Smile 17 of 30 NaPoMo2014

Smile
The universal language
Smile
Cheese- Take a photo
smile
Your mask so they don't know
What's going on
On the inside
Smile
Strangers no more
Smile
Just be polite
Smile
Everything is coming together
Better than you thought
It ever could
Smile
The world is your oyster.


*Inspired by Rachel an Aussie Hostel-mate in Sevilla :)

Temporary Affair 16 of 30 NaPoMo2014

Inspired to take this pen
To this spiral notebook
And create the kind of relationship
I've never had before
Caressing pages
Giving your all
Having stories on the two of you know.
Until one gets bored
And closes the book
Leaving unfinished stories
Half written poetry
It all becomes a memory.

I'm Done Traveling Alone- 15 of 30 NaPoMo2014

Parisa 14 of 30 NaPoMo2014

Pura Belleza
Actriz de primera clase
Risa contagiosa
Increíble
Sol
Amiga Para Siempre

#Brokestatus 13 of 30 NaPoMo2014

Not enough money
To keep up with this lifestyle
 Budget's not ballin'

Burned 12 of 30 NaPoMo2014

It's time
To pick up the matches
Among the ashes
Left from too many flames
Lit and re-lit
But not getting it quite right
And getting quite upset
About the outcome
Overcome with loneliness
It's no wonder
She set her love life on fire.

Vanished 11 of 30 NaPoMo2014

I really hate it when people cut you off for no reason
Like there is this invisible treason unbeknownst to me
Why you decided to cut me free
And leave without a word.
Yes now this friendship required work
But the worst part of this is
I know you know better
Throwing memories to the shredder
Only leaving pieces of laughter we shared
It doesn't matter that I cared whenever there was a problem
If I could try to solve them and better your world I would.
I just don't understand
How you could just stop communication.
It just comes with this irritation
Because I know it's not my imagination
That we were close
Because we chose to keep contact
When the odds were against us
Crossing paths briefly
Where ever life sent us.
I guess closure is impossible
For a pair I once thought was unstoppable
Even in your silence
I still hope you're doing well.
I just needed to get this out
And stop kidding myself.

Cheat Poems 10 of 30 NaPoMo2014

This feels like cheating
Short poems that do their job
Deep thoughts take courage.

30 for 30 9 of 30 NaPoMo2014

Thirty is too much
I say challenge accepted
Now wait for my muse...

No Lo Sabes Pero- 8 of 30 NaPoMo2014

Te iba llamar
Quería escucharte
Mala idea

Twenty Six 7 of 30 NaPoMo2014

Twenty six
Turning 26
Just turned twenty-six
Entering the next
Quarter of a century
Making new memories
Forgetting the enemies
Twenty Six
Not quite senior prom
But not quite soccer mom
26
No looking back
Permanently on the adult track
Twenty-six
Job interviews
Escrow
401K
HMO
I didn't know
How fast the time would go

Out of Step 6 of 30 NaPoMo2014

I'm not sure I made the right decision
Actually from the beginning
It's like we're on the wrong foot
Trying to make it fit to the beat.
And even though we BOTH KNEW
We were out of step.
It just felt nice to listen to the music
Even though we BOTH knew we were not on beat
You beat me to it
And your phone call telling me you wanted to sing a different song
With me doing the oohs and ahhs
Instead of the lead duet.
Which lead to my anger
For once again letting a stranger
Strum on my heartstrings
But not finish a verse.
And worse...
I knew you were right.
Because we BOTH knew we were off beat.
And instead of beating around the bush
That phone call
Let me push you away far too easy
Maybe we could have met in the middle
When you tried again
I ran away from the repeat sign in the score
Those two dots bring you back to the beginning
But i guess I also ignored the breath mark
And the fact that most times there are second endings

Someday 5 of 30 NaPoMo2014

So many babies
She's yearning for motherhood
One can only hope

Working Holiday 4 of 30 NaPoMo2014

Money made easy
Travel at yourfingertips
It's not a bad life.

Silence 3 of 30 NaPoMo2014

S is for Sorry I didn't mean to say that-- Please don't be mad.
I is for Inner peace
L is for Lonley nights
E is for Envious stares
N is of Nighttime sky
C- Crying on the inside
E- is for Every time I wait for an important answer...

This House Was Built on Words- 2 of 30 NaPoMo2014

This house was built on words
This is a house not a home
For the girl who is listening to music with the volume all the way
     So she doesn't hear her parents arguing.
For the boy who hides
     As soon as he hears the liquor cabinet creak open .
For the wife who makes dinner for two in vain
     Because her husband will have a late night at work for the third time this week.
For the baby who is wailing
     Because their diaper hasn't been changed in God knows how long.
This house was built on words
Angry, Empty, Envy, Enemy
This is a house not a home.
Cheater, drunk, bastard, bitch
Which leaves little room for love and laughter
After all the lies and cries
This house was built on words .
Scream, scold, scowl
Basement of HATE
Attic of LIES
Bedrooms of ABUSE
Living rooms with no LIFE
This is a house not a home.
For the girl who doesn't want a serious relationship
     Because she doesn't want to end up like her parents.
For the boy who has a court date pending
     For his third DUI
For the wife who knows the rumors
     But doesn't want to be alone.
For the baby who sees their social worker
     More often than she should have to.
This house was built on words.
Time to find a new dictionary.

NonSense 1 of 30 NaPoMo2014

I love writing
Even when more than half of my sentences
Swirling in my cerebrum don't make sense
But it's okay because I don't make cents
To make sense of the syntax in my synapse
But I guess we all don't make sense from time to time.
Is it even possible to make sense 100% of the time?
When there are people out there who say they can make 2+2= 5?
No crimes come from my rhymes
I'm getting out ideas on that daily grind.
Don't mind my mind and what comes out.
If I can't pout or shout.
I love writing
Let me not make sense.

An Ode to April

April
Abril
4th month
1, 2, 3, 4
For Spring
Floreciendo
Fourth month
Filled with poetry
A poet, me?
April
Birth month
Birthstone
Diamond
Shine bright like an Aries
Desert Rose
Born in April

Es Cara La Ilusión

Veo tu cara en todas partes
Descansando en Plaza España
Saliendo del metro
Comprando vino en AhorraMas
Veo tu cara en todas partes
Esa cara de cobarde
Que no pudo darme la cara
Veo tu cara en la luna
Cuando me asomo a la ventana
Para inhalar la aroma de nuestro pasado
Ya sabía que jamás me ibas a querer
Y no quería admitir
Que yo tampoco lo tenía tan claro
Esos pajaritos en el aire que te iba a pintar
Por eso no hay poema
De los momentos felices que vivímos
Porque ya tenía fecha de caducidad
Y no tenía porque meter más ilusión
En una relación
Destinada para meterla con la basura.

Quiero

Quiero escribir frases hermosas
Páginas llenas de mariposas
Y las cosas dulces de la vida

Quiero sacar las sonrisas
Para no dejar triunfar las lágrimas
Y olvidar las penas de ayer.

Quiero que mi cuaderno evolucione
De su sombrío existencia
Y que sea el sol de mañana

Quiero dejar de ser la niña triste
Quiero aprovecharlo todo
Y quiero que esta vez sea de verdad

¿Qué es un haiku?

Cinco silabas
Siete silabas luego
Cinco Silabas

Un corazón

Un corazón ilusionado
Siempre queda arruniado
El tiempo siempre está contado
Con el universo contra su lado
Es como si este corazón
No merece ser amado
Termina amargado
El juego ya se ha jugado
Y ahi se queda el corazón abandonado.

Ya me cansé

Ya me cansé
De escribir cosas tristes,
Contar historias
De ilusiones robadas
En vez de cuentos de hadas

Ya me cansé
Que este bolígrafo
No graba cosas bonitas
Solo inspira ideas cansinas
En vez de algo que anima

Ya me cansé
De los decepciones
De los distracciones
De los desacuerdos
En vez de crecer me deshago

Ya me cansé
Me voy a dormir.

¿Qué cuento?

Me encuentro contigo
En el cuaderno otra vez,
Que ya juré que nunca más lo volviera hacer.
Pero...
Pero al nacer lo que siento
El viento me lleva a recoger el lapíz
Y escribir en hojas
En vez de volverme loca
Rompiendo la cabeza contra la pared.
Esta historia no tuvo un comienzo,
Ni tendrá fin.
Pero en fin aquí estamos.
Semi-lectores/ Medio-escritores del relato.
Atrapados en un atasco de sentimientos,
No sé si miento
Cuando te digo que no me importa
Nuestro estado: Nada.
Menos mal que sé nadar
Y me quedo, de momento, sin ahogarme,
Y sin hogar para mi corazón.
Que ya sabes que es un poco tonta,
La misma prueba pendiente.
Y esto no depende de ti.
Sino de mis inseguridades
Y cómo está la situación...
Me quedo con el cuento no contado
Y el cuaderno lleno de poemas
De lo que no pudo ser.

Minor Setback

I'm restraining myself from complaining
As I'm painting butterflies over thunderstorms
Normal people wouldn't have to do this.
More than half of them would be thrilled to just sit back and enjoy the ride.
And not have to hide behind weak smiles and facebook photos.
How funny is it that just like a rollercoaster,
As soon as you find the top of your utopia
You are ripped away
Wind pushing you back
Until you're back to the bottom
Knocked on your bottom
Working your way up to the top of your joy?
I know without the drops you are just plateauing,
But what if you plateau on perfect?
Without change there is no progress
But damn, if the process of progress can happen without having to regress
This mess of a life would be so much simpler.
I know I've sung these blues before,
I need to take this frustration
And use a bit of imagination that will help me inch back up again.
A setback is a setup for a comeback
And I'm ready to come back to a place where I can call myself Cathy.
I mean happy.
Happy to be in my own skin.
Heart not hurting for
*What hurts the most*
The things it wants but can't have
But it still hurts though,
Trying to put this selective vision away from what's missing
And onto what I might be missing in front of me.
Forgive me for dwelling on this not so compelling rant
But I think spelling it out to the world
Will help me get up from being down
Because when you're down
You only just seem to go deeper
Along the steep path
Losing sleep
As negative vibes creep their way into your pillow
With each weep.

Forget It

To the boys at the bar yesterday who I wish to forget:

Forget how I don't really enjoy bars anymore where weaving to meet your friend becomes a Nick Arcade challenge, but you do it anyway to meet the people you call friends.

Forget how seeing me made you feel so repulsed and wide eyed that you decided it was okay to "sneak" pictures of me with your phone and pass it around to your group of assholes to check out the beast on the other side of the tsunami of people.

Forget how you kept looking back and bursting into laughter causing the domino effect with your friends... over and over again.

Forget how all of this paralyzed me into not being able to stand... stand up for myself and call you out on your bullshit. Paralyzed not being able to explain without being embarrassed to my company why I wanted to leave so early.

Forget how I cried all the way home. Just floating on a river full of tears, and my legs just moving along with the current.

Forget how I'm supposed to brush this off and know I'm better than the picture you're painting of me. How I"m supposed to be strong.

Forget how I'm not supposed to hate this town.

Thanks for making this a night to remember. A shitty night to remember.

Electronics Bad Luck (Haiku)

Technological
Broken apparatuses
Tech not logical

Lights, Camera, Education

When I was little
I wanted to be in the spotlight.
With an audience eager to see my performance
Leaving with their time well invested in this.
Broadway Bound Hollywood Broad.
These days my stage is a classroom
There is no need for microphones
And the lights go up as the bell rings.
My audience,
Groups of children with eager eyes
(Most of the time)
Ready to see how silly I can get when i tell them
The color is not Perrple
It's purple
On Tuez-day, Tuesday
After conducting their "I'm fine thank you, and ju" orchestra.
That comes out like clockwork in unison.
But why I participate in teaching what a participle is
Is the moment when a student steps up and says,
"I AM ten years old."
After years of incorrect repetition
The cognition of the order of the words
Reaches the right condition
Putting the verb in the right place
Acing exams
And little by little they're speaking English.
To distinguish themselves in a broken economy
Where the monopoly of funds
Takes the fun out of the future
Making poverty a fixture
In the mixture of people and places
Facing that harsh world
All i can do is arm my students
With words and verbs
For them to be heard among the herd
And fly as birds as far as they can go.
I may not have a star on the walk of fame
But I put stars on papers
for students who aim
To come out on top of the game.
Time for the curtain call
Bow to furthering knowledge.

Bilingual (Haiku)

Yo hablo Spanglish

Porque English and Spanish

Son Very Awesome.

Sola

Semi enamorada
Abandonada
Soledad sola
Soledad acompañada
Acompañar soledad
Sol La Ti Do
Dormir Sola
Latido en singular
Sin Lugar
Sola
Dos silabas
Una persona
Sola.

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http://www.facebook.com/YahoraUnPoemaOficial

Reciclaje

¿Por qué somos tan tontas?
Para tropezar sobre los mismos agujeros en el camino
sabiendo que nos va a lastimar
Pero no alcanzamos rechazar
La oportunidad de volver a ese mismo lugar.
Hay que tragar el orgullo
Ir con lo suyo
E ir a dejar la basura.

Family Untied

8 eight brothers and Sisters
4 brothers
20 something cousins
Cousins I can count on one hand
Older end on one side
Slide down to bottom of the other
Oh brother...
Daddy won't talk to this uncle
And uncle won't talk to me over what Daddy did
wait which family are we talking about now?
How did it end up this way.
Family is supposed to be everything
Now everything is messed up
Things up in the air
Unfair treatment
Judgement
It doesn't make sense
And of course we're all human
But man this is family
Family is supposed to everything
Now everything is messed up

Days of Our Lives

Last days to play
The way we want to...
Together
Before the memories wash up
On shores of tomorrow
Landing on the sand
Passing through the hourglass
Where we realize
Days of Our Lives isn't just a soap.

(Non) Surprise Ending

I don't want to take out this notebook
I don't want to bring out this pen
I don't want it to hit the paper
Because then it means that
These feeling are palpable
That this sadness is real
That I can't hang onto the hope
That this is reasonable
And things can go back to the way they were.
But these weeks of silence
Have blurred together
Tethering my nerves
Taking over all my swerving swirling thoughts.
I don't want to write these words
Because it hurts
Because I have too many poems like this
And I wish I didn't have a laundry list
Of ghost stories to haunt me
Taunting ideas
Watching flaunting couples pass by
And as I get older
It gets harder to start
And even harder to fall apart at the seams
When things seemed to be fine
But I'm just a fool
For thinking I could have a happy ending
When life has been sending the message
That it's table for one
For quite some time now
I don't know how to protect myself
From the wealth of emotions that come from my soul
Dumbing down
Breaking down
Drowning in fond memories
And what could have been
I could have been happy
Instead of scribbling rhyming syllables
On paper dribbled with tears
Full of fear
That this movie has been on repeat
But I guess in my head
I like to play pretend
And believe I don't know the end of the story.