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 Dec 2020 Cherdaphne Angel
Rubén
Monday, the nineth,
a special day for you,
even when you are not with us,
during this day, I want to thank you
for all the wisdom you gave,
for all the things you taught me,
for all your will and sense of humor
that made me laugh everyday-
consider me, my uncle,
as your living legacy.
I will complete all the things
for which God didn´t let you
enough time.
and tonight,
while i´m holding a candle,
that i´ll light in your memory,
I´ll just whisper to the little flame,
happy birthday, my uncle.
 Dec 2020 Cherdaphne Angel
Rubén
Between seven great hills,
Of which Palatine has more importance,
A single city came out from nowhere,
The one that had been called Rome,
The one that would rule everything.
While I was driving,
By the crowded ways,
My eyes could appreciate,
A familiar silhouette,
The amphitheater,
In all its glory,
Shimmering like in past times,
As if it could have never been affected,
By the pass of time,
And so, I stopped my car,
For admiring the landscape,
It is an ideal place,
Full of mysteries,
And beauty everywhere.
To you, the ground beneath my feet
Every step I take,
you support me.

You stand with me,
in my times of trouble

I am warmed by your embrace,
as I become entranced in your outfit of lace.

Nothing could be more finely crafted,
than my connection with you.

The ages may wear on you,
yet you remain the only one
my sole longs for.

For you truly are...
My favorite pair of shoes.
And for the first time in forever,

I danced alone in the kitchen at 1am

without the help of alcohol
 Jan 2018 Cherdaphne Angel
abby
Why is it that
this present moment
is never enough
Who you are
Where you are
What you have
is never enough

It’s as if every day
we wake up saying
“If I could just be that,
If I could just go there,
If I could just have this,
then I’ll be happy”

Yet this allows us
to sabotage our ability
to feel content
in the present
To look around
and grovel in the beauty
of progress and growth
that gets us through
each passing day

It’s hard to not let the yearning
for an unknown future
overpower the appreciation
for today
But maybe if I open my eyes
a little wider
and open my mind
a little bigger
every day
I won’t always be waiting
to be happy
I’m not waiting for the confetti to fall
He was the sun, and I was the moon.
Without him, I couldn't illume the night.
I took all the darkness, he had morning and noon,
Without each other, the world wasn't right.
He was the fire, and I was the ice.
He'd bring the chaos without thinking twice.
Whatever flesh he burns, I come to aid.
I touch him without ever being afraid.
He was the ground, and I was the sky.
Aware of each other, but turn a blind eye.
He gave me vapor, I gave him the weather;
It was our only way of being together.
He was the mass, and I was the space.
And without hesitation, in my life, he took place.
I let him consume me, I didn't mind, you see,
I was just happy that somebody needed me.
He was he, and I was me.
What a fool I've been to trust and believe
That we need each other, when the sad truth is,
All there has been for us, was to coexist.
For bub
 Jan 2018 Cherdaphne Angel
Wick
the halls today are filled
of walking husks of people
heavy mutter clutter the air
all are looking feeble

textbook-laden brains
lips a-coffee stained
eyes manic to the brim
composure wearing thin

stress-filled laughters
litter conversations,
every word carry the burden
of hard sleepless nights

some are carefree
but most are buried inside the library
a last ditch effort to arm the cavalry
as the enemy nears the periphery

the bell rings loud
the masses resort to silence,
the death toll rang
all around the campus

as the door came crashing down
you can almost hear
the desperate souls' silent cries
as "FINALS" enter with a smile.
apology for the jumbled verses
for this was born as my brain traverses
between panic to dilemma
from philosophies to subpoenas
from economy to mitochondrias
from pen to paper
this poem I cater.

I just needed to let go of some steam. cause **** I'm so stressed right now.
 Jan 2018 Cherdaphne Angel
Wick
the moment you walked out the door
was the setting of the sun in my horizon
the sound of the clock ticking onto hours
was the stars exploding from the distance
gone is my world.
gone is my universe.
gone is the girl.
gone into the silence.
they say you can never hear oblivion
but i can hear it ringing inside the room
gnawing to the cavities of her existence
once was one with mine
now nothingness presides
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