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Moonlight's Bright Tonight, Part 3

Moonlight's bright tonight.
Let's go outside and play.
We can run until dawn.
Morning's still far away.

Embrace the lingering warmth
From the setting of the sun.
Streets grant one true path.
Night calls our return.

In silence the river washed
Our dreams from the shore.
Shiny speckles of sand
Are ours no more.

We’re left vacant and empty
With no pathway home,
Yet the streets keep calling,
Calling our

Categories: growingup, adventure, analogy, courage, marriage,
Form: Rhyme

for the girls

i didn’t think it was bad,
till i’m sat in bed
flipping through my pictures,
wishing i was thinner.
i catch myself clicking edit
then scrolling the options,
moving the dial further and further back
until there’s almost nothing left.
i would always hate on girls,
the ones that hated themselves
until i realised i turned into what
i swore i’d never be,
pointing out flaws no

Categories: growingup, 11th grade, addiction, anger,
Form: Free verse

What Hurts The Most

What hurts more than the fact
I didn’t get to say goodbye
Is the fact
They’ll never see what I become.

Categories: growingup, death, grandparents, grief, growing
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

42

For it to…  
For it too—  
Four and two.  
Forty-two!

A number?—or a gate?  
Where past meets present,  
And dreams no longer wait—  
Fighting, and finding—their rightful place.

For it to…  
For it too—  
Four and two?!  
Forty-two!

An age where silence breaks,  
Where the pen takes its

Categories: growingup, age, art, birth, confidence,
Form: Free verse

Who am I

Who am I,
but a woman with atlas's burdens on her shoulders.

Who am I,
but a little girl trying her best in life's arena.

Who am I, 
but a flower waiting to bloom in withering winter.

Who am I,
but an impostor trying to find balance in the injustice and fog.

Who am I,
but structured stardust in the blazing sun.

Categories: growingup, angst, anxiety, career, encouraging,
Form: Free verse

Dinnertime Stories

Did you know that it is dinner, my dear?
You forever in your room thee door shut.
You needeth join us, lend a willing ear? 
Thee father has great stories of wisdom.

You make your ears always deaf to our speech, 
Refusal brings no supper to your plate.
Ungrateful child, listen to your dad preach,
Remember, child, we are your

Categories: growingup, childhood, deep, family, for
Form: Sonnet

Where I'M From

I’m from the smell of cafe con leche dancing around the house and
los primos already full of energy in the backyard.
I’m from guava and cream cheese crackers for breakfast and 
the constant sound of abuela saying “come mas mi vida”,
I’m from the smell of fabuloso and mama’s radio never failing
to wake the family up on

Categories: growingup, 10th grade, child, childhood,
Form: Free verse

Cardboard Boxes

What colors would my life shine
if we had not moved all the time?
In every home, I felt quite sure
my bedroom walls felt me there;
as eyelids sighting proof I had lived,
they'd hold my poetry as their truth.

Then would come the cardboard boxes
that unlike walls, did hold my life's causes.
Past walls of white, yellow, blue and pink
all

Categories: growingup, change, confusion, emotions, family,
Form: Free verse

Sing Little Sunflower

SING LITTLE SUNFLOWER 

Sing little sunflower sing,
It is the middle of spring

Shine your face to the Son,
Your gifts are a little more than one. 

Your mother is Ebony, your father, white rose.
Doesn't matter what some think, when God truly knows

Our share of sorrows, we shall rightfully own,
The harvest we reap, are from the seeds we

Categories: growingup, daughter, leaving, teen,
Form: Ode

Lost

Do you still search mirrors, looking for me?
Do you now look outward–in to where you were,
    but have never really been?
Like a stubborn cobweb, you dust my tired mind
   and pool my older tears as my feelings rewind.
You sought to be lost upon untreaded paths
   seeded with selfish

Categories: growingup, depression, heartbreak, lost,
Form: Free verse