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Lara Trujillo Jun 2015
Exhausted and ill tempered
Laying in silk, white sheets.
Embrace me
For I am now breathless
The simple pleasures of laying in bed
Lara Trujillo Jun 2015
Mellow at sunset
Never ending dancing in the shore
Carelessly flailing my arms to the sleepy sun
A warm welcoming dance to the moon
I am your daughter
Lara Trujillo Jun 2015
Luz
No soy un soldado
sin embargo, a muchas batallas me he enfrentado,
Han sido dificiles y no todas las he ganado

No soy heroina y a muchos monstruos me he enfrentado,
Tal vez alguno me ha tirado
pero ninguno de ellos me ha aplastado

A mi modo soy feliz, creo que nadie se lo imagina
pero en mi interior yo lo se: soy mucha medicina
A poem my mother wrote for me for a class. Since it belongs to her, her name is the title.
Lara Trujillo Jun 2015
Lingering in words you will not speak
only slightly bemused
to know your phrase brings back bad news.
Far fetched spring and healthful
meadows to be so true
Maybe promenades are your sweetest alludes
Dedicated to the person I considered the love of my life for most of my adulthood. May he find peace within himself
Lara Trujillo Jun 2015
Leaping and twirling in an inflated
black dress that reached right below my feet
Hoping to be greeted by Death's first cousin;
could he be "Asleep"?
Lara Trujillo May 2014
Wallowed in gray
Discovered by gloom
Resurrected
Drowned by monsoon

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