Tag: the future

Poetry

Will I Ever

Have another first kiss

Hold hands with someone who makes my palms sweat

Know what it’s like

To not be alone

Will I ever

Watch the sunrise again

After a long night of talking

Know what it’s like

To be ok

Will I ever

Catch a snowflake with my eyelashes

Or feel one melt on my tongue

Know what it’s like

To be free

Poetry

How much time

Will I have to spend 

Taking pills

Talking to people

Feeling like I’ll never be enough

Will I worry about 

Falling when I’m alone

Not knowing if someone 

Will be there to help me

Will I be  

Walking this earth alone

Unable to share my truth

With someone who understands

Will I be able to 

Do this

Alone

Poetry

Juarez y El Paso de Antano 

The border was open for all

No passports needed

Shop

Dance

Drink

A good time for all

To be had

Now 

Just a memory 

Of times

When the most to fear 

Was not having the extra ten dollars

In your pocket

Just in case la policies stopped you

No worries of La Migra

Taking your friends away

Because they weren’t from

Your town

El Paso

Sister to Juarez

Two cities

That formed as one

Two countries

Joined by the cities

Now just a memory of yesteryear 

Poetry

Letters One Night

I wrote letters one night.

The pain overtook me.

I was possessed 

By sadness 

Loneliness 

Fear

And an utter lack of hope.

So I wrote them.

I wrote to those 

I loved at one time.

Friends I had wished 

We’re still a part of my life.

Family members 

Who held a close place in my heart

Though, may not have thought of me the same.

To God.

To the Devil

If it exists.

And the words flowed through my pen

As if writing a story of my life.

All that was missing was the ending.

Poetry

The Good Drown

Do we deserve 

What we get

Awful people

Full of hate

Surrounded by family

And sycophants

Living fruitful lives

So many dream of

While those

With nothing 

But open hearts

Are reaching out for

Nothing more

Than hope

Love

Support

Only to be held down

With no life jacket 

To keep them from

Drowning 

In this world

This life of

Chaos and turmoil

Of hate and intolerance 

What else is to be done 

Take one last breath

Let the current take us

Poetry

Not a Stranger in the Mirror 

Looking in the daily glass

I do see a change

As many see the new wrinkles

Spots of the years gone by

All I see is my eyes

No longer the sparkling of what used to

But rather the redness in the eyes

From tears and pain of the past

of who I am now

Where is that girl

Who was afraid but also fearless 

The girl who looked 

Toward newness and opportunity 

Was I ever that girl really

Or is what I see now

A true reflection of who

I have always been