Never Say Never

   National Poetry Writing Month, Wednesday April, 30th, 2014.

I want to thank my muse, he knows who he is, he has been a great and powerful source of inspiration, Mr. N., I am forever thankful for allowing me to get to know you.


Never Say Never


Never  give up,
never surrender,
never quit,
never go,
never say never.

Never let yourself go,
never forget who you were,
never forget who you are,
never forget who you will be,
never say never.

Never trust liars,
never give yourself to them,
never quit on yourself,
never let others persuade you,
never say never.


Never forget where you came from,
never forget your roots,
never forget who helped you,
never put down others below you,
never forget to be humble,
never say never.


Never let others hurt you,
never give up your power,
never follow, always lead,
never let others destroy you,
never say never.

Never forget about your needs,
never abandon yourself,
never let others belittle you,
never forget to respect yourself,
never say never.


Never tell others your secrets,
never tell others your troubles,
never tell others your flaws,
never tell others your wishes,
never say never.
 

Never give others your talent,
never let them in,
never conform,
never reform,
never comply,
never follow,
never say never.


Never let them see you're coming,
never disgrace yourself,
never let them control you,
never show your weakness,
never let them know how strong you are,
never let them know you are a threat to them,
never say never.


Never forget your darkest hour,
never forget your lowest points,
never forget who was there with you,
never forget who rejected you,
never forget who never cared for you,
never forget who really mattered for you,
never say never, again.

 

I'm at the End

National Poetry Writing Month- Tuesday April, 29th. 2014.

I'm at the End

I'm at the end of my rope
there is no more room left in this race
I challenge myself above all
yet, I can't manage to win again.

Pieces of me have been broken,
never ending this pain is
I am broken inside
there is no hope for me for now.

What am I doing?
I often ask myself
I never can sleep
I can never rest free.

I'm the shadow of what I once was
I used to be so peachy
I used to be so sweet
I used to be a lot of things
and now look at me.
       

 

To be happy

  National Poetry Writing Month, Monday, April, 28, 2014

        To Be Happy

Come to this new venture
join this new light
tread heavily on this path
feel this moment one more time.

You have endured
You have survived
You have lost
You have gained
You are whole again.

Cross the threshold
dare to intrude
welcome the unexpected
rejoice in everything
feed your solitude.

Happiness is what you make of it
it is momentary
it comes and goes
only you can cherish it.

 

 

Pussy Hater

National Poetry Writing Month- Sunday!

Pussy Hater

He says he doesn’t like all types of pussies.

He only likes cleaned and virgin like pussies.

But his dick is twisted, wicked and patchy,

he clearly doesn't know what is hygiene.

He says he only like them pretty pussies.

But his dick is dirty, hairy and molesting.

He says he won’t go down on just any pussy.

But he wants you to go down on him

all the mother fucking time.

 

He wants you to deep throat him all the time,

he wants to choke you all the time.

And you let him,

and you take it.

Cause you think you won’t find a man

who is worthy.


His dick has a stench

like sweat, shit and pee

and you stick your tongue to it

Who is worse?

You or him?

Is it you cause you take it?
or him cause he knows you can take it?


...and you go to him,
and you fuck him,
and you go to him,
and you fuck him.

Did you ever cum?
Did he ever made you cum?
No, I don't think so.
 
 
Coming back to me,
come crying back to me,
cause you know I make you scream,
cause you know I make you feel.
 
Coming back to me,
then you go back to him.
Coming back for more?
No, I don't think so.
 
Who's the pussy hater?
You or him?
 
You cause you won't respect all your needs
or him cause he knows he can get away with it?

You are as much to blame
as he is
you know that I am right
in this matter here.
So, save your pity lies
for someone who cares
cause I'm not going down on you anyway.



  

 

 

In the Mouth of his Madness

National Poetry Writing Month- Namco- Saturday April, 26, 2014.

In the mouth of his madness

 I enter into his solitude,

his dark underworld palace.

The walls tainted with fire,

everything screams desire.

 

He whispers into me: “Lie down, relax and close your eyes”.

I breathe inn his deep kiss,

I surrender to him

I lie down…

 

I lie down,

I receive,

I lie down,

to receive his kiss.

I lie down,

in his mouth.

I lie down,

in his lips

I lie down…

His lips singing,

his tongue dancing,

his mouth inside of me.

Every night when

I cross the threshold:

He lies me down,

he unwraps me.

I am his precious gift

I am his desire

He speaks in tongues to me

this is our secret language,

That is all we know

For now…

 

 

 

 

Sloppy Seconds

National Writing Poetry Month- For Friday April 25,  2014

Sloppy Seconds

 

He licks his little paws,

He’s like a fly too,

He’s ready to lie and lie and lie some more.

His voice tone has changed

Lower and lower and lower again.

 

What a denigrator.

What a desecrator.

What a farce.

He’s been praised by fools,

far too many times

 

It’s a shame to be praised by fools!

Yet, he doesn’t even know it.

It’s a shame to be praised by fools!

And he loves it.

 

Such a liar he is,

and a buffoon at best.

What a joke he is,

and he doesn’t even know it yet.

He is oblivious to his true nature.

 

Changes

National Poetry Writing Month- one poem per day for the month of April.

Changes

I am ugly - I am beautiful

I am worthless - I have worth

I am sick - I will heal

I hate myself - I will learn to love myself

I am weak - I am strong, or I wouldn’t be here today

I am moody - I have profound emotional depth

I am lost - I will find myself

I am scared - I have courage

I am crazy - It is normal to struggle

I am in pain - It’s okay to hurt

I am tired - I will not give up

I’m not good enough - I am better than “good enough”

I can’t change - I can change

 

Fuego, El Poder del Fuego

Wednesday Poem for National Poetry Writing Month- April, 23,2014.


El Poder del Fuego

¿Cuál fuego?

¿Cuáles sueños?

¿En que creemos?

Diosas somos,

con miles de razones para no perder.

Mientras que nuestra vida

se hace más justa ante nosotras.

 ∞∞∞∞∞∞******∞∞∞∞∞∞∞

¿Respiramos una de la otra?

Testifiquemos todo lo que es

necesario y real,

que nos lleve a la razón verdadera.

♀♀♀♀♀♀♀♀♀♀♀♀♀

No veo ninguna razón

por la cual podamos fallar.

Solo hemos de ver esta vida

un poco más adelantada.

 

¿Respirando, una de la otra?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Secret

 Tuesday poem for national poetry writing month- April



 

The Secret

There's a disturbing truth
behind the lies that you have spread,
you've always had that magical touch
to turn every desire into fire.


How long has it been
my good old enemy?
Have you come to avenge me?
There is no need
I am now complete.


You can scream all you want
no one will hear,
you can scream at me
and I am oblivious to what you feel.

Did you think you could get too far?
How close did you think you could get to me?
I know what lies beneath your skin
the secret that I will always keep.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Renegade

National Poetry Month Monday Poem, enjoy.

       

Renegade

Are you ready to die?
Are you fine with giving up?
Are you ready to surrender?
Are you ready for the end?

This is the time,
this is the moment,
this is where you open your eyes;
this is when you realize that you've been lost.

There will be no judgment,
there will be no confessions,
there will be no absolution;
because there were never any sins.

Who are you?
A man?
A woman?
Nothing, you are nothing;
you will always be nothing.

In the end there will only be:
darkness, chaos and shrieks.
You will be in the epicenter,
you will be the origin
of everything and nothing.

 

Dos Caras

 Sunday poem for National Poetry Writing Month    

Dos Caras

Crees saberlo todo,

crees que he de seguirte.

Nadie quiere nada contigo,

Eres el estiércol del mundo,

la mugre entre mis unas

y sabes que debes irte.

 

La soledad te ha roto,

en pedazos has quedado.

Vives en una disonancia cognoscitiva

No sabes si vienes o si vas,

Peor aún,

no sabes quién eres.

 Solo, tu odio te carcome,

tu amargura te corroe,

y tu final será tan simple;

que nadie te recordará.

 ¡Que regocijo siento

al ver como realmente eres!

Crees que no sé nada de ti:

Eres una copia, de una copia, de una copia.

Eres una copia que ya nadie desea tener

Tu soledad es tu martirio

Tu odio es tu miseria

Tu eres igual que los demás

y por esa razón te aferras.

 

 

Traces

Saturday Poem for national poetry writing month- one poem per day for the whole month of April.

Traces

You’ve got to want to find me.
You’ve gotta find a way,
Regardless of what they say.
How can it feel, this road,
on this moment,
how can it feel this road?
This all started in the morning light,
But now I feel no more.

Can you see me going down?
I am screaming out loud.
And the fear of God is in you now.
Let’s dissolve in the moonlight,
far away from this place,
let’s dissolve.


There must something in the way I feel
that he don’t want me to feel.
He stares and always cuts me,
but I don’t care,
so what if I bleed? 

I could never change what I feel,
my face could never show what is not real.
I could have lied,
I’m such a fool.
My eyes could never ever keep their cool.
He showed me and then told me how,
He stroked me but I’m fucked now.

And now he’s gone,
he’s so far away,
look at him,
I just want to stare.
His words just barely cut me,
I don’t care I can withstand.

 

References:
Portishead. (1994). Roads [1993–1994, State of Art and Coach House Studios]. On Dummy [CD]. Bristol: Go!Beat (1993-1994)

 

Giving up

 National Poetry Writing Month one poem per day

Giving up        
 
Surrender to me
give me all you have
give me everything right now. 
They'll never find out what this all about. 

Talk to me
this is for the best
get down on me
this is for the best in thee.

I'll tell you how you need it.
You tell me how I need it.
We know how we need this.
We prolong inside to feel it.

Come undone,
strip for me once more,
skin to skin,
mouth to mouth.

 

 

Riding it out

National Poetry Writing Month another poem for the month of April.

Riding it out

Night and day we breathe
on each other faces
ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...
we beg each other;
until we are hurting.

We tie each other,
we keep each other close,
then we wish to be never better than this;
and then we beg each other some more.

We've been lonely above everything
and above everyone
we end up riding out this fever;
until we lick each other's injuries,
until we wish it was never better than this.

Show yourself to me,
I know you'd moan and weep for this.
You'll be bursting, lost in lust.
You'll come crying back to me.

Don't deny me,
Don't hide from me.
Now I do miss thee.
And do you miss me?

No words,
no lies,
you're divine.
How come you're so big?
Where have you been hiding all of this?
And I do miss this.

When you were alive,
did it happen when you lived?
My mouth is wide open
waiting for your life, damn it!

 

No One Knows

        National Poetry Writing Month- write a poem per day during the month of April.

No One Knows
 
 
As we travel
we ignore the path.
As we move forward
we discard the past.
As we come closer
we become undetached.
 
From this moment,
apart from each other;
we have grown up.
From a distance,
I am the same as you,
you are the same as me.
Yet, we will never be
equals, partners, lovers nor friends.
 
 
Can anybody hear you?
Can anybody reach you now?
Can anybody kill you?
 
Listen to the guitars;
the electronic melody
that penetrates your mind
will ultimately instigate
and hypnotize you in the end.
 
 
There is a battle inside of you.
And you can't believe is real?
And you can't believe is happening?
And you cant believe is true?
 
You think you're smart.
But you're not,
it's plain to see
you are a follower and not a leader.
 
You are trapped in this world
alone and jaded.
You are in solitude
bitching and moaning.
 
 
Can anybody hear you?
Can anybody reach you now?
Can anybody kill you?

 

 

Demente

Another poem, in Spanish, collaborating with national poetry writing month.

Demente

 ¡Demencia, demencia, demencia colectiva!

Estas son las cosas que se me vienen en la mente y le dije:

"Apenas solo somos un constructo social,
nuestros roles fueron escogidos antes de nuestro nacimiento
por el mismo sistema que ahora nos nutre."

Pero nadie me entiende...

Ella leyó el texto, lo examinó y esta fue su conclusión:

"La persona quien diga que no está de acuerdo con este pensar,
es porque no quiere aceptar
que es un monigote más..."

¡Demencia, demencia, demencia colectiva!

Todos quieren ser libres

pero nadie quiere independizarse del sistema,
ya nadie quiere lograr
una emancipación intelectual.

 ¿Cómo podemos lograr nuestra revolución humana,

si apenas podemos aceptar

que solo somos un constructo social

y nada más?

 ¿Dónde está tu libertad?

 ¡Tú no eres libre!

Tu estas atado al sistema,
tú sigues sus reglas,
te adaptas,
asimilas
y te acomodas.

  ¡Demencia, demencia, demencia colectiva!

 Vive tus mentiras,

 Cómelas como miel.

Trágalas y cágalas;

 mientras el sistema te escupe la cara

 !Marginal!

 ¡Siempre serás parte de la demencia, demencia, demencia colectiva!