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 Feb 19
Latiaaa
I never took the time to sit and think about an M&M.

A chocolate that separates itself from the rest of the crew with its signature M.

Your empty palms await the decadent little multi-colored buttons,

Like they've always said, "melts in your mouth, not in your hands..."

When you take a bite into the cherub chocolate, its sugar-coated shell cracks like the frozen arctic water.

Exposing a sweet surprise.

Children jump for joy when they see the candy,

adults jump for joy too as their childhood is relived in every M&M.

Pop em' in your mouth during lunch-break,

share a few with your homegirl,

grab a handful at a Halloween party.

There's always a little surprise in every bite.

Sometimes it's a dab of peanut butter

or a crunch of peanuts.

Maybe a salty bit of pretzel,

or ooey-gooey caramel.

Whatever it is, they're good for the soul,

Your teeth won't be happy with you, though...
 Jan 22
Latiaaa
The evening cast a warm glow peeking through the curtains.
Dionne Warwick’s “Make It Easy On Yourself”
Hissed and popped as the needle danced across the record.
Its sorrowful tune echoed the room, looping
The words easy on yourself
As life stood still
And time grew short.
With a trashbin stuffed with crumpled up letters,
A phone shoved in the side pouch
Of a bookbag buzzed. It eventually
Stopped,
And the music grew louder
And louder.

There she laid---
Her arms and legs sprawled out
While her body slowly sunk, being one with the bed
Finally.

Her lips quivered,
Unraveling an ocean of warm tears. The room
Seemed blurred out, but her eyes
Still captured posters, the ceiling fan,
The fairy lights.
Her cotton candy hair rustled against her cheeks---
Sticking to her as the tears continued to fall.
Then, the phone
Buzzes again, this time longer
As it competed with the song.

Cut up pictures of
Missing,
Burnt out, faded faces
Decorated the floor, and the girl
Softly wept, sniffled, and let out a sigh.
She couldn’t stop weeping.
As life stood still,
And time grew short,
She knew she had to make it easier on herself.
 Nov 2020
Latiaaa
There’s a trace of unhappiness lying beneath the burrows of my soul, yet I keep it hidden with a smile and my wit.
My heart carries a heavy anonymous pain that lurks within myself, but I cannot figure out for the life of me where it’s coming from.
I feel tears creeping up on me as if I’m ready to implode.
If it’s too quiet I’ll start to lose it all.
I have to learn that if all fails, it’s just temporary.
When you see me, you’ll only see a smile.
 Nov 2020
Latiaaa
The lilacs brush up against the brick houses.
Sun cascades over the roofs and sidewalks,
showing its welcoming invigorating warmth.
The wind hushes the chaos as the birds are all nestled amidst the trees.
Nothing like the smell of pine and damp soil in the air.
Nature,
speak to me like I'm a child in your womb.
The branches tick and tack against the windows.
Leaves skip and sail across into the muddy puddles.
Oh, how I love the way the sky brushes fresh colors of periwinkle and apricot.
I sit outside my porch and gaze upon what life has given us,
nature.
 Nov 2020
Latiaaa
I’m too attached to you. I have to stop and think about my life and everything else around me. I get so wound up in you that I tend to lose track of time or what day it is. That is not healthy. I feel stupid for crying, stupid for begging, stupid for acting this way over a guy. It is never that serious, but I am just too attached.
 Aug 2020
Latiaaa
It tickles my skin,
Queasy in the stomach,
Heart gets this anguish soreness feel,
Eyes water,
Brain runs into error.
 Aug 2020
Latiaaa
Grab my hand tight as we travel the galaxy
Zoned and in-tuned,
But the feeling feels right,
Especially when you’re close.
I met you at this party, and I was irresistibly consumed.  
I want to show you the world you’ve been missing all this time.
I’ll be your tour guide,
Lead you to the depth of what goes on inside 5am on a dark summer night.
It’s a different feeling.
If our worlds collided I wouldn't dare close my eyes,
 Aug 2020
Latiaaa
You said you'd be home, where are you?
...

There's warm bread in the oven,
Cooked collard greens on the ***,
Roasted sweet corn and stewed pork meat.
Sweet peas on the side, just how you like it.

I threw in dry wood so that the fireplace stays in heat.

...

I've waited two whole hours, the candles have burned out. I placed the cheesecake back in the fridge and drunk the last bit of red wine.

Surely, one day, you'll return.
And when you do, there'll be a hot meal waiting for you.
 Aug 2020
Latiaaa
I weep and told you I always said I was the reflection of you.
God wanted me to breathe the air you breathed.
I cried for us to be together.
Don't do it for our parents, do it for us.
We were here to agree to disagree.
 May 2020
Latiaaa
I'm scared,
but I am giving this a chance.
I'm worried,
but you said not to be this time.
I'm weary,
but you said trust my soul.
And I said it was hard because of my past,
and you said it was hard because of your past too.
I'm overthinking,
but you say to not think so far ahead into something that doesn't exist.
There's a riot in my head,
a riot.
You cool my head down with uplifting words,
I still hear all the negative rioting.
It's not you,
It's me.
The what ifs...
The maybes....
The I don't knows...
Hug me so we can stop this constant,
loud,
love routine,
riot...
 Mar 2020
Latiaaa
He asked me,
"Has anyone made love to you before"
And from there on,
Internal sensation.
The way he touched me,
Looked at me,
He revived what died inside me long ago.
He was so toxic for me,
But I wanted more.
Behind closed doors,
I was introduced to a new world of intimacy.
That sweet taboo.
We'd risk a lot for our little secret.
Till we meet again.
 Mar 2020
Latiaaa
To the Libra who sparked a bit of happiness in my path.
That person came to me on a spontaneous act.
We connected,
Chopped it up as if we knew each other for years.
We're libras.
We clicked,
Had things in common.
They made me feel good while also fearful.
I knew they weren't mine,
But I couldn't get enough.
I would have my suspicions,
They were outweighed by the bond we formed the more we spent time alone...
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