De nuevo mi mano va hacia mi pecho, no por querer, sino porque me escribiste, y se me acelera el corazón. Si, como la primera vez, fue raro sentir de nuevo. Hacía tiempo que no te presentabas así, pero mi corazón se acelera. Solo vivía pensando en ti. Lo que me enviaste fue extraño, por lo menos para mí. Eran videos de un artista que sabes que nos gusta, con letras de sus canciones que al final me conmovieron. Pero al final pensé: "todos iguales", por eso mi decisión no cambiará. Y aunque me muera por el hecho de tus labios besar, mejor me pongo a pensar en mí. Ojalá dejes de molestar, aunque en lo profundo de mí no quiero eso. Quiero que vengas y me convenzas con mil besos, pero como es imposible que pase, será mejor olvidarte. Pero no puedo dejar de pensar en el sentimiento de la melancolía, que hace que mi cuerpo se inunde y mis ojos se llenen. Mi corazón suena como tambor, y mi mente solo quiere pensar en amar. Pero al final, todo es fantasía. Tú te vas y yo me quedaré con el sentimiento de la melancolía y el ruido de las olas del mar.
Categories:
gusta, dedication, depression, destiny, goodbye,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Había cometido un error
Yo tambien tengo el castigo
Pero estas acusado
No me gusta esto
el corazón lo hace,
Te viviré con toda felicidad ...
Oh vida, no hay culpa en esto ...
como decirte
lo especial que eres para mi
Como si tuviera toda la felicidad del mundo
Eres ese sentimiento feliz ...
Tengo miedo de perderte en alguna parte
Este pensamiento aterroriza al corazón
Algunos hermosos momentos que mostraste
Entonces recuerdo que ...
corazón, ¿eso esconde?
de los ojos de este mundo
Desearía saber todo esto
Pero no tengo el derecho ...
No dejaré que nadie levante mis dedos sobre ti
estás indefenso pero no débil
el corazón lo hace,
Viviré contigo toda la felicidad
Oh vida, no hay falta en esto.
Categories:
gusta, absence, addiction, devotion, first
Form: Free verse
They arrived at the fixed address and rapped on the door
she was either sleeping or what appeared to be dead
four eyes glued to the window, she was laying on the floor
all around her were empty gallons of paint, OD'd on lead
Through a smashed window they came and tried to revive
the ambulance came and took her to the nearest hospital
Her call came in when she was still coherent and alive
"I need fifty gallons of paint , no this isn't a crank call"
What were they to do with fifty gallons of paint and a truck
now that they had the afternoon off they were gonna paint
so they went to the little church to see Father MaCulluch
we can paint this place for free then they watched him faint,
He shrugged and said in Spanish, "Amigo, no me gusta !"
the altar lay bare and forlorn its as if Jesus was saying
paint amigos paint, Coyotito heard an echo "estrella "
and so he painted til' the stars came out while praying
Padre nuestro que estás en los cielos .
Categories:
gusta, addiction,
Form: Quatrain
On October 11
By Valerie Odom
Jan 31, 2017
On October 11
You’ll finally receive the news
That
I’ve been waiting to tell you my whole life
No it’s not a phase
I apologize for dissembling my true spirit
I do not care if you don’t accept me
I do not care if you leave me
Because the only person who has my word is me
Me gusta las chicas
If you don’t get it by now
Google it
October 11
I will always be true
But you do not ask
Me these things
I am in need of
C’s not D’s
B’s not P’s
Not some random letters but censored meanings
A reverse like my poem
I apologize for dissembling my true spirit
No it’s not a phase
I’ve been waiting to tell you my whole life
That
You’ll finally receive the news
On October 11
Categories:
gusta, celebration, dedication, emotions, october,
Form: Bio
Fear of the future,
And Faces by fates,
Ends in a failure.
Thoughts of her,
And You a diehard,
A sweetheart you get.
Me gusta you be,
And ask out,
A date it be.
Keep fantasizing,
Away from her smiling,
Then be waiting,
A question coming.
Why off-hook,
Why shying you look,
Say, Timid she makes you be,
And lie, your thoughts she can't see.
I have love in the wild,
Long lost, unable to find,
A question then ask.
You have what it takes,
To go wild without the fakes,
Ask, willing to help me make,
Through life, through hardships?
A no would be obvious,
Carefree she will say,
Or taken she will lie.
Don't you give up,
Rather along stay up,
And care, and stand up,
She might give in,
And in love, fall in.
You are mine, say often,
Your words, try soften,
In your life she will remain.
Success in sorries,
Silent love in phases,
Be the formula for future.
Categories:
gusta, adventure, appreciation, friendship, funny,
Form: Ballade
Who am I, where am I from
I’m a girl who ancestors are from Mexico, Puerto Rico, and Panama
See me I don’t know the whole enchilada
My zodiac sign has to do with Aqua
I walk up to you and say, “ Hola amigo, como esta”
You reply to me and say,” Muy bien y tu.”
I say, “Bien mucho gracias.”
I can’t really have a conversation in Espanol
Because I only know boquito
Como te llamas, do you know mine
Me llamas est Preciosa
Me gusta el color Amarillo
You can walk up to me and bring out the mexican in me
Bring out the rice and beans
The whole encilada
Bring out the de le manana
I’ll get back to ya
If I saw you in Puerto Rico I would say
Bueno? Que traes or oye tocayo
I will introduce you to my traditional food
Burritos
Enchiladas
Bolillos
Carne abada
You bring out the Mexican in me
Categories:
gusta, friendship, life,
Form: Lyric
I am who I am and who I am is a pickle
Pickle rhymes with nickle and nickle rhymes with rhymes with pimples and pizza
Me gusta el pizarron
That is board in ESPANOL
I like to fart on my friends
I have no shame
That's why they gave me my nickname
El Farticus
I'm named after the ancient greek philosopher Socrates who farted on his enemies
I live in a cave with other pickles such as myself
The nicest pickles are the young ones who are still cucumbers
Me gusta young girls
I am old
Goodbye
Categories:
gusta, anniversary, anti bullying, beautiful,
Form: I do not know?
Te encuentro sentada admirando la nada
pero sé que en el fondo hay fuego en tu calma
me miras despacio, mas tu pasión en apuro
te imaginas mis caricias y me sientes desnudo
Me hablas sin voz de una entrega feliz
en la que nada se pierde, día de sol o día gris
me gritas súbitamente que te haga el amor
porque abajo ya no puedes contener el calor
Me insistes sin bulla que la ropa te arranque
y que haga contigo lo que me de la gana
que te tome entre mis brazos aunque sea por un instante
y que sin misericordia, te de un beso que mata
Te gusta saber que en realidad nada nos ata
ni el dinero, ni la rutina que a la gente aburre
contigo los secretos en la tumba se quedan
quieres que suavemente lo prohibido te susurre ...
Categories:
gusta, passion, me, sin,
Form: Rhyme
I hope I am able to make you smile,
Since that is what I am trying to do,
By using poetry to flirt with you,
Adding another sonnet to your file.
So, as this poetry begins to pile,
I will continue to try something new,
Doing something special that very few
Men will do, since writing is not their style.
If you like, I will continue to write
Your poetry, meant to light up your face.
I will keep my objective in my sight,
While continuing to set the right pace.
And, if you allow me to, I just might
Continue to pay respect to your grace.
Espero que yo sea capaz de hacerte sonreir,
Desde que es lo que estoy tratando de hacer,
Mediante el uso de la poesia a coquetear con usted
Anadir otro soneto a su archivo.
Asi que, como esta poesia comienza a acumularse,
Voy a seguir intentando algo nuevo,
Hacer algo especial que muy pocos
Les hombres hacen, ya que la escritura no es su estilo
Si te gusta, voy a seguir escribiendo
Usted poesia, destinado a iluminar su rostro.
Voy a mantener mi objetivo en mi vista,
Ademas de seguir para establecer el ritmo adecuado
Y, si me permiten, yo solo podria
Continuar a pagar respecto a su gracia.
Categories:
gusta, dedicationme, poetry,
Form: Italian Sonnet
What is love?
I don't know.
Maybe you do, but I doubt it.
Love – what a wild crazy thing it is.
So much written and said yet so little understood.
¿Qué es el amor?
No lo sé.
Quizás sí, pero lo dudo.
¿Qué es el amor?
Me encanta una persona especial con la pasión total y el deseo
Take from me the ardent physical passion and sexual desire with a special someone and I
would be sad and heartbroken.
Is this love?
¿Qué es el amor?
Me encanta la poesía.
Take from me poetry and I would be sad and heartbroken,
Is this love?
Nothing to do with passion and sex
Yet – “I love poetry”.
¿Qué es el amor?
Me gusta mucha gente.
Take from me these people and I would be sad and heartbroken.
Is this love?
Nothing to do with passion, sex, or poetry
Yet – “I love many people”.
¿Qué es el amor?
Pasiones diversas para el sexo, la poesía, muchas personas - la misma cosa?
Diverse passions for sex, poetry, many people – the same thing?
Is this love?
I cannot tell you because I do not know what love is.
Maybe you do, but I doubt it.
¿Qué es el amor?
No lo sé.
Quizás sí, pero lo dudo.
Categories:
gusta, life, lovesad, me, people,
Form: Free verse
too much trabajo tomorrow
too much tequila today
a spec of mota in la morning
will make me gusta okay
mas tequila
Categories:
gusta, life
Form: Rhyme