DeAnna Sandoval

Feb 2015

Carl Joseph Roberts

The South Side
(a song)

Three young boys just living their lives
Grew up poor learned how to survive
Never had much never asked why
That's just how it was on The South Side

All three were happy where they were
Thought they lived the life they deserved
They all had hopes and they all had dreams
But they wanted more then they could see

Three best friends for all of life
Would each move away and take a wife
They all had children of their own
But they'd always call The South Side home

The South Side is where they'd go back
When they'd tell stories of their past
How lessons learned stayed with them
And helped three boys become best friends
The South Side is where they'd go back
When they'd tell stories of their past
How lessons learned stayed with them
How the South Side made them into men

Then one day two friends would call
And find one friend not there at all
All three together one last time
Two friends now must say goodbye

Two friends carry the one who died
Who had given them so much in life
They share the memories held inside
Of the life they lived, on the South Side

The South Side is where they'd go back
When they'd tell stories of their past
How lessons learned stayed with them
And helped three boys become best friends
The South Side is where they'd go back
When they'd tell stories of their past
How lessons learned stayed with them
How the South Side made them into men

Poem by: Carl Joseph Roberts

A true story

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DeAnna Sandoval Feb 2015

Paradox

eyes closed, back arched.
neck up, self still.
mind loud, unsettled.
voices rough, self filled.
cringing, struggling,
hesitating, relaxing,
stiffening, softening
click
i'm floating, body weightless.
i'm fading, self latent.
noise canceled - no plugs.
self silenced, everyone.
all connected, it's mine
it's me, i'm it -
with it, without it,
disconnected, soul in.
inhale, exhale
back lowered. eyes open.
i'm radiating, i'm reaching
no effort.
*i'm here.

#love #self #noise #meditation #body #contemplation #weight #soft #floating #struggling

DeAnna Sandoval Mar 2013

A Letter to Myself

You.
you have betrayed me
and underestimated me
and overestimated me
and hurt me
and abused me
and took me for granted
and hated me
and laughed at me
and tempted me
and taunted me
and shut me out
and hidden me
and drowned me
and suffocated me
and wronged me.
What you don't know,
my idiot friend,
is that you are loved.
You are getting all that you deserve.
You receive what you put out.
If you want happiness,
therefore,
all you need to do is put it out
for everyone else to grab.
If you want love,
love everyone and everything.
If you want trust,
give it.
The more you give,
the more you receive.

DeAnna Sandoval Mar 2013

Foggy Nightmare

My breath comes shorter
as my eyes darken.
I see most nothing.
The soles of my feet feel like
I just landed on the jagged rocks
of the ocean floor and my head
feels like it was slammed against
the asphalt.
My hands are so dry the skin is
cracked and blood seeps through.
My finger tips are dripping blood.
I reach out, searching for anything to grab onto
but there is nothing.
I grow cold.
I hear twigs snapping and leaves brushing
and a croak of a chuckle
lurking behind my fog.
I scream a piercing scream,
somehow silent to all my memories,
everyone I once knew,
everyone who thought they knew me.

DeAnna Sandoval Feb 2013

Done

It's over.
After all the fights.
After all the laughs.
After all the tears.
After all the photographs.
After all the memories.
After all the yelling.
After all the connecting.
It's over...