Take a bite
I'll take a chunk
Take a chance
I smelled your closeness
It really stunk
Take my complaints
Turn them to hope
Make me see
And make believe
You are a ghost
Take me out
Just one nice meal
bebé isn't it
Me you feel
Is anything real
Or thinking nothing
Everything can be anything
But to you
I wanna be something
I thought I was stunning
You played the hand
Like all the others
I was your playing sand
You kicked me around
Left me to die here
As in dead, voiceless
No sound

The sun's ray's
In my heart
And body
Pierce the window panes
I feel pain
I'm going in-
Sane\sanity is lame,
What's your name
Señorita, sènor?
I can't hurt
Not any
More.

To much false
In fake.
To many fakes
To make the false
What it is.
Starting to believe
Nothing's real anymore.

I wanna be
On fantasy island.
Where my man is wiling
Crazy, not confining.
I'm not one to be trapped.
I'm a bird I'll snap
Let me skadaddle fast
Where a bird should be.
I'm not caged
Not an animal babe.
I'm me.
I'm
F
R
E
E

So let me
M
I
S
B
E
H
A
V
E.

My Apple
Caramel
Skin
Needs taken
Stroked touched-
No not by some
Manwhore,
I'm not for sale
I'm not
Your
L
U
N
C
H.
Especially
I'm
Not some
Crystal ball to arouse,
Meaning
Not a ****!

Im not your courtesan
Im not your Hon.
Im not your paramour
Im not a cheat or dumb.
Im not your's
You arent mine.
Call me whatever
Thats OK trust me im fine.
Im not your playwhore
Or your little concubine.
Im angelina lopez señor
Sorry, not your type.

An open hand
Not a handout
An open mouth
No food for it.
I need loving
Nourishment.

If I was to
Depend on
Man and
Not God
Where would
I be right now?
Nowhere whatsoever.

My o.c.d disorder is scientific term standard of obsessive compulsive disorder. But i like to call my disorder
old children disorder.
From all the grown boys who look like normal men
when i run across them.

The
S u n
The s t a r s.
The m OO n.
Oh my watch me
Swoon.

My body
Once a land for little immature boys to desecrate
Now a vessel
Of loving kindness.
Giving love
For amor,
Is not
To late.

Don't cage me
I'm not meant to be a slave.
Don't enslave me
Im a bird in trees with good daze.
Don't hit me
I'm a human being you know.
Don't tease me
Or my flaws will peek and show.
Don't beat me
I'm not meant for black and blue.
Just love me
Because at once I did love you.

Cool, relaxed, focused,
A good day, another bad
Will it be another hopeless.
Choking, on my own ashes
From heartbreak that passes
My now and nevermore.
I hated stuff from before,
You taught me I'm a woman
Not a girl, this is my world
This is my escape, my poetry
Rage, bitterness I must escape.
In extremis I am clouded by what
Was, what never was. But now
I can be better because I was shown
A premonition of my past,future, present self.
I'm still stuck
By
T
H
E

Past filth,

Where to go from here
My laugh is wide
My
H
E
A
D
S
In the peer.
Peering to a something
I dont know anymore.

Lay me down in syrupy Laugh's
Let me laugh myself to death
Let the shine be on my face
And the dirt beneath my
Fragile toes- upsprout
Through my mouth
Let me blossom like
Daisies in the sudden
Show---- lay me down
By the Riverside
Where a fire is
L-i-t and by and
By my hands will
Reach the morning
Sky's----glimpsing
Into the future,
Forgetting my
Past,no heart to
Be sold, my beats
Draw fast, no more
Emptiness of a vessel,
My veins are the pencils
That sketch the world
Around me.

Smack me
You did already,
By not paying attention
To the woman you have in front of you
Pendejo!

The worst
Pain of
It all- is
When
Your amor
Is dead
And
Go-
Ne-

When you get one
Try at this life
You better take
It- our breath's are
Quick and veins
Are thick. Though
Only so long does
The river blossom.

Happy wide eyed
Children turning
Into mazes and
Mixtures-- some
Die young, young
One's learn to draw.
Mom and dad's teach
Artistry by scissors.

What is and
Always was
The
BIGGER
P
I
C
T
U
R
E?
Dios
familia
amigos--
tu espíritu!
tu alma!
What's important to
You, decides
perpetuity-
Your destiny.

If you are going to let me fall
Have the *****
At least
To pick me
Back
     P...
U

What is a poeta
If they can't speak
Their thoughts.
What is a poeta
If their soul is
Bought.
What is a poeta
If they censor
Their words.
What is a poeta-
Ones voice who
Is heard.
What is a poeta?
Me and you.
Poesía can't
Be silenced,
We're not from
This world, were
Different, were
Truth.

Nicely penned
Well inked
Great write

All words of grace
From a poet.

To my fans and supporters
May the lights shine upon you
To trend
And defend
Poetry's
True.

My dulce kisses like poison baby
Don't dare come around wanting milk
When I have nothing but
Sweet pollen
And I'll ****** you quick
With it.

As a bee

To a petal ready to be infected

He stung

As the juice inside me got injected

P
   O
       L
          L
             I
               N
             A
          T
     E
D

A grip can be good on one's heart
Though alot of times
Squeezed to hard
Just might pop
Like a balloon.

I'm primed
A dime
Who needs no man's time
I'm fine.
I'm doing fine
Much better now 'hon'
Thanks
And your welcome.
Gracias!

Intimacy
Attachment
Endearment
Good reaction.
Two parts
One fraction.
Intimacy
Love
Kissing
Hugs.
Fondness-appreciation
Warmt­h
Adoration.
Ardor
Desire.
Marriage hood
Ignited fire.

Compassion
Caring
Courageous
Daring.
Regard
For another
Loving one
Love another.
Kindness
Good Will
No harm
All filled.

Romance
Love affair
Not in cheating
Not cheaters stare.
All things fair
All things true
I want just one
To say I do.

But I'm alone
I have no vows
My voice is marked
By Eerie sounds.
Consternation
Comes my way
Maybe tomorrow
Will be a brighter day.
But I will fight
Kick my sway
And hope a prince
Will surely stay.

I question my thoughts
Are they right? Are they planned
Am I a woman of strong demand?
Am I a lover? Fighter? Like a,man?
Or just a delicate flower who need's to be taught
What loving is and could be.
I might have known love before
Just not this place
Not this proceed.

I will step into
Illumination
Intrepid to
The so
Called
Strange.      My foot shall lift
Leaving me in bliss, unimpeded
From the bad things that try and make
Gain. No contrived copy or duplicate
To remain. Only natural to become.
As the become became a perfect
Example
Of
Sanity's sane.
I'm as rain falling through earth's atmosphere
Making puddles of poesía
Everywhere I go.

Why do we do better
To make things only worse
We make our houses big
Our kids are grown
Telecommunication
New yard, technical phones.
Staring out of our window
Lost, lonely in a thoughtful watch
Wondering will someone make it
To our door or stop on our block
Or leave us in our house alone
As the quiet loner's we are.

Take the blade
Oh I took that
Take the bullet
Oh I took that.
Take the tears
Oh I took that.
Take the fears
Oh yeah
Took that.
Take the pain
Yes
Took
That.
Take
My life. Oh
Yeah you
Took that.
Now I'm reborn!
Your gone.

I listened
And eagerly
I learned more about myself from seeing my past,
My face in the mirror
Showed me I'm no longer a little girl, my aging year's
Have brought me tears
And all my fears
In the end,
Always last.

Be happy
Try
To
S.m.i.l.e
It's ok
Stick around
Relax
For a while.

I just want to slither through the grass



Like a snake in a bush.



I want my life to last,


Continue the push.




Someone make me alive again



Make me enough



Only God can save me



From a tiresome flush.



I'm
Going
Down
Down up
Again
Spin around
life I've found
Life to begin


I've lost it
I'm gone with the wind
Not your original span
Of existence.


Reminiscence

Far past due.

A respirator
Need
Ed.
To pump me
Back to
Motion,
Want
Need
A man
Of devotion.
Oh wait
Never
Mind.
Don't want a man anymore
At least not now.
I'll be independent
I'll be somehow,

Handprints I left on the window of the homemade bread factory
When I was thirteen years of age.
That was my time of adolescent memory,mixed with moral decay.
My father had left me, mother was sold out to ***, pills, and her grave.
I was a fiber bug to the world of technology,
Just trying to escape.
The homemade bread factory was Nana's. My daddy's mother.
Me and Nana cooked real Mexicali dishes, made butterfly catches, and dream catchers to go with my teen wishes.
Nana's house was the bread factory.
The factory no longer up and runs.
How I miss Nana, her cooking, her being momma and daddy both.
I miss Nana's love the most,
How our Nana's can be daddy and mother at the same time.
Gods gift to any grandbaby.
Rest
Peacefully sweet Nana
R.I.p
Maria boudega conshito.

Tensions
Rise
Inside
My
Eyes
They
Call it suicide
To love
I call it risky
Call me frisky.

Take my heart and boil it
In your **** kiss and make me miss
What I once had,
Call me mami
I'll call you papi
No, not dad.
Make me happy
Keep me happy
No not sad
I'm not some playgirl
Robin hood.
As you claim to be.

Here he comes
His broadcast rays.
Hot-------
Chic. He's getting warmer,
He just might burst.
His boiling's reached
My feet.
emitting radiation
In his starburst color.
Mr sun, I love your
Warmth, I promise
I'm not cheating I don't want any other.

She's cold, she has holes
In her soles, she has
Soul, Mrs moon always
Knows, when the eclipse,
Will make her moan.
She Cry's, and she
Sleeps, she wonders why,
Her scene does creep.
But when it creeps
It lights the way,
For all the other
Planet days.

Mother earth
So they say.
Is really a
Child
An offspring that fades,
It's dying away
Beneath Mr sun.
Woman moon has lost her tune
The earth doesn't swoon
Like it used to.
So sisters and brothers
Meteorite and asteroid.
They love coming close
To each of the belts
To the sun, moon,
Earth. They won't avoid.

Rule #1
   Write poetry for you
Not other's.
Live by
This
   Rule
The rest
Of
Your life

I swore I heard you today
In the sound of my heart beat
It would beat bump, bump, stab!
That's sad.

I want my heart to be
Resplendent
As once was. I want
My
Roseate cheeks to sneak
Back out
From darkly dust.
I want someone to
Care
For
Me
To give me their life
And trust.
I want I want I want
Isn't that the human selfish game?
Yes!
We're all the same.

I'm not some
Cha cha cha
Chia
Pet
Where you can
Water my head
With lies
And watch me
Grow.

I'm more of the
Fly catcher

That catches you,
Churns you in
My salivic poison

I sit back while you
Drown
In my soiling
Growth.

**** me in
Spit me out
Touch my skin
Eat me out.
No not
That boy.
My heart
Give it
A
B
I
T
E.

Mexico city:
The metropolis of my mexicana heritage: Nirvana of the country.
Growing up here from the young innocence of a little girl
To seeing my cousin only being ten year's old
Shot and her innocence taken at only such a young time.
It showed me men's innocence: as you can say it showed me
Their difference.
Though we have no difference
The only difference isn't blood or ones thoughts.
We all think alike
Some crazier than other's.
The separation is love and hate
And you have to know how to separate the two,
Or you can be stuck in the middle to both love and hate.
One outdoes the other:
I'll stick to the loving path
Because you got to have an even balance
Or the scale will tip.

When the
D u
S t
Clears away-

You
(-) (-)
Who cares-

And who moves
Away-

My body is locked up
My brain is free
My tongue is tied
Self richeous suicide

In the illustrious pedway
I'll make my headway
Amor and peace today
Never to forget it- touch
And pet it because tommorrow
Just might not be here, I will
Throw away my fears, and forgive
Those who have caused me tears-
And make forgiveness my standard.
Ready always to give an answer
For what is my lively
Hope- giving Hello's and
Thanks to folks, on this splendid
Walking trail. Holding faith inside
My Grail, comfort in all detail- only
Arrives from heaven, and derives
From the sensitive cosmic sky's.

I will not
Forget
Where
I came from.
I will not look behind
When
It's
Forward
Where I am
Going.
I can see now
My heart is showing

A woman is
Not just some
House-slave-house-
Maid-property.
We are house-of-
God's beauty,
Shrine's not
For ruin.