"karina" poems
My curls are everything you wish you knew about me
But it won’t reveal my inner mystery
My hair means young, it means wild, it means free.
My Latina nature sometimes precedes my personality
People try to tell me who I am and they whisper, “I bet she…”
My curls are everything you wish you knew about me
He says, “I know about you Latin girls…” but the only one who can enlighten me about me, is me.
To them I’m nothing more than another Jenny from the Block, but I’m not here to entertain you, let me educate you
My hair means young, it means wild, it means free.
My curls exude confidence, beauty, and *** appeal; they keep secrets, create dreams, and remind me how bright I expect my future to be
My hair does define me. But not as you define it, as I do. I am everything I believe my hair means
My curls are everything you wish you knew about me
Latinas are fierce, they are fire, and they are dangerous. Maybe we’re that way because you won’t let us be.
Can I just be me? Why do I have to be the person you want me to be?
My hair means young, it means wild, it means free.
I’m tired of society’s shackles, so I ignore what society expects me to be
I love my curls, I love them when they’re frizzy, unkempt, and unruly. My curls are me.
My curls are everything you wish you knew about me
My hair means young, it means wild, it means free.
~Karina
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC
know god hard really oh used heal heart look stumble substance free feel soul want hell broken like compassion herbs shy shiny peaceful jim cigarettes beam stumbled peach pressure juice apathy jesus sing shades innocent lift content golden vital funny aim bob listening struggling doubting bars humility chairs boulevard coolest oppressor hellfire oppressors chaining homelessness macon doesn't he'll satan's hip-hop icehouse baybo hyena-laugh-like
pit-- thomas pottery churning bus boring builds unwilling marley insides captors slaves element severed leaking survived ***** kentucky brothels karina sitting walk people white hit mind help blessed night
hurting pray courage reminds fearful words talk song self die thoughts notice just home green make gets hands world speak ****** red fear fears stand hearts lonely heals stopped throat apple person awareness breaking black trees taught
yellow fallen answers spit *** dreads
heads gentle far pretty knew faded spirit minds pride hurt yes feeling knows crushed
tired tomorrow save
Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 5:38 AM UTC
pretty as a peach
innocent as the trees
gentle
peaceful
always content
and mine
Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 2:06 AM UTC
der sad vi
4 venner om et terrassebord
en tidlig tirsdag morgen
hvor solen var på vej op
småfulde, glade og trætte
efter én mandagsøl
der blev til flere
der blev til en flaske Southern Comfort
og vi skal være stille
for de andre i lejligheden sover
men vi fniser og er fulde
og Karina skal til eksamen i morgen
så det er vigtigt vi er stille
altanen vender ned mod gaden
og udsigten er eventyrlig
vi evaluerer aftenen og fniser igen
vi prøver at fnise stille, Karina jo
4 venner der er enige om
at denne aften har været sjov
4 venner der er enige om
at onklen og nevøen kunne lære det
da de blev smidt ud af dørmanden
4 venner der er enige om
at vi hvert fald skal i skole i morgen
eller det er jo faktisk senere i dag
eller det er jo faktisk om 3 timer vi skal møde
der bliver rullet en og den går på runde
for 2 er det første gang
for 2 er der ikke tal på gangen
den kører rundt og rundt om bordet
vi fniser igen, men dæmpet, Karina
3 tager hjem og 1 bliver tilbage
vi fniser hele vejen til bussen
hele vejen i bussen og hjem
3 bliver til 2, 2 bliver til 1
jeg er tilbage og når mine 14 kvadratmeter
jeg går i seng smilende
ikke fnisende, det gør 4 venner sammen
bare smilende
og føler mig velsignet over disse 4 venner
og dér er alt udmærket
(Marolle)
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 5:41 AM UTC
Nothing has ever felt the way you do.
Your skin, your smile, the loss of color in your
cheeks, the redness around those beautiful,
dark lashes after you've cried.
The way you make my mind drop all of its
useless content at the sight of your eyes.
The perfect beat of your heart when I lay my head on your chest, your scent.
Your limp skinny fingers, they're more than just flesh,
and bones. They're more than just you, and us.
Your mind and the way it works.
Your lips, your back, your legs, your soul.
I'm so in love with it all.
When I hold you, I feel as if I am lost in a dream,
Nothing feels more unrealistic than you.
Nothing feels worse than the pain, the worry,
the sadness that crawls slow and horrifically,
into my mind, my body, my soul when you hurt.
I wish I could carry it all away from you.
You are the last rose petal, and the saddest sun set.
And goodbyes with you, and 'see you laters'
are more than just phrases to me.
They're gashes, they're ghosts, they are leeches
that **** out your blood, and fire that burns.
And yes, it pains me to watch you go.
'Cause each step, and each mile you take, my heart
goes with you.
And your soul is more than just another metaphor.
Like all of them have been before.
Because nothing can ever, has ever, will ever
compare to you.
k.y
© 2015 karina y
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 12:05 PM UTC
To love at a distance can be torturous, as you always desire closeness to your beloved.
We lived in two different time zones
When the sun rise for me
The moon illuminate the night for her
When I'm wide awake
She's dreaming of a world unknown
I often urge for a touch
To clutch her in my arms
But each thought gets lost in the distance we share
Loving her is harder then loving her if she was here
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 12:48 AM UTC
Oops! There I go
Chasing that **** white rabbit
Wouldn't you know it
I tripped and fell down his hole
Arms flailing trying to grasp a hold
Passing by roots and sediment
Seeing places of before
Finally landing in a land unknown
*feels like Alice in wonderland...
changed to
Alice in Wonderful.....
The bright flashing lights
Tall skyscrapers touched
the tips of clouds
As automobiles whirred past.
No this was no wonderland
This was wonderful
As I drew breath
On a contaminated scent.*
Things have been flipped
What was up now down
What once was sweet
Turned sour on the tongue
I cannot trust a thing
Here my eyes are truly deceived
Right is wrong
Wrong is right
To trust my own heart
That I don't know
This wonderful land
Beats to a different type of band
*Left has become right
Every turn taken
Is another chance
To become lost.
My heart sings a tune
calming my soul
this wonderful land
cleanses my mind.
I guess I've been
here long enough
To feel a different
Kind of love.*
Pulled from the darkest recesses of my mind
My demons silenced
Here in this wonderful
Upside down world
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 6:31 PM UTC
.*oh, i can live in a small city, just give me the meat to taste on the tips of my fingers! and, yeah, i'll continue to confirm my base: **** you for the me who based myself in a Faustian lesson... you do the supermarket cashier favors'... i rather die with the ambitions of a beggar on the street... last one i heard? he said: my mother told me to only speak truth... yeah... i have the ambitions of a Diogenes.*
x-men apocalypse...
is, so much better
than the marvel
universe...
finale...
karina stow...
bye...
triggers...
i feel like:
i do want to shoot
a gun into a target...
even prostitutes
aren't as this,
overtly nervous...
eddie izzard
mingles with the early
singles of the corss...
you walk into
a jobcentre?
chances are...
you won't find
an application for a job
in a slaughter-house...
killing...
pig...
by the package-worth
of demands...
don't worry...
you're just stupid!
i want to work
in a slaughter-house...
but...
i guess i'm
too dumb...
too dumb to fish,
too dumb to...
do anything beside...
waiting
for the death of the
supermarket cashier role
of: standing still...
waiting for a role...
playing the gyspy
isn't in the jobcentre either...
you give me
one more take on
the role-play...
i want a job...
akin to
being a street-cleaner...
or working
the slaughter-house...
but those sort of works
are not made advert for
the unemployed...
so?
marvel: infinity
war *****
x-men: apocalypse?
black panther...
*****
spawn? rules!
the end.
ever walk into
a jobcenter...
being unemployed...
and...
there are no vacancies
for
positions in
a slaughterhouse?
lucky you,
lucky me.
sometimes...
a man...
just wants to ****
what he's about to eat...
y'know?
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 11:38 PM UTC
Dear friend I'm sorry
*the serpents inside of me
they crawl all over
throughout my body
egged and born early out of fate
out of destiny
triggered like a batting clock
basking in their there-ness
waiting-- to be used
to be struck alive
energy
negativity
just hatch-lings of change
they shiver and squirm
find direction within
and then they get hungry
slurping at everything
till they've tasted the honey
and kissed at my pain
they
then
knew their game
and
they eat it away
all my irritant thoughts
****** dry as they burrowed inside me
all day
all my sighing when sighted
they lick up delighted
my plight unknowing, and innocent then
unaware of, yet
they were my friends
but
they grew
in length, and in strength, and in appetite.
Hissing and Searching
slithering through every part
a presence unfelt
until
they found my heart
like a thick sack of milk
what a goldmine
what a find
these two serpents big and old
have grounded me
found my touch
attached onto to my soul and mind
all the pain saved for their glory
and doomed for mine.
And I felt them
against my blood they moved like slime
those serpentine lines rolled up my spine
From my heart
through my stomach
to my right brained side
devouring me
and stealing my time
and they **** me
they **** me
even today.
Even as I'm reaching for Goodbye*
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 6:48 PM UTC
I don't really know how to start this.
It's been exactly a year since I could call you a friend. More than a year since I could call you my best friend. Does it matter to you how I'm doing? Do you care that I'm moving in April? Do you care that it broke my heart when I found out you were in town the day of my wedding and not even that could get you to even send me a message? I care. I care how you're doing. I care that you were in town on my wedding day and didn't even tell me. I care that you call Linda your best friend now. I care about Andrea and Karina and the twins. I care about what you're doing. I care about how things affect you. And I feel stupid because I know you don't care. I know you don't care to tell me when you're in town. I know you don't care to tell me about any life updates. And I know you don't give a **** about how I'm doing. You made that clear the last time we talked. It's been a year since we've had a decent conversation and we were best friends since the sixth grade. That feeling couldn't have just went away because you felt like it. You know, people tell me I should just move on from you and get some new friends. And maybe they're right. But you were a big part in my life. It's hard to just let that go.
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 2:09 AM UTC
Dear Esteemed Karina, they are both exquisite. If I say I like this one, I would do injustice to the other. Each creates its own mood and exudes its own depth and beauty. If you ask me to compare the beauty of two women, I would have the same problem, so I say--they both have their individual charm.
Haiku on 'the abstract light blue'
Feelings have their moods
sad hearts tend to prefer blue
sort of pain subdued.
Haiku on 'Wintry Evening'
Wintry evening
grey shadows descend on trees
not a soul in sight
Feb 12, 2021
Feb 12, 2021 at 1:15 AM UTC
It was a gloomy and rainy day outside.
Yet, in my mind the day was a sunny with a light spring breeze.
I thought, “I want to lose myself in the outdoors by taking a walk, kissing the sun on her cheek, listening to the chirping birds and tuning in to nature’s silent songs”. This thought made my heart dance with joy.
My dear friend, what shapes your life and fills it with happiness are the positive thoughts that you feed your mind.
Hussein Dekmak
Photo is courtesy of ‘Karina Sherwin Bloom’
Mar 19, 2022
Mar 19, 2022 at 11:56 PM UTC