Whispers

She sits and swallows
the explosion of emotions
waiting to escape.
She foolishly finds herself
thinking of the most intimate moments
that they shared and
made them close.

The soft whispers of love and
appreciation that she
still hears in her dreams.
He haunts the world inside of her
that he knows still belongs to him.
The glass box has been broken
yet pieces still linger in hopes of
finding the remains and
fix what is broken.

Whispers of kisses and hugs
follow her as she walks down the street.
Whispers of long hours in bed remain in her sheets.
Whispers of promises for the future and
images of a life built together remain in her notes.
She whispers to herself that it won't be
but the whispers of his insistence won't let them be.

Perplexed I am

Am I the only one who felt so real about the love
we felt inside and communicated to each other
verbally and physically?
Am I the only one who felt
the heart wrenching pain when the relationship
we had was declared to be over?
Am I the only love fool who has fooled herself that
the possibility of you and me has lived on for
X amount of time?

How is it that if both you and I have felt so much
deep inside that I'm the only one
saying how badly I feel when you're not around
which is constantly because you decided for the
both of us that we're best without each other?

Why is it that every time I see a person
with your features or characteristics I hope it's you?
Or that every time I am on the train that takes me
down your route I hope that it is you walking by me?
And why is it that every time I talk about you I say
all sorts of negative things when deep down
it is you I feel I deserve?

So lastly, why is it that when I think of you and me
being once again...I have doubts?

LongLiveLove

P.S. Why can't I shed anymore tears for you even thought my heart aches to do so?

Hello

She no longer expresses externally what burns inside.
Lapses of internal pain that awaits to burst
carries her chest with burden and ache.
Like clockwork, the sadness settles and she says it can't be explained
when in reality, she knows exactly why and refuses to admit it aloud.

She longs for a lover but not just anyone.
She longs for the lover that promised her all that she deserves.
Dreams and expectations still hang above her awaiting a reality.
She breathes deep and expects that pain to leave with her breathe but
to no avail.
She drinks to soothe her thoughts and calm her nerves.
She sleeps to dream....

Train belligerence

I'll tell you why this one feels like my real first. Never had I met a man who's soul matched mine. A man who instantly swept me off my feet and love just sprang in. The others...it wasn't love but infatuation. This was the first man who I barely knew but made me love and trust him with just a smile and a hug and a kiss and his revealing himself to me. Insecurities and worries plagued me out of experience but soon I found out that this is like nothing I've ever experienced. And I really didn't see an end in sight...ever..we had already established that the rest of our lives will be spent together. Diamond bracelets, thousands of shoes and a home in every time zone. But now times are hard and you got weak. Now there's no time for you and me.

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Never have
I ever been with a man who's caresses made me feel that his touch was not something obligatory but something that I deserved and should have been there before I knew that love is pain. You were the one that everyone- including Belle and Cinderella- told me about. The one I loved now and later. Come on in...every thing's ready for you.

They call him Common Sense for a reason...

Time revolve
we fell in love as crazy as Nas and them
broads were textin
cuz I stop calling them
I met the parents
watch the game with her father and
questions of marriage
and I start dodging them
what happen to me
happens to lots of men
get deep in love
and then your needing some oxygen
as far as wives I was thinking like Solomon
she said "there you go, breakin my heart again!"

-Common

Breaking my heart 08/03

Fear and panic of losing the one person of the opposite sex who makes me feel whole, beautiful, and worthy. This dependency has never existed in me before and fear settles. Irresistible love. Unloathing, unintentional caresses from a man who is undeniably the uninsured uncensored love I'd been waiting for a long time. Unidentifiable flawlessness that only I can but welcome with an open heart.

The unclassified love that is being created one step at a time. The unselfish love this is professed along with the unsettling patience that must be had. The unbelievable way that you are and I miss you and I love you and you...you...you...

Shelter me, you love me, you caress me, you protect me, you stand by me, you...you..you..you...it's always been you that my heart has waited to profess its love to, it's waited, waited, waited so badly. Cobwebs and brick walls intended to protect this tender organ have been destroyed in a matter of days; effortlessly by a man who I barely even knew. You awoke me inside and took my breath away now please don't let this die.

This beautiful philosophy we've created called...us.

Growing woman

Sometimes the woman in me
does not realize just how womanly
I am nor the capacity
of who I am.
Who I am and what I can be.
Be Be Be
is all I want to be.

Sometimes I am afraid that I do not realize
my capacity of just how womanly I can be
and how quickly I can cause some ruckus.
I many times have tried to make a man's soul
be the soul that reflected my soul
and then I realized that they don't give a fuck about
me.

Sometimes I am afraid that I do not realize
the extraordinary woman that I have grown to be
and the life that I will lead that will get me
to places higher than I ever expected.
I forget that I can say some real shit sometimes
with the power of my paper and pen
and then I realize I have nothing to repent.

Sometimes I am afraid that I do not realize
that the world does not revolve around me.
I am struggling day by day trying to make
mom and pop be as proud as they can be to have
made such a butterfly that stings like a bee.
A bee with a sense of direction that clearly
knows which flower to prickle and which
comb will produce the most honey that will eventually
trickle.

Sometimes Sometimes Sometimes
I I I
do not realize how much love I've found.
Sometimes Sometimes Sometimes
I I I
am so selfish.
Sometimes Sometimes Sometimes
I I I
want to give my heart and soul to the world.
The world consisting of those who have
pieces of my heart beating in their hands
slowly watching as I grow into a woman.
Slowly growing with me as we grow together
to be the full entity of our generation.
To say some real shit sometimes and sometimes
want to cry but not let it deter us of our road.

Una mujer

No one will ever understand the pain she with stands.
The blows her body takes and the pain that runs through her.
It is physical and emotional,
it makes her tackle on the person she once thought she was.
She was born to struggle but no one ever imagined this much.
I speak not of the pain aches of heart break that is bestowed upon us all, man or woman.
I speak of the physical pains that women endure that then lead others to look at her funny.
Her period, breast cancer, lupus, sexism, limitations.
It affects us all.

We as women are so much stronger than we give ourselves credit for.
Willingly we make the decision to shove a being out of the vagina men love to play in.
We have the bodies men faun over, wrecking havoc in our hearts.
We as women will tend to your needs not to cater to you but
because it sometimes is the right thing to do. To love another.

Do not think that I need you to hold my hand
or put your arm around me to reassure me of my beauty or our relationship.
These things are additional.
I know who I am and how much respect I deserve.
I’ve been ’hey mami’d’ before and ’ayo boo’d’ too.
Let him know that I’ve done seen it all and been through it all.
I gave up my body because I was anxious to be grown
and feel something so so real.
Part time lovers and part time friends,
never fully committed, never fully happy.
Almost lovers.
All lovers of something so much more trivial than me.

I am woman hear me roar.
I roar not just for me but for my mother who sleeps in the room next to mine
with pains on her feet of years of standing, tending, serving
and who’s mother’s sleeps in the building next to ours who’s feet also ache for the same reasons.
I roar for my nieces who have only just begun to love their dresses and skirts
and fight boys on playgrounds.
I roar for his sister who hurts because the anatomy of a woman was too good to be true.
I roar for the 15 year old princess, unaware of her potential.
I roar for you and me and she and maybe even him.
I hope you are roaring with me.

Trash

Speak ever so softly
as to not disturb my heart.
My aching heart trembles
at the sound of your voice.
I wish I didn't get so weak
oh baby just to hear you speak.

Certain places, smells, sights, sounds
remind me of you.
With every pit patter of my heart
I slowly feel it collecting dust.
Slowly giving up hope, losing its religion.


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Sweet caresses that left their mark
imprints on the skin and soul
make me wish you were never present.
The aches of a body once loved,
pangs that inconveniently remind me
of the everlasting happiness that was in the past.

Slow like honey

I am raw with emotions
and need not to bother with discretion.
Sometimes I ache and
sometimes I remember not what has happened.
I forget and walk along this path,
with only the problems of the future on my shoulders.

I don't think of the pain that was,
or the future that could have been.
I forget that I had to let you go
since you took the first bold move first.
I forget that was we sit here talking,
we will never be friends the way we were friends.

You no longer want me as you wanted me,
while I sit here wanting you just the same as before.
I am suddenly reminded of that
and it burns like a strong whiskey that settles in the throat.
I want to fix all of your problems
but you will not let me.
I want to kiss all the bruises done by words
but the window of opportunity has come and gone.

But maybe some faith would do me good.

"..Though dreams may be deceiving
like faces are to hearts...:-Fiona Apple

Solo existe...hoy?!?!

As many of us may know (i don't know who us is cuz nobody reads this lol), I have a tattoo that says, 'Only today exists' pero en espanol. Bueno, me puse a pensar and honestly, I don't live my life as if only today exists. I go to dreadful classes today so that hopefully in the future I can benefit from them and I work even though i don't want to sometimes because I need the money for the future whether near or far. I want to love someone but I can't because this isn't a one way street and it's not only about what I want.

So I guess we can't really live only for today if we're broke college students with broken hearts. Or just compromised in situations we'd rather not be.

Damn the bourgeois.

"I watched you suffer a dull aching pain
Now you decided to show me the same
No sweeping exits or offstage lines
Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind"
- Rolling Stones

12/03

I always find myself writing during the cultural studies lecture...

The Battles were short and often. The war lasted forever. Our victory dance was brief and then it all went to shit and all we had to show for it were battle scars. Deep scars. We tried so hard for so long to ignore the feelings that persisted and resurged every so often and when we finally stopped lying to ourselves, the war had just begun. The next step was making you realize and fulling understanding how completely devoted I was to you and how much you needed. I proved it after long months and we lived blissfully for not even a quarter of the time we had spent fighting and resenting. I want you back as my best friend, and as my lover who...well was brand new. But that didn't matter to me, we were so much more than that. I don't know why, but I'm not bitter or mad. I am just lonely. I still want to cater to you and make sure that you know that someone loves you because I don't think you ever felt that. I deadass don't know why.

Cuz no one loves you more than me,
and no one ever will.

- Ms. Hill

Sometimes I do think that this was for the best. I'm seeing old friends, made some new ones and I'm feeling brand new but...only sometimes. I'm fully aware of the fact that I deserve someone who's willing to be there with me through thick and thin and who appreciates me for all that I am. And I agree, 100%, the only problem is that I thought that that person was you and I had already found him so now it's like...who do I trust?

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In the same class, a poem.

"No hard feelings."

I bid you farewell,
and I wish you luck.
You are not who I thought you were but,
I think it's just because
I am a know it all.
You let us go in an instance
and I persisted to hold on.
I figured, 'he's being irrational,
I need to make him realize.'
But I don't know if you want
to realize anymore.
I don't know who you are.

11/28

I wrote this jumpoff on the train. It ain't good or nuffin' :-P

'Weak'

"And I existed for you."
"Deadass though," if you only knew
how much truth there were behind
those lines, I wouldn't be surprised if
you smile and said "Aight, good lookin'."

School, work and then you.
I gave up on one and all friends
for you.
I'd squeeze them into my schedule
as I did shit like walk to the train
so that I could see you every
one or two hours that I had free for you.

You; who was there everyday via
IM, phone call, myspace, whatever I could find.
I existed for you,
I was for you,
and I'd probably be here for you if you called.
And I'm not ashamed, which is sad.

Now, there's time for them because
you don't want to see me.
I chew on the last piece of gum that
you bought me one month ago
and I cry inside.
I don't let them see me weep because then
I'd be a weak ass bitch for you.

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Ok a different one.

"Trains go by"

I get on the train and
take the same route I'd take
to go see you.
Every train that passes to go downtown,
I'd hope to catch a glimpse of your face.
The train I get on going uptown,
I hope to see you on it.
A bouquet in hands, ready tosay
"I'm sorry, I love you."
However, those words will never be uttered
from those bitter lips that belonged to me
for only an instance.
And what an instance it was;
almost a lifetime.

Today

Everyday it gets easier
and harder at the same
fucking time!

You cry and then
you realize that it could be worse.

When it hurts so bad

Roughly 24 hours ago I had some sort of epiphany and throughout the rest of the day I kept stumbling across realizations and was repeatedly reminded by loved ones my worth and the values of a relationship. You should be there through the good and the bad. You want "people who are there for you no matter what...no matter what"...but when it boils down to it you left me high and dry. So I've decided to let it go. My original plan was to not give up on what we had built in the past 4 years but it appears that you've let it go so why shouldn't I?

And I get it, you said we can still "talk" okay...not even be friends but you know what, I'll take it because in me I have a heart full of love for you and complete and full adoration and I could never say no to you, my love. It will take time to drain it out and possibly leave you a corner solely for friendship but you gotta do what you gotta do. I miss you, I do. You were my everyday friend, sometimes lover and inconsistent boyfriend. I was hoping that by now you would realize the mistake you enacted but maybe you need more time or maybe this is just the way it's going to be.

I secretly hope that you come back to me and we can return to the way things were but I suppose I understand if you don't. I just know I'd be there with you had this been the other way around and I know I'm not the only one who feels this way. When you love and care for someone, you hold on for as long as you can until there's no other resolution. I thought that the way to resolve our problem would be to just be with you in an open relationship because I can't give you what you so badly desire but I realized that wouldn't work. I'd be sitting here wondering if she was better than me and if she'd steal you from me quicker than I was able to get you. Maybe this was a sign and maybe it is for the best. Who knows.

Either way, I know we need time apart.


"Gave up my power
and I existed for you."

Oh lover

I keep telling myself that this is only temporary. That like all other things we will overcome this and you will come to your senses. We will somehow work things out and you and I will be together again. But...I need to stop lying to myself, no? You said that this is a sign that we weren't gonna last much longer...NO!

This didn't have to turn out this way. All I ever really wanted to do was cater to you as pathetic and anti-feminist as that may sound. I wanted to be the one you'd run to for help, the one you'd call on for love. And I was that person. For such a short amount of time...longer as a friend than as a woman. You were the only person I spoke to everyday, all day. Now...it's lonely.

Why can't you see what I see? Why can't you see the ridiculous effort I'm putting in to try and make you realize?

Why don't you want me the way I want you? Not just sexually but as a fucking...rational feeling human being?

'Gave up my power
and I existed for you.'

So as I sit here and listen to Lauryn, Fiona, and Rachel, I realize that I'm being absolutely absurd. I'm not the only one who's been through this, I'm not the only one feeling this way and surely I will not be the one to let it ruin me. Hopefully this aura of confidence lasts for a while and I don't think of him.

An ode to my lover

I write you this letter and will never send it. Oh how I have posts from other blogs written in hopes that you'd see them but this one...I'd rather you don't...because I know you won't.

I say 'thank you' you say 'good lookin'. I say 'baby' you say 'ma'. We worked, we functioned and we showed each other our love and affection in the only abstract way we knew how. Abstract to the outsides but to you and me, it worked. An inconvenient truth threw us off guard and melted our ice caps. Into a sea we never expected to be floating about in, confused, lost. To you, it is a sign that we're not meant to be, to me it's a test of strength. I'm hanging on long after you've let go and I don't even know if it will be worth it in the end. You don't seem to be struggling with your conscious about me but then again you've always been good at hiding your emotions, so much so that for a while it seemed like you didn't have any.

When I tell people about our "break-up" and the way I feel they say, "But...him? What's the big deal? Why him?" But...why not him? Him who has known me for the past forever, him who has come to me for help since...always. Nobody gets it either and when I try to explain it all, I just find myself stumbling over my words, stuttering "I don't know." Truthfully sometimes I ask myself how'd I fall so miserably in love with my best friend and not even notice it? I gradually found myself fighting for you with all that I had and even now I refuse to let go.

I shouldn't have waited to tell you my deepest secret. I should have told you the second I found out. Maybe it could've saved us. Maybe you wouldn't have left me to hang with a gun and bullet in hand. Shoulda, woulda, coulda.

Why don't I just let it go?

How wonderful life is...

...now you're in the world.

Things can happen so quickly. Go from bad to good and from good to sour. Most of the time, things seem to take a turn for the worst.

"Fall seven times, stand up 8." Thanks titi.

08/13/07

Nothing makes any sense.
Nothing makes any sense.
Nothing makes any sense.
My tthroat seems to get smaller and my heart races fast because my breaths are shorter. I break out into a cold sweat for a mere few seconds but in those few seconds I feel as if my world is collapsing. I want to cryand change but I don't because I can't. I wonder if this happens to everyone and they just don't say it. Or if I'm one of the unlucky few who get it because depression runs in my family according to my depressed sister who heard it from her psychiatrist.

Magic 07-26-07

While overhearing an arguement between two brothers, my cousins, about who's more fake Chriss Angel or David Blaine, my thoughts immediately ran to the conclusion that we are some confused sad folks. How sad is it nowadays that the possibility of magic is well...not even a real possibility. "It's harder to believe than to see" (Circa Survive). So basically we don't believe in magic or anything that could remotely resemble it. angel and Blaine are illusionits of at least that's what they have to call themselves in order for people not to think they are absolutely out of their minds.
So while we don't believe in magic that we see right before our eyes, we are able to become engulfed in science fiction with tales of a world unknown such as the infamous Harry Potter. Reading and walking has become the latest trend since Mr. Potter first made his debut and what is the book about? Magic. Magic magic magic.