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A moon with many faces
A moon going through its phases
Light is comprehensible
Dark is never visible
Illuminating with all of its light
Battling its gloom in an eternal fight
Continuing to shine
Watching over all at night
A moon being the sun
Never burning as bright
A cure to all your frights
Awaiting the inevitable eclipse
Exposing its darkness for just a glimpse
Bathed in shadow just to be your only moon
Illuminating to dissipate your gloom
Small but bright, powered by your tune
I was
a theater kid
after closing
night and
you
were a
denny’s server
As dark as the tears
The lonely
The depression
Makes me
There is still some light
Whatever was left
To show me just how
Much
How much
There was to love about you
And even though I’m some sort of black hole
You stayed
and never gave up on that little light
That was left
you played with her
like a child would carelessly play with a toy
you broke her into a million pieces
like legos
and when you were lonely
you built her into a house to hold you
and when you got tired of her
your words carried her into a
hurricane of emotions
leaving her in a pile of broken blocks
yes, bitter
but we both know she couldn’t hate you even if she tried
when
the sun lives longer days and
your hair smells of salt and the ocean
you have sand in your toes
you smile with that adorable smile that rarely touches your lips
you taste of watermelon and burnt marshmallows
and when
you sing your favorite song in that lovable voice of yours
you watch the clouds turn pink and the sun goes to sleep
you look up to see twinkling constellations sprinkled in the clear night sky
i hope it brings you back
to a simpler time
Poems, Poems, words of wisdom, Sky
and ground alike. Flying words to
children o’er Vales and hills and sea.
Poems that shall touch your tongue.
And melt like snow. A gentle melody. And when
it's luster shall return, Found again, many
years from now. I know not beauty that will
reign, O’er vales and hills and sea.
In this vast world, there are endless possibilities to what one’s purpose may be.
A man enjoys to fish and becomes a fisherman.
A woman creates delightful treats and builds a baking empire.
The purpose of your existence is built upon the self reflection one must do.
To free oneself of the facades of society, one must let go of judgement.
Being critical to yourself chains you down to societal norms.
To serve others come in many forms other than pursuing medicine.
To live altruistic is to create meaning in your life that goes beyond the surface.
To understand oneself is to rid one of the what-ifs and begin to live in the present.
The purpose of your existence is not built upon the dreams of your parents.
Dreams that form bleak futures depicting only monetary gain is not one made for you.
The future is the time to seize opportunities and find one’s passion.
The purpose of your existence is to be true to who you are and discover what makes you, you.
In this world there are many diamonds waiting to be found.
Some shine bright
Some worth millions
But none that guarantee happiness.
It is only when the diamond is rough, uncut, and raw that it is truly beautiful.
To me, it is priceless: one of a kind.
The world does not need to know about it,
For it is in the little things that it shines
The brightest.
Change is constant.
It can tear apart the person you once were,
Break the perfect relationship you once had.
When you stare at yourself in the mirror,
Sometimes what’s looking back isn’t so bad.
Change turns you from a child to an adult,
Turns your crush into love,
We try so hard to keep life the same,
But maybe we shouldn’t try so hard to shove,
Transformations, transitions, and growing pains,
Far away, into the dark, soaking in the rain.
When there’s nothing stable in life,
Change always stays the same.
I almost broke myself trying to fix you.
I think maybe I did,
Just a little.
I mixed up reality, and what I’d hoped to be true.
But like how muscles grow,
We tear them apart at first,
And it heals stronger.
My heart, it’s a muscle, in case you didn’t know.
So don’t think you’ve got the last laugh,
You may have shaped my life,
But you’ll never define it.
It must hurt, knowing that it’s me you’ll never have.
I am from lipgloss and eyeshadow
I am from music
I am from sprinting and kicking balls into goals
I am from performing dance routines in my living room for my couches
I am from singing my lungs out in the shower no matter what time of the day or mood
I am from waking up at 5 am for meditation and a walk of 30 minutes to Troy High School at 6.25 am
I am from planning, making routines, and adding so many things into my schedule
I am the laugh to many’s joy
I am from Mexican food and Mexican music who touches my heart
I am pain, stress, tears and scars as well as positivity, advice, care, and endless laughs
I am from companionless nights and stares into the moonlight and stars
I am from falling.. falling really hard and making my way back up, higher than I was before
I am from a Mexican immigrant
I am from the single mother who raised three smart, kind-hearted, and unique children
I am from Flor Pineda, my mother and father
I am from two brothers and video game rages
I am from thanksgiving at aunty Mabel’s house full of tamales and loud karaoke
I am from an accumulation of learned lessons and mistakes
I am forgiving, outgoing, hard-working, courageous, intelligent, a listener and talker and a huge planner for my present and my future
I am built from my past, I am the light at the end of my own tunnel
You wake up.
Envision a room, walls are all white No doors, one window, and blackness outside
You sit on the floor, letting time pass Wait for a good memory to be had
Words slip through the window and into the room They scatter around like they’re morning dew
You look at the drops They’re memories, they’re thoughts You touch one, it bursts And what comes out is words
This one is good, from when you were nine And dad put a hose at the top of a slide The summer sun smolders Beats down on your shoulders Mind void of the fear of getting older
You touch the next droplet, a memory comes out Describing a bleak sky of solid gray clouds Something lands by your side You look up at the sky You’re witness to hail for the very first time
Two good memories, you’re doing well Third time’s a charm, so what the hell You touch one more drop, and you’re pushed away As a scene of an argument forms in your wake
Two silhouettes, a boy and a girl Yelling is garbled, can’t make out a word You take a step closer And that girl: you know her It’s your ex, your relationship’s over
And one bad memory triggers another Look round the room, you see it’s covered In screwups, bad thoughts and blunders And all the good droplets are gone and smothered
And all the memories overwhelm you They scream and they shout and they all try to tell you
You could have done better, and you’re a lost cause And you pass out, black out from these thoughts
You wake up.
Envision a room, walls are all white No doors, one window, and blackness outside
You sit on the floor and you’re filled with dread Waiting for droplets to come in again.
pink skin, chilled knuckles
milky, swirling constellations
hide on top of mountains
and breathe stardust
into your lungs
fingers interlocked
a quiet kiss
a quieter sunset bleeding
orangish-redish-gold
into the horizon
... and love is love is love
empty roads disappear
into the twilight
a pulsating bassline
erupts from the radio
choked laughter, aching ribs
cracked windows, biting wind
singing too sore
joy unspoken
only present and resonant
in the slowing hour
... and love is love is love
as you start loving her
she'll become more pretty
then you last remember
and her laugh will
dance around your heart
as you start loving him
he'll become more handsome
then you last remember
and his eyes will draw you in
warmer and softer
... and love is love is love