evey-1
26/F/South Los Angeles
Hi all feel free to join my journey in life whether it be about love, happiness, anger, dreams, and experiences life throws. Here you will find poetry in Spanish and English. I don't know much about poetry but I feel that once I write things down it mak
I sway and gaze at the beautiful world.
Glaring flirtatiously at that man.
I don't know if it's just me, but when I dance I see the hunger in his eyes for this *** he can possibly smash for the night but for me the tease is a sweet feel to leave him with.
It's that kind of power I have over my playground.
Flirtatiously evil and I feel dam! good about it!
Stale and unaware of these disco lights but aware of my jittery black eyes.
Each blink is a click my camera takes.
Automatic controls allow my feet to follow the beat.
While the inner me plans a scheme spreading images leaving me to analyze.
"He's coming towards me! please! let his feet pass by me"
I shamefully look down but I'm not sure what I blanket over. I guess, all of me.
I hope it's a phase it never used to be this way back in my day.
Next click is a twist to my own fit.
Banging! and slamming! brain cells.
"They are all fine"
"dang! they're all fine"
Their eyes hungry for this big *** that I'm tired of.
I plead to myself, "just leave you fucken tease!"
Everything is too loud!
with the banging sound!, this banging crowd! and this fucken! cloud blocking my own judgment.
It's a simple girls night out on the dance floor...
Anxiety and low self-esteem
makes it feel like a hunting ground not like my playground.
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 1:38 AM UTC
You will soon understand,
that falling in love does not include:
wanting and hoping
that they fall in love with us.
it is falling for the person that they are.
You will soon see that
late night thinking hoping we did not:
“say the wrong thing”
“are they seeing someone else"
“do I look good enough”
it is simply falling in love with your self
accepting and sharing
yourself with
kindness and care
to them
we can only
hope
they accept us for us
we can only
hope
they care for us as much as
we care for ourselves
as of now
stay true to yourself
for they will see in their eyes
how much you fall in love with yourself everyday,
they will see.
As of now
enjoy they joy they bring you
each morning
each afternoon
every second of your breath
every heartbeat they give you
but never forget
if we fall out of love it is ok.
We are only here to
accept ourselves
and
share our lives with them.
it will never be for eternity
for that is our own peace as well.
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 12:24 AM UTC
This round flame is not here to attack you
it is the energy of who I was, who I am, and who I may be.
If you look into the shimmering ball of flame you will see who I was,
you will see my sorrows in the morning and regrets at night
I was buried and my roots knew I was not ready.
Ball of flame show them who I am now...
“her spell was broken by her inner spirit named truths leading freedom to be born
her angel hair let loose to finally be in touch with the wind
her smooth fingers understood each cryptic part of her body
her earthly feet connected with the sound of her heart beat”
See,
these roots are not completely hugging all my body
Ball of flame show them who I will be...
“Standing tall close to the horizon she is not yet a complete tree. She will soon be who she wants to be in time. See, each inch will soon be covered by her magical world and mirrors reflection that will continuously shape her spirit. Tomorrow she and the flame will beam brighter that she will begin to believe she is nearly close to becoming a complete goddess to her kingdom”
Many fears had to be let go in order for these roots to reach my chest and grip my heart’s truth
What are your truths? Are you living by them? Are you proud of them?
Ball of flame, I wish them and my growth the best.
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 3:21 PM UTC
Gentle kisses
tattooed in and out every inch
Soothing you into is different escape of pleasures
The day is short
finally understanding peace in bed after lovely whispers
Mornings are light weight
for they have completed half the day before wake
Honest February
what thing, place, and sound reminds them of
...us
Breakfast in bed
we can fast as long as they are by our side
hug me and escape with me
...Just you and me
Hands held tight
for every second counts
Will it be you?,
you who I will see in my paradise
We are one,
firm and soft skins
is a mix to good love
Good love,
that feels like a breeze once wrapped around,
It is peace
air chimes my bells
as I close my eyes
to find us here
It is celestial
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 3:20 PM UTC
Truths were talked
truths were texted
worries rang my phone
my worries rang yours
For a year
8am through 4pm
my cheeks ached with a brighter smile
For a year
8am through 4pm
parked car therapy session consisted of us exploring our thoughts in winter along with the warmth that your truck comforted us with
In your car
late night sleeps with you consisted of your cologne
dreamy and sleepy
With you by me
4am
let's go home
my silent whisper,
....I love you best friend
my gentlemen,
fresh and smooth,
led by your hands and feet to join you in your musical beats to dance
time was out of sight and out of mind
carried away by our moment
Another day, anticipated
What is next?
Late night dinner
with your fresh printed patterned shirt along with that clean cut beard and smooth edges
I,
with dresses showing every curve, smooth black hair, cute painted finger nails you like to pick at and hold
carried away by our moment
ready to travel the night
For a year,
temptation crawled our minds
words were never spoken
our brown eyes knew what it wanted
shy maybe?,
biter liquor brought us courage
early morning,
hung and stunned
by courage
Late night drinks
"I don't want this to mess up our friendship"
"you know me more than anyone"
Could I... Be the one?
Is he... the one ?
I feel it in me
your pocket rings
and that moment
...POPS...
.
.
"Hi babe"
****** out of the trance
8pm felt darker
space felt compacted clothes felt tight
heart shattered
throat knotted
For a year
my truths spoke
my truths texted
For a year
she had you
you had her
and you
..had me
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 3:19 PM UTC
Time tells you
you tried to tell it
"it's not who I want to be"
time
by time
by time
"dear time leave it behind"
I am still moving
in winds
in bees
in love
in trees
in water
in feet
in pain
Swayed and drifted
in bed
play and repeat
the melody of piano
play and repeat
I am moving
in fingertips
for touch
is never
the same
I am moving
I am sure you are on repeat
Swayed and drifted
in hazards
of all dark colors
see me
for I am
your shadow
I am
east, west
south, north
Surrounded by shadows times
Swayed and drifted
by who you want to be today
let I be
your healed pain
your dancing feet
your fresh water
your wavy trees
your tender love
your buzzing bees
your mystical winds
let I,
be your time.
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 3:13 PM UTC
You have me feeling,
Feeling hopeful than usual.
You are seeing me in my most honest element
You would not like the girl who layed on the ground awaiting to be picked up by him.
I now feel unafraid to lose for what does not want to stay
For what is not meant to stay
I am only
afraid
Tired
Drained
to add number 9
Old habits try to break me
As fast as they come and slow to go
They rapidly repeat...
His mouth matches experiment 1
He does not want you like experiemt 5
He is seeing someone else like 1 and 5
It won't be the same tomorrow
I'll know his real truth tomorrow
"good morning chula"
..my heart smiles
you are still here
And this cycle of hopeless thoughts repeat and repeat and repeat
"how are you chula?"
..my heart smiles
You are still here
And this dam cycle of fear repeats and repeats and repeats
late at night when you disappear for 2 days
At times
"como te va?"
...my heart melts
..You are still here
Number 8?
Let's see where this goes
Years of practice
Proud and tall
She picks herself up
Cripled at heart
But she's up
You are now just a pair of eyes I want to impress for the better of me
..if I can do it.
Heart in cloud 9
Brought down to step 1.
"let's see where we go"
He says
Only 3 months in
I know I sound crazy
You are not mine yet
but simply a friend
Truthfuly and most sweet
I now know
soft whispers
Patient steps
Eyes that see me
Hands that push
I feel consistency
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 3:09 PM UTC
Torn and disconnected
Smiles confuse you
Words are unequal
Touch is senseless
Deaf to symphonies
Out of place
But never out of reach
In the unpuzzled dreams
Skies are blue
Clouds are cotton candy
The sun's heat is fair
Agonized that it is only a dream
But the beauty of dreams is that they are ours souls energy
vibrant energy turned off
waiting to burst
But never lost
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 3:08 PM UTC
I think of the stars
That you gaze with admiration at night. As you close them, the faint sprinkle of them are left for your dreams.
This galactic mind explodes and is reborn again.
To shine brighter than yesterday with one smile.
With the gaze of joy and wonderful hope.
With the brain with scattered ideas just as the milky way is pictured
It should be reminded that each planet has a moon or sun or both. Each of these glare through your eyes to see the beauty in you.
When I think of you
I am in love with you once more,
Me
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 3:08 PM UTC
"Did you hear Tonya son is gay?"
"Oh that's cool."
A la siguinte semanan naylie me comento
"Tonya kicked her son out of her house for being gay."
As thoughts race through my head I wonder where will he live? he's just a senior in high school
Soon after that I never really thought about him since I never knew him or seen him
lo conosi por distanica
"Mira Yvette ese es el hijo de tonya tu sabias que era gay?" me dijo nayeli que lo conoses
As usual, irritated, le contesto, "ay ama la van a esquchar y no no lo conosco"
I didn't want to feel guilty for being somebody that whispers through ears
"Mija y tu mama va venir al aerobics?"
" Nose "
Tonya No me conose ni tampoco conse que me da verguenza su decicion como puede abandonar a su hijo
My mom while she pretended to cover her whispers through squats and lunges.
"Mira Yvette ese es el hijo de tonya"
As I gaze,
flaco y Alto.
What is he doing here at the park? his mom is going to see him. He looks happy playing basketball was he really kick out? did she bring him here?
My second year of summer vacation of college I try to be part of LA and South Park with the aerobics women but it is inconsistent the same way how inconsistent my thought of Tonya's son being homeless
Por segunda ves la distancia nos unio
Mami y yo sentadas 10minutos antes que empiese la clase
"Ay mira Yvette siempre esta aqui ya nunca esta bien vestido "
I guess she did kick him out
Sudadas y cansadas,
When classes end todas Las mama se van en Chinga,
Tengo que ir a vender!
Tengo que hacer de comer!
Tengo que pasar por el chiquillo a la escuela!
"Mejor vete en chinga por tu hijo Mientras haces de comer no se te olvide poner el quarto Plato en la mesa Y cuando termines no se te olvide pasar por tu hijo que duerme en el parque"
Otros anos mas
"Ay Yvette dice nayeliy que ya el hijo de Tonya usa drogas"
I just listened
I'd feel bad to if my mom never noticed me over the thing she loved the most, aerobics
Sonriente y sin verguenza,
Camina ase su casa dejando su hijo.
It doesn't seem to work its as if he wants her to notice him
Maybe if my mom sees me everyday out here knowing that I live here she'll take me home after she's done with her work out
365 dias multiplicado por 2, espero que todabia tenga esa esperanza o talvez ya lo consumio las drogas
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 3:06 PM UTC