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Estefana Pereda Poem
what is this i see
a piece of trash lingering next to me
discarded and blue
a wrapper so full of
of memory
of rememberance
of shine and the spectacular
of laughing children
it's so venecaular
because smiling
faces are rearraging
heartful changes
of turning six
and growing up
because this one blue wrapper
is so old and yet so magical
transform a child and let them grow
gifts are pleasent and it's
what this wrapper did unfold
one more year, one more memory
we did see
what i saw, one wrapper
so raw, so plain
thrown away, just discarded
how vain
but it is anything but plain
it's beauty you see
because
it transformed a child and led to happiness
and thats greater then any one thing....
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Estefana Pereda Poem
Ethereal day
where sunshine invades the day
white cloud , dark eye
these visions
how they comply
and lastly impress golden virtues
to the express
or expressly
sent to the soul
with the broken heart
who will seep and seep
like dripping water
whose droplets will meet the floor in puddles
deep puddles
that will crowd the floor
like pool of tears who shower and make fears
known to all who are drenched in there outlets
but my dark eyes will keep blind and not
show the sadness that lurks in my mind
but instead live the day the ethereal day
where sunshine will invade the day
and my likely skill will fake a smile
for this day.
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These brown eyes drip droplets of tears
Tears that must flow
cuz im not one to mask sadness
tears that eventually help repair and heal
in order to produce sunshine and happiness
to this pale face, ghost-like in every way
I try to illuminate for others
try to be cherry
even when most likely the inside is bothered
a little smeared
a little tainted.
The soul is always wandering. My soul it wants to escape
because this body is far to tormented
my hands, my head,
my arms, my legs, Belly and all that makes me
is a prison to this soul
so as i close these brown black eyes my
soul will leave and roam the night sky
to only be taken aback by the blink of my eyes
who see massive black clouds and realizes that
immortality exists because at that very moment
my body has no soul, no guidance, emotion
I panic and ask him to save me, help me wake up to this
everlasting nightmare. I dont live in silence because it creates torment.
So I become the noisemaker
in order to produce solitude.
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Estefana Pereda Poem
As many a day
when all obstacles are thrown my way
I awake to bitter sweet reality
where im so happy and yet so sad
so withdrawn and yet so social
so confident and insecure
so real and yet so uncertain
my friends they circulate aroun me
i make there day
but sumtimes it feels that i should not live this day
i want life
sometimes wanting to end it
i feel accomplished and smart
but know my mind has ended
i cease to give up
but i constantly never try
i always laugh and smile
but inside i cry
im so nice
but im a dog that lies
i want so much
and yet deserve so little
nuthing is enough
and i have plenty
then i tell myself
i am me and
i am merry
i think too much
but i admit plenty
i release
all my problems
and that takes courage
so others
will rise and follow.
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Black and white
left and right
up and down
starry night, luminous day
trusting friends, betrayals in the end
play it straight, admit your gay
come becuz you will eventually go
closests friends, oh so far away
i smile, i cry
i want but dont know why
this person, just a guy
he's so sweet so benign
i need him want to make him mine
but he is weak at the same time
so fragile, no voice, i need strength...
but still i need him......
he's not my kind...
different race
different mind
not accepted to others
as someone who can be right
as a partner......
but black and white
are two distinct colors
but each comply
becuz in life there is always 2 sides
and when they meet all is right.
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