"sandoval" poems
You said you
were made to
swim free;
but, my darling
I'm a harbor not
the sea..
Sandoval
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 12:15 PM UTC
To have found you within a million galaxies was already magical enough.
-Sandoval
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 4:31 AM UTC
You begged me,
to fall in love with the
moon.
So I could get
accustomed to having all of
you,
but then, none
at all too..
Sandoval
Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 3:42 PM UTC
I was an infant soul.
He came to me in my dreams
as a lullaby only I could sing.
And he watched as I swiftly
rocked myself into a romance
only him and I could sway to.
Sandoval
Dec 20, 2021
Dec 20, 2021 at 1:46 PM UTC
I am not a princess
that needs to be saved.
I am a broken warrior,
a Valkyrie in distress.
An echo of a forgotten
strength that always comes
back in vigorous ways.
Sandoval
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 4:08 PM UTC
She
looked for
love in
closed lips;
being deaf
to all the
rest calling
out
her name.
Sandoval
Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 4:22 AM UTC
The devil
exists;
he's a pair of
green eyes,
and a 2 AM text
message in the
dark..
Sandoval
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 5:11 PM UTC
I tore down every bridge,
and every wall to let you in.
I dried lakes, rivers, oceans,
to save you from drowning.
I found myself,
draining in weakness to strengthen you.
You became powerful, you became immortal,
you became my god.
Now I clench onto this sadness of mine.
The loneliness you left behind.
Its the only thing that reminds me,
our story was once alive.
Its my safe place.
When you're gone,
and I need a muse to help
bleed all this pain out.
Like tonight,
when writing about the moon,
can no longer help me survive.
Sandoval
Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 5:20 AM UTC
I am not paradise.
I am a broken angel.
A featherless pair of wings
and a burnt out halo
this is what you'll get
with me.
Sandoval
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 4:54 PM UTC
You are as deep as i am in the universe, for the constellations in your eyes know no boundaries. Your soul which moves your hands and squints your eyes, was made up of fallen stars and burnt out suns. Your mind which no other will ever fathom, is connected to mine through silent words, and screaming galaxies.
-Sandoval
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 11:40 AM UTC
Poetry has never hurt like this before. I beg of you, drown this
hurt, and **** it with your last touch. Touch my skin with your lips, let them rest against my bare neck. And let me drown in
you as well the disillusionment of a love separated by the stars. Spare me one last look, tame in me this fire that yearns for you,
this fire that can't be put out. Save me. From myself, one last night, before we say goodbye.
Sandoval
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 3:00 AM UTC
They tried to break me, but this
blood that runs in me, is made of ink.
And these unbreakable bones, are made of poetry.
Sandoval
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 1:42 AM UTC
Be happy with her.
Leave me alone to die,
with your broken song still inside of me.
Though its melody is now old,
and out of tune.
It still remains my favorite
sound.
Sandoval
Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 2:22 AM UTC
I bleed
words
not blood;
so if you hurt me,
I'll scar
verses,
not wounds.
Sandoval
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 7:47 PM UTC
And if you
silence me,
let it be from
your eyes
intertwining
into mine
like two *
constellations*
traveling through
time.
Sandoval
Jan 11, 2021
Jan 11, 2021 at 11:57 AM UTC
And, I'll think of you. Through syllables of broken words, through my
silences that only scream come back. I'll remember you as the
flower that grew out of winter and misses its spring petals.
-sandoval
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 4:24 AM UTC
I saw my reflection in the glass that I lifted to my face. It was the
reflection of a drunken disappointment, and this red wine tasted
like loneliness and sad poetry. I don't know what you did to
me, but
Hemingway, Neruda and Fitzgerald all went down in history,
and I'm starting to understand why. Unrequited love. One more sip
and the next drunken poet is me.
-Sandoval
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 7:41 PM UTC
He's the devil;
reincarnated in a teasing smile.
He's hell running around
with the taste of caution
on his lips.
His sinful eyes, and
coward touch
overrule a thousand kingdoms
in paradise.
He's my only eternity,
the only pair of eyes I want
to remember when I'm stranded
in that sweltering darkness
everyone fears so much.
Hes a million sunsets giving life to an
eternal moonlight, though his
sunrises will never be mine to own,
his fickle moon sets will
always guide me back to
him..
Sandoval
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 6:17 PM UTC
But it was my fault
thinking we could build statues out of dust
we dissolved with the wind
and when autumn came
we became ruins inhabited by
the memories of May.
Sandoval
Sep 23, 2021
Sep 23, 2021 at 7:08 PM UTC
I listen to the sound
of the waves.
Looking for a clue,
an echo of your silence.
And I patiently
wait for you.
Like Amphitrite
waited for Poseidon.
Sandoval
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 4:03 AM UTC
- Her soul whispered tales about the moon, her essence carried this luminous dust as if she came from the stars. As if the sun had fallen in love with her and would brighten skies everyday just to find her.
-Sandoval
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 6:16 AM UTC
I feel myself forgotten, like a lost voyage with no destination.
Sandoval
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 2:49 AM UTC
You think you know love when you feel your stomach filled with butterflies.
You think nothing is the same once you feel them fly.
But one day you'll know love.
Although those butterflies will die.
They'll be replaced with little kicks
That turn into a freshly mopped floor covered in tiny muddy footprints.
True love is slow to anger.
And it's crazy how your little one is part you and part someone once a stranger.
With whom you now share a heart.
That lives outside your body,
adorable and smart.
Now imagine, another little one your lover brought to you. Part him and part stranger but the Stanger isn't you.
Imagine, if you can,
You love them both the same.
Such perfect little boys
They will bring you many joys.
But also much pain.
Sometimes it feels like a push and a shove.
But I promise you one day,
you will know love.
It will not sound like the "I love you"
That your mother used to say.
Or any of the sweet lies from before she gave you away.
Or the love HE tried to show you when he snuck into your little bed.
It won't feel like any
untruth that he put into your head.
You won't make your parents mistakes
Because these boys were sent to you from your Father from above.
So even when the thought shakes you,
Don't be scared to love.
© copyrighted Nicole Ann Sandoval
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 1:43 AM UTC
Poor little
Mexican
girl;
in love
with the all
American
boy..
-Sandoval*
Oct 7, 2019
Oct 7, 2019 at 3:06 PM UTC