There are days when I just absolutely detest everything
And on those days I play pretend
When I much rather play hide and seek

M•(e). Díaz

'Cause I need to keep my job and pay my bills.

This here, is poem two hundred.
Nothing rhymes with hundred.

Well it's been a few years since you've been gone.
My mind done left me, it went out for cigarettes and never came back.
Just like my Pa.
And my dog.
My mom,
The UPS girl.
So anyway. The heater broke a while back.
Yeah our sow Peggy died.
My kin and I we'd each take a night spooning her.
Warmest damn pig you ever snuggled I'll tell you what.
I miss mind.
You don't have a tarp, some crayons, and an ax by any chance?
I lost my mind the day she went thataway.
She mighta taken it with her.
So she took that and the remote control.
My thumb says your from Alabama but you don't smell like jelly.
Having her in my life was as good as dropping the toast and having it land butter side up.
Cause then it's still good.
You leaving?
Where ya going?
To get cigarettes?

Everywhere I go
She’s in the corner of my eyes
Like a fly
But I don’t mind
I don’t mind

Who would mind? LOL

let me write beautiful poetry
onto your skin with my lips

each kiss represents my words
my lips represent the pen and
your body as my paper

let me create something
so beautiful with you

I want him to be mine

First Trump came for the Women

And I  spoke out

Because I am a woman.
Then Trump came for the Disabled

And I spoke out

Because I am not disabled.
Then Trump came for the Lgbt Community

And I spoke out

Because I am Pansexual.
Then Trump came for the African Americans
And I spoke out

Because I am not African American.
Then Trump came for the Hispanics

And I spoke out

Because I am Hispanic.
Then Trump came for the Muslims

And I spoke out

Because I am not Muslim.
Just because it isn't you doesn't mean that you can't fight
And speak out
Because it helps others to do the same.

Rewrite of Pastor Niemoller "First They Came" poem

I hate that women should age,
While men should mature,
As if the passage of time
Didn't mean that we're all
Just a tad-bit closer to death.

M•(e). Díaz

Secret lovers they are, Time and Death...
  5d Me Díaz


I would die in your arms

if forever was promised in a piece of heavens

looking at your face lost among the stars,

and if only knew I belong to you

with a sudden death

I’ll embrace my end for another look-


“There's something about her.
It's not her smile or grace,
It's not her beauty or race,
It's not her scent or warm embrace,
Maybe it's her laugh or the shape of her face.
No, that's not the case.
It's just her.”
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