She is a living record of what can’t be found in history books Diluted sheets can never capture the layers of life that she wears on her face like armor. Each crease, sculpted by the love for her children. No nip and tuck to help erase the bitter winters that pierced through her skin like daggers or … Continue reading »
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Haikus (2/30)
Shattered dreams always drown in pools of potential once full of promise. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Blood lines are all that remain as reminders of life taken too soon. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Nightly visits, he gently nudges on my door begging me to let him in. ~a Haiku poem is a Japanese poem with the first verse with 5 … Continue reading »
Acrostic: AVARIE (1/30)
A lifetime half lived, spent wondering if I am worthy to be blessed with the Valuable gift of your precious life. Almost eleven years in the making because some things just can’t be Rushed, knowing that in this time and in this place you were made for me I will cherish my new title, in gratitude, … Continue reading »
Nostalgia
Tonight I want it to rain blades of nostalgia that pierce through my skin washing away every memory we created~ Purging my body of the toxins that remained after you infused me with your poisonous tongue, the battle scars inflicted during our version of World War II still haven’t healed… You are a nuclear power plant … Continue reading »
Lovers Quest…
I cannot compare myself to those who came before me or to those who come after me… All I can do is leave an imprint of my presence on your subconscious so that even when you’re not thinking about me, you’re thinking about me. I am permanent marker You cannot erase me Did you think … Continue reading »
Ode To Sunshine Pt. II: My Version
Ode to sunshine she is, at least in his eyes… She is– chest crushing heat burning through blinds and curtains still dry air that suffocates with only a smile. She is– warmth that penetrates deep within his soul’s desire. His ray of hope saturated with prayers and dreams without even trying. How could this be when … Continue reading »
La Grifa~
Me llaman la grifa~ niña linda, pelo malo~ because it wouldn’t obey untamable beast told to relax as the lie (lye) concoction burned the kink out of my hair erasing temporarily the part of me that I hated the most. Genetically made up to be wild not to be tamed or managed or straightened or … Continue reading »
Marissa
Mommy you will never call me for that title belongs to someone else, yet you will Always be my first child…for I have been there to see you grow like the flowers of a Royal water lily and its many transformations, petals white as jades full of virginal Innocence releasing aromatic scents of independence that … Continue reading »
(5/30) Food for My Soul
I’m a hungry beast devouring ignorance with each stroke of my pen. Today’s poem is in the form of a haiku. Haiku is a Japanese style of poetry that combines form, content, and language in a meaningful, yet compact form. The first line usually contains five syllables, the second line seven syllables, and the third line … Continue reading »
(3/30) Call to the Spirit
The wind whispers regrets as I bathe in the fragrance of your memory Nurturer, Supporter, Independent Woman Where have you gone? And almost as if an apparition you appear smelling of Benson & Hedges 100’s I can hear you, feel your presence as I stare into your charcoal eyes searching for the answer to the … Continue reading »
