Vanessa Viniegra Chrisphonte

Vanessa Viniegra Chrisphonte Oct 2018

I have become as
.....h o l l o w
.......as the bottles I drink
...............numb
.......as my cold fingers
e m p t y
..................as the inbox in my phone
.....disoriented
.............as how this poem is written

how much more naiveté
do i have to go be,
in order to realize?
because I know im hurting
yet I dont know how to explain the pain

Vanessa Viniegra Chrisphonte Sep 2018

...everything

You left and yet I still see you in...

Vanessa Viniegra Chrisphonte Sep 2018

You.

......Over, under, back and through
......No matter which way you put it
......These thoughts are always about
you.
......Trying to get you out of my head,
......Yet over, under, back and through
.......Here we go again,
.......What’s new?
.......Another sleepless night thinking about
you.

Vanessa Viniegra Chrisphonte Sep 2018

8/10/18

Some drink away their sorrows, I write away mine. Exploiting the pain and declaring it as art. I wasn’t born a poet, I was broken into one.

Vanessa Viniegra Chrisphonte Aug 2018

How long will this pain last?

And will I be the same?
When I come out the other end...
will any of me remain?

Vanessa Viniegra Chrisphonte Aug 2018

She’s barely alive.

You can see the sad in her eyes,
the hurt that you caused with your lies.
On some days she looks so fragile
that it seems she’ll break if the
wind blew the wrong way.
She appears to be worse every coming day. Spiraling down the darkness,
reaching out for a hand no longer there.
Grasping at nothingness,
free falling into a dark abyss.
She closes her eyes and you’re all that she sees, remembering your smile one more time.

I think you broke her soul. She’s barely alive.