough
I’ve always been enough
I’m done apologizing for being crazy
I’m God’s creation of a perfect imperfection
I’m done apologizing for being too bland or too spicy
I’m a perfect blend of whatever I want to be
I’m done apologizing for being me!

Poetry: Writing is My Lifeline

I wrote this in January of 2022.

me in January of 2022 in my writing attire

Writing is my lifeline
with it, I’m almost fine
without it I’m almost lost
and my mind pays the cost

Writing is my lifeline
Especially since I’m borderline
It’s brings my truth to the forefront
It’s almost my antidepressant

Writing is my lifeline
It’s part of my life’s design
I accept it as my passion
and also my ammunition

Poesía: Amor Propio

Here is the English Version of this poem:

https://lifeonthebpd.com/2021/12/20/inner-wealth/

siempre valía mucho más de lo que pensaba
pero no sabía valorarme, no sabía amarme
estaba desesperada por el amor de mis amantes
y les deje que me trataran como una muñeca de trapo
Pensaba que no era suficiente
conformandome con lo peor
No entendía que lo que necesitaba
era un amor propio para sentirme completa y amada

Poetry: Fighting

I wrote this in January of 2022. I was angry.

I ask myself this question every day

Fighting for my cause
I question everything I learned
I take time to pause
my childhood lies burn
and make feel lost

Fighting for my family
I get so fucking angry
Why are people so shitty?
insulting my ancestry-
projecting their insecurities onto me-
Wait, are they jealous of me?

Fighting for my life
I pause of a while
thinking about all of my strife
and the past I need to reconcile
to move forward with my life
but this fight is worthwhile

Poesia: Anhelo Egoísta

Here is the English version of this poem:

https://lifeonthebpd.com/2021/12/16/poetry-confession/

Que hago perdiéndome en la fantasía de ti
acaso es nuestra química que me ciega?
o puede ser que tu en realidad eres mi alma gemela?
qué importa que estes con otro
abre tus ojos y veras
que tu y yo debemos ser
descarta de la otra
para que podamos empezar a vivir nuestro
cuento de amor

Poetry: Crossroads

I wrote this in January of 2022.

yeah…stop that shit

I’m at another one of life’s crossroads
trying not to make a turn for the worst
don’t stop but don’t go too fast
I want my momentum to last
I slow down and observe
and carefully ride life’s curves
and this time I really listen
and reach out to close friends
I’m not okay but I will be okay
soon I’ll find my way
I’m still grasping for a stable sense of self
and learning how to love and accept myself

Poetry: My Real Diagnosis

I wrote this in January of 2022.

if I had to be honest with myself

my real diagnosis should be “failure at love”
childhood trauma gave me abandonment issues
teenage trauma cemented it and added identity issues
combined with chronic emptiness
I couldn’t stand the constant void within
so I chased love trying to fill it
constantly sought out validation from men
to stop feeling ugly and alone
I’ve used them and they’ve used me
as band aids for our mutual loneliness
and when I start to feel sure of their love
it suddenly disappears
and all of my issues came back with force
with suicidal ideation entwined
And still I dusted myself off
and tried my luck with love over and over again
thinking each time it will be different
except it never is
they always tire of me and decide to leave
and once again my insanity hits and I break
Intrusive thoughts spiral in my head in an endless loop
“’i’m a failure to love,i’m a failure at love,
i’m a failure with love,i’m never enough,
i’m worthless, death must be better than this”
this was my tragic love story for 26 years
but on year 26, I said “fuck this tragic love story”
and I got the courage to change it
I’m not a failure to love, I’m not a failure at love
or I’m not a failure with love
I’m enough by myself, I can be alone by myself
and I turn into a success story of love

Poesia: Oportunidad

Here is the English version of this poem:

https://lifeonthebpd.com/2021/12/19/poetry-mr-new-guy/

nunca me has conocido pero estás intrigado
por mi forma de ser
dices que soy sexy y estupenda
y te llevas bien conmigo
puede ser porque te dejo dominar
cada conversacion
y se como acariciar tu ego
Riéndome de tus bromas estúpidas
y soy muy agradable
A lo mejor estoy siendo cínica
a lo mejor tu eres diferente
y debería darte una oportunidad
y tú no serás otro hombre
que me tratara como un pasatiempo

Poetry: Seen and Heard

I wrote this in January of 2022.

everyone wants to be seen and heard
it doesn’t matter who you are
some of us show it through passive aggressive posts
on social media hoping they trigger a response
some of us show it with our fist by punching
holes in walls to announce our “masculinity”
some of us are quiet and whisper
“Don’t forget, I’m here too”
some of us are loud AF and shout
“I own this fucking space”
everyone wants to be seen and heard
it’s part of the human condition

Poesia: enero 1 del 2002

Here is the English version of this poem:

https://lifeonthebpd.com/2022/01/01/poetry-january-12002/

otro año nuevo lleno con potencial y fe
otro año nuevo lleno posibilidades desconocidas
que me esperara este año?
una pareja nueva, un trabajo nuevo o más tragedias?
ojala que este año esté lleno con más felicidad que tristeza
y no es otro año desperdiciado en frustraciones estancados
no más con el paso del tiempo
sabre si este año será el año donde por fin
tendré el contentamiento que siempre busque

Poetry: Silence

I wrote this in January of 2022.

stop with the distractions

You must sit in silence
to breathe, to feel, to understand, to listen
everything else is just a distraction
from really feeling

Silence reminds us of the humanity
that lies within us and how
we’ll never have all of the answers

Silence reminds us that
our heart still beats
and we are Splendid creations of God

Silence reminds us that
the beauty is in enjoying
this present moment
while learning from the past
and looking forward to the future

Poesia: La Nostalgia de Ti

Here is the English Version of this poem:

https://lifeonthebpd.com/2021/12/18/poetry-without-a-goodbye/

cada cuarto está lleno con la nostalgia de ti
la sala donde miramos películas de Almodóvar
la cocina donde me hacías el cafe
pensé que siempre estarías aquí
peleando conmigo, criando nuestro hijos
nunca pensé que el universo tendría otros planes
y que el cielo necesitaría otro ángel