Personal, Poetry

caótica

as of lately casi siempre me siento un poco más lento i’ve made decisions q no puedo cambiar no puedo olvidar decisions without revisions i didnt think de q sucedería mientras hacía esas cosas i just acted yo seguí mis emociones sin pensar de los resultados and now espero que yo podía hablar decir que… Continue reading caótica

Poetry

Young

There was a young girl, And that's what she was: Young. Only that idea didn't feel right, Like a pair of pants, Too loose over here, Too tight over there, No, she wouldn't say she was Young, But she was. Her outlook of future, Always oscillated, Hopeful this day, Pessimistic the next, Except the hope… Continue reading Young

Uncategorized, Personal, Poetry

Dar Cuenta

Yo arruiné mi presente por pensar que mi pasada va a repetir. Yo vi algunas señales q asocio con el dolor, y hui. Yo no quise quedar y arriesgarme a recibir El tipo de dolor q he sentido muchas veces antes de él. Pero todavía me siento tan mal, llorar como si fuera alguna mujer… Continue reading Dar Cuenta

Creative Writing, Poetry

rancheras y la tierra

//written December 1 2014 Mamá me diga que cuándo tengo 18 años, en un año She will sign over the land to me. “Mi hija” she says, “estás fuerte y intelligente” I giggle. Nobody is stronger than Mamá. “Te amo” I say.   Seis mesas hasta que cumplen 18 años, I am nervous to own… Continue reading rancheras y la tierra

Creative Writing, Poetry

Ocean View

//circa March 2015   There was a view of the Ocean from the Third story workroom.   Candice and Jerome Weren’t allowed up there By request of their father. They respected him enough To oblige the simple request,   But their minds Could not help from wondering; As children do.   Their father was Kind,… Continue reading Ocean View

Creative Writing, Personal, Poetry

The Smell of Citrus (oxytocin sucks)

The smell of citrus A distracted mind, Thoughts of warmth, Fears of excess, A real illusion, Easily stripped away.   The smell of citrus, On her hands, In her hair, Washed away the scent Of other, Innocently accumulated, Yet cursed with assumptions, Longing, hushed glances, Radio silence.   The smell of citrus She wished he… Continue reading The Smell of Citrus (oxytocin sucks)