Category Archives: Poetry

Loosed

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Posted on April 26, 2013 by

~Letizia Dorigo

 

The demons have returned,

but in reality they never left.

I created this shell

because my real self was fragile

and scared,

and was not accepted.

This shell is far from normal,

but people love her.

If you tell a lie enough times it becomes true,

and I have lived so long in my mask

that I don’t know what I’m protecting anymore.

Now the fear and vulnerability that

I thought I had locked away,

they are on the surface.

In reflection I realize they were never

protected,

merely stifled,

and now they are thirsty for air.

I don’t try at anything so that

when I fail, it is deserved—

because I didn’t really try.

Yet this backfired because I often

succeeded without trying.

I can’t accept failure if I have done my best.

If my best is not good enough,

then what can I do…?

There is always improvement…

but I am so impatient.

Yet I am growing and improving against my will,

it is just part of the natural cycle of things.

And this man has knocked down

all my walls at once,

as if the city of my soul were named Jericho

and he resounded the magic trumpet.

So where do my cards lay now?

I can’t rely on my uncanny luck,

because luck is by definition unreliable.

I have always turned to myself for solace…

and like a vampire, sucked what I could from

those around me that were…

disposable.

Those people would be the men,

the men I hated myself for needing.

And now the breakdown breakup cycle has stopped…

and I could be free,

free to be single….

but this man is here for me now,

and I cannot push him away,

because this part of me knows he’s not going to push back,

but rush at my paltry defenses and

then embrace me,

even though I tried to forsake him.

A poem in honor of International Women’s Day (3/8/13)

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Posted on March 10, 2013 by

~Matriz
I’ve been a woman

too long searching
for ways to escape this cocoon
to spread wings wide, no longer hide
my being, my heart, my life.

Aching to find my way home
to this body, through this voice
no more asking permission
to be me, know myself
be at one with destiny.

Today, International Women’s Day
in honor of women born before
in thanks to women here now
I offer a prayer, a divine mandala
color of freedoms and dreams.

Bless this awaited return
to the roots of our sacred knowing
that while our days are numbered
our presence will be counted
in courage bared, in love shared.

For when we stand, live out loud
rescue our trampled souls
we heal the spirit within
to humbly transform, to proudly say
I’ve been a woman.

[.]

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Posted on March 5, 2013 by

 

dot
spot
period

I marvel at how
ever since I was
somethingteen
my life has been
p u n c t u a t e d
by this cycle
this ritual
this
period
.

without even asking my permission
it began to define me

“You are now
a woman”
period
.

but I was still
just a girl
and all the
bleeding
and aching
and rending of
flesh
from
flesh
all the
sloughing off of skin
shedding of the old womb
the unused womb
just felt gross
period
.

not noble
not earthywisegoddess

just awkward
period
.

terrified of that
ill-fated day
when
doom-of-all-doom
tampon would overflow
pad would overflow
panties
onto
pants
bleeding into
public view

nightmare
mortification
I hate this
period
.

but this will define me
I am now woman
I am creator
life-giver
identity in motherhood
those who may be birthed of
my loins
will validate me
mother
woman
period
.

what if I mother in other ways
than conceiving
and delivering
from my
womb?

what if I call those ones
children
who
of my flesh were not born
but to my soul
are eternally knit?

what if my mind
is more fertile
than my
uterus?

what if poems
and programs
and
transforming community
are my offspring?
period
.

am I still a woman?

and if I don’t think it
beautiful
or
magical
that my insides
twist
and
wrench
while
flesh
tears from
flesh
while I still deliver reports
compile data
network and visioneer
unflinching

am I still a woman?

these seasons are a part of me
winter
spring
summer
and
autumn
cycling through my body
through my soul
every 28 days
period
.

woman is who I am
period
.

blood
and
softness
and
compassion
and
nurturing
and
fierce
and
intuition
and
tender
and
strong
and
wound
and
create
and
conceive
and
labor
and
agony
and
empathy

me
period
.

~jenuine
3-5-2013

Scars Of My Past

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Posted on November 25, 2012 by

~Cristina Navarro

Broken promises are thrown into the water as they scatter into the blue sea disappearing instantly

Raped of innocence

Vision of my past makes my heart starved for starvation

Destruction of my womanhood taunting me like it just occurred

Living a life that seems like a fairytale

Mirror Mirror on the wall who is the saddest of them all?

My heart shatters into broken pieces as they stumble past my heart

It lies on the cold concrete

A venomous wound standing alone and cold in summer

 Living in a world  of uncertain feeling

Image of pretty rainbow and sweet melody of the hummingbird

The spell is uncast I have awoken back to reality

Broken spirits

The devil took my  soul

Vision of my childhood as I am dancing with my enemy

Tears are streaming down my face creating a pretty red pond

Reaching adolescence feeling corrupt by rage

As my eyes are filled with anger

Resentment fills though each part of my body

Unable to trust those near me

I give them my love and they only want my lust

Living in denial I am starving for happiness

Walking down the pathway

With my head up high and a perfect smile

As if life is perfection

Only You

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Posted on October 13, 2011 by

~Jessieca Cervantes

You are the master and student.
You are everything and nothing.
And only you can bring yourself salvation.
Do not depend on a certain location, physical thing, or name to give that to you.
Freedom does not come from any future event or person whom you may meet.
The true place of liberty can only be entered through the N O W
~
be still.
~
B R E A T H E

Question

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Posted on October 13, 2011 by

~Jessieca Cervantes

As these words flow through thy ears, know that of which we are is much more than any description that is possible to hear, see, read, think, and even write. Feel the life in the body, the truth resides inside. Do you feel the vibe? Positive or negative state of mind, soak it in. Anything may have a way to either make us decay or be alive. Rhymes, buildings, relationships, etc. are created through the spark of inspiration. Oh… love has just came into attention. Essence asks of us to be aware to perform with quality is the intention. Focusing on our role which we take on this journey, whenever lost or locked on to our worry, remember we just forgot, labels and attachment obscured the connection with the Satori.
~ Lessons learned, knowledge gained, evolution is the concern, in the soul, wisdom has always remained.

Chemical Free

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Posted on October 13, 2011 by

~Jessieca Cervantes

O H . . .
This tree (:
and it’s leaves
look at it
without thinking, observe it be
B R E A T H E
Chemical free
Such tremendous beauty is possible to perceive
NATURE AND WE
are all connected in a way that is beyond any idea our human brain may conceive
however… ULTIMATELY it is up to these
eyes, ears, nose, mouth, body and state of mind
how one decides to recognize what is seen
it’s all about perspective see!
~
entwined within is everyone’s inner demon
identifying with form; attachment
it judges, blames, complains, fears, resists, holds grudges (and much more) about anything
does not care of what side it is in
because all it feeds on is self inflicted mental suffering
TODAY is still runs deep in the veins of our population distorting everything in the environment
O R I G I N A L S I N
~
another look at religion
we began in heaven
unaware of the joy given
The first bite of the apple from the green serpent
planted and nourished the knowledge of hell but learn to F O R G I V E
because N O W we know the difference
only in the here and now is when we ever make a decision
not in the past or in the future
but in that gap where our higher being moves and plays it dances and grooves through our body all the while
P E A C E
is placed and as it vibrates love emanates…
remember is our choice
hate or joy?

Race?

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Posted on October 13, 2011 by

~Jessieca Cervantes

being hardly ever okay with the our story and it’s placement adds a low energy flow onto creation
notice that it brings unease through every choice taken
follows wherever we go whether it we stay here or a trip out of the nation
watch it as it spreads further through different heads and locations
we get hate and desires to have total domination
insane ideas to divide the people; segregation
contemplation
.

Constantly chasing
always trying to get somewhere
stressing, searching thy self in the clothes, hair, shoes we wear
See that this reality is fleeting, and there is much more to care for
because if we cant find fulfillment in these things that come and go, what are we to do?!
temporarily does it heal our blues
so understand this clue
move or just be
look at the truth, accept the lies and leave it behind
we expect too much and want more
than whats there in front of our face
hello human race, cant we see that all we need is right here?
.

feel that heart pump
compassion beats deeper than the blood that runs behind that chest
listen to the stillness underneath and between each breath
it’s beyond any name or title you may call it, I confess,
I’m in love with the highest vibration
this space i speak of, brings mind, body, and soul into a whole
realizes we are one
balanced.
Remember that all in essence is true divinity.

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