I wrote this poem in June of 2025. me in 1988 my rage comes in like a bright orange burst and it explodes in social media posts,my notebooks, and journalit’s my inner child scared and anxious who feels threatenedand take it upon herself to call on middle age meto defend her, to protect her from the cruelty and abuse happening in front of her…

I wrote this poem in June of 2025. me in 1988 my rage comes in like a bright orange burst and it explodes in social media posts,my notebooks, and journalit’s my inner child scared and anxious who feels threatenedand take it upon herself to call on middle age meto defend her, to protect her from the cruelty and abuse happening in front of her…

I wrote this poem in June of 2022. you can go your own way-fleetwood mac I’ve walked through the warzone of my love life long enough to knowwhen a bomb is about to explode (when I fall of some guy’s dream girl altar)It's a minefield full of suppressed feelingsconsequences of accommodating to a man’s egoAnd I’ll tread ever so carefully…

I wrote this poem in June of 2025. to inhabit and exist in my body is exhaustingit’s constantly being in fight or flight modeconstantly waiting in hypervigilancefor the next atrocity from this administrationwondering if my son will make it home today without incidentworrying if my parents or brother will be taken away by the American Gestapo…

escribí este poema en junio del 2022. especialmente aquel hombre que me falta El respeto No me vendo por tus promesas o tus piroposo por dinero o por tu supuesto amorporque yo valgo mas que mi bellezaporque soy todo un mundo de magia y talentoentonces quedate con tu dinero y falsas promesas de amory nunca me busques mas

I wrote this poem in June of 2025. floating in a neon pink haze , the afterlife awaitsno more suffering, no more mental health crisisno more dark doses of realitythis could be lovely and nicebut I’m pushed out by forces beyond my controlwake up in a fogmy soul’s purpose has not been fulfilledI must continue telling my story

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I wrote this poem in May of 2022. me after walking/running in the rain In therapy I’m supposed to write about the last thing that cause me griefand I think it’s funny considering the tons of poetry and journal entriesI’ve written about itI’m tired of writing about it, I’m tired of talking about itI’m tired of thinking about it…

I wrote this poem in May of 2025. one day I’ll give my testimony of how I burned down to ashesand resurrected from themand wrote my powerful chapter called empowerment and loveand how the worst of me had to happen in order for meto to become the powerhouse in front of you

If you had an unlimited budget for 24 hours, what would you do? Pay off all of my debt, pay mine and my parents rent 12 months in advance and pay my son's car note. Also go through any go fund me friends and acquaintances and donate what they need. Also, sign up for a couple of writing workshops and pay fees for that.  And buy lots of pretty dresses, journals and books. 🥳🥳🥀 My spirit animal rn

I wrote this poem in May of 2022. I believe in second and third chancesbecause more often than notI’m the one who’s written offbecause more often thanI’m left after the first time I fuck upbecause more often thanI’m expected to be almost perfectand this weighs on me heavilybut it’s my cruel reality…

escribí este poema en mayo del 2025. tenía Tanta esperanza mi tienes tierna y suave como algodón que se deshacey me pregunto cuanto esto durarácuando me convertiré en algo inconveniente para ti

I wrote this poem in May of 2019. depression is ruining my life And so she self medicatedwith sleeping pills, alcoholand Almodovar filmsshe wanted to drown outthe feelings of worthlessnesswithin hershe was exhaustedfrom repeating the same lust storyshe needed just for todayto numb out her feelings,to escape the fire in her brainthat burns with self-pity and self hate

I wrote this poem in May of 2025. that silver lining turned into a dark cloud real quick phosphene blooms across the roomwhen I catch you staring at meand I feel an electric shock go through methis feels like a new kind of crazythis feels like a new stirring of hopeI never expected to feel this way ever againAnd this feels like my silver lininga long time coming

I wrote this poem in May of 2024. charcoal lights up the grill, my son draws a silly drawing on the pavementtoday the summer breeze hits as we drink and laugh about our past misadventuresabout how dramatic I used to beabout how sensitive you once werehow everything is trauma deconstructed and put to restand only positive energy exchanged between usBuilding each other up every step of our lives

I wrote this poem in May of 2025. temptation all around me to repeat the same unhealthy storiesto the sabotage the healthy energy in front of meit would be so easy to do soallow it all to combust in front of mebut I won’tthis time I’ll be differentthis time I’ll do my best to make it work…

I wrote this poem in May of 2024. I spiral into a circle of mommy guiltguilt over being the selfish and self absorbedduring your formative yearsguilt over giving my attention to futile and idiotic love storieswhen I should have been focusing on youguilt that maybe if I had been more patient, more nurturing,you wouldn’t be filled with so much uncertainty about your future

I wrote this poem in May of 2025. from my favorite movie "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" Wish I could say I’m a chill and cool kind of girl when it comes to lovebut I’m notbecause once I’m into you and I let you init will be hard to get rid of mebecause I am a nurturer and I’ll love you with my whole heart…

I wrote this poem in May of 2024. whoever is worthy and good for me will have to be more than worthy,more than good enough for my boysabove everything else they’ll have to understand and respectthe relationship I have with my sons

I wrote this poem in May of 2025. 💗💗💗 I’m the girl who screamed wolf in love in my poems one too many timesalways acting like I’m the victimalways acting like I’m the hurt partyalways acting like I’m fucked over in love when the truth isI too have broken heartsI too am shit at relationships…

I wrote this poem in May of 2024. I gave birth to the sun on the sunniest of June daysand almost 13 years laterhe’s becoming the moon

I wrote this poem in May of 2025. I need to exorcize you and you out of me before I just into a new chapter of loveIt’s not fair to him to allow past chapters to haunt me and make me question my sanityand maybe that’s ghosting you and sharing our story of toxic love in spanishand while my methods may be a tad questionableit’s the best I can do for now and for me, it’s enough

I wrote this poem in May of 2024. me with my youngest son there are days I don’t feel strong enough to be their mommaybe it’s insecurity that weighs heavily on meafter every fight, after every conflictit was easier when they were smalland I was their favorite personthe one they ran to the moment I opened the door…

I wrote this poem in May of 2025. you creep into my dreams once again and I hate my brain for it/can’t it understand there’s nothing left to say/there’s no need for closure/this distance is better for both of us/besides there’s no coming back from this

I wrote this poem in May of 2024. miss the days when I was your favorite person, when you greeted me with excitementwhen we played candyland for your hoursNowadays. I’m lucky to get a “hi” from you, nowadays, I hear more from youthrough cashapp than IRLnowadays when I ask you about your day, you murmur a one word response…

I wrote this poem in May of 2025. can’t seem to get away from my demons no matter how fast i run,no matter how healed I claim to bethey always haunt me in my dreams, or when I’m at my most vulnerableand happy thinking life might finally be going right for meBut out of the blue, my new boyfriend annoys me,

I wrote poem in May of 2023. my son is bright green as he explores the worldas he learns to communicate his needsas he learns to navigate lifeand comes across joy and heartbreakand comes to me with questionswhen something doesn’t work out

I wrote this poem in May of 2025. my joe goldberg is back and a sense of doom overwhelms meespecially because I know how psychol this Joe isfrom thinking he’s in love with me because of my blogto remember the constant barrage of harassment I endured from himfor a few years, I got a major case of the icks…

I wrote this poem in May of 2023. It’s fading fast, the time where you willingly spend time with meSoon you’ll prefer your friends to meSoon you’ll lock yourself in your room and only come out for foodYour voice is changing and you’re already taller than meand your hormones makes you all kinds of angryand me and everyone in the house are in denial…

I wrote this poem in May of 2025. ego finally captured, I’m calm and humbledthe spiral of paranoia is goneno one hates me, no one’s out to get meit was a false narrative I created in momentsof madnessit was fake news as I let my emotionsget the better of me and control meI’ve gained clarity again

I wrote this poem in May of 2023. My son giggled as he fell in the pumpkin patchhis laughter brought back the reasonfor my existence and purpose

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I wrote this poem in May of 2025. I punish the men in my life with silenceI learned it from my momshe’d last days without saying a word to my dadafter a fightalways waited until he broke down and apologizedshe always needed to winand while I’m not as brutal as herI need to protect myself when a man makes me feel…

I wrote this poem in May of 2022. My son is blossoming and becoming the manI always knew he could beHe’s ambitious, he’s kind,he’s a hard workerHe’s a mother’s dream come trueAnd while at times he may still stumble and occasionallyHe’s inherited strength and resilience from meIt keeps him from giving upIt keeps him moving towards a life full of success and happiness

I wrote this poem in May of 2025. one day I'm going to make her proud of me with my book it found me on a tuesday afternoon, inspiration for a booka poetry book of sorts telling my life storyand while this has happened many timesI pray this one sticks because I have all of my materialin my google docsat the very least, it’s given me inspiration as to whereto go next

I wrote this poem in May of 2022. My son is blossoming and becoming the manI always knew he could beHe’s ambitious, he’s kind,he’s a hard workerHe’s a mother’s dream come trueAnd while at times he may still stumble and occasionallyHe’s inherited strength and resilience from meIt keeps him from giving upIt keeps him moving towards a life full of success and happiness

I wrote this poem in May of 2025. one day I'm going to make her proud of me with my book it found me on a tuesday afternoon, inspiration for a booka poetry book of sorts telling my life storyand while this has happened many timesI pray this one sticks because I have all of my materialin my google docsat the very least, it’s given me inspiration as to whereto go next

escribí este poema en mayo del 2022. Mi ratoncito está creciendoen unos años perderá su inocencia de niñoEn unos años su voz cambiaraen unos años meses estará más alto que yoY aunque este triste porque perderé mi niño tiernoestoy emocionada para conocer el hombreEn Que se convertirá en unos años

I wrote this poem in May of 2025. it’s the hunger games time againI meant the MET Galawhere celebrities show off their ostentatiousand grotesque expensive outfitswhile the majority of us are tryingto make sure all of the bills are paid,wondering if we do indeed deserve our weekly treatat starbucks, while some of us are being deported…

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I wrote this poem in April of 2024. my man he can say anything because of his pretty privilegeI don’t know a woman alive who wouldn’t sleep with him6’7, blonde hair, blue eyed norse God with silly …

I wrote this poem in April of 2024. my man he can say anything because of his pretty privilegeI don’t know a woman alive who wouldn’t sleep with him6’7, blonde hair, blue eyed norse God with silly …

I wrote this poem in April of 2024. me reflecting on my should haves I hold onto my should haves for old times saketo inspire the poet out of meshould have hugged him a few moments longerthe other …

I wrote this poem in April of 2024. me reflecting on my should haves I hold onto my should haves for old times saketo inspire the poet out of meshould have hugged him a few moments longerthe other …