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Jessica Alvero Poem
Before you say you love her
Have a drink with her first
Wait until she becomes intoxicated
Not to take advantage of her but notice the way she acts when she's drunk,
Inebriated giggles and unwomanly speech with all sorts of curses
Would you still love her?
Before you say you love her
Take a shower with her first
Wait until all the traces of make-up disappears
As soon as the eyebrow powder, foundation and lipstick fades
Look at her bare face.
Would you still love her?
Before you say you love her
You have to undress her first,
Wait until she is completely naked
Not to make love to her but stare at her imperfect physique
Look closely at her scars and those tiger-like stretch marks.
Would u still love her?
Before you say you love her
Sleep beside her and spend the night with her first
Listen to her loud snores and notice her annoying gestures
Wait until she wakes up in the morning
Look at her uneven-toned, oily and acne-filled face.
Would u still love her?
Before you say you love her
Have late night conversations with her first,
Wait until she tells you all her secrets
Notice all her failures, insecurities and trust issues- all her flaws
Are you still willing to accept every inch of her?
Would you still love her?
Copyright © Jessica Alvero | Year Posted 2019
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Behind those hidden marked wrists
Are lies, skepticism and fears
Behind those calloused, clenched fists
Is a cauldron of uncontrollable tears.
Behind those evident scars
Is a constant cycle of sorrows
An imaginary fiend that mars
A twinge that only herself knows.
Behind those unappealing blotches
Are griefs, worries and insecurities
Inflictive pain worth a million degrees
Coupled with regrets and negativities.
Behind those ugly knife marks
Is an unfathomable, aesthetic heart
Who got fed up with judgment and remarks
But was actually dauntless from the start.
Behind the so-called 'stupid cuts'
Is depression that she tried to overcome
Abaft her courage and remarkable guts
Is a doltish move for some.
Behind those wrists is the sickening dogma
On people's choices regarding suicide
Cowardice- that is society's stigma
But the truth is, they're already dead inside.
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More than eleven thousand days have passed since I started this voyage.
Laughters, anguish, challenges, setbacks, achievements;
These shaped me into who I am presently
Resilient. Strong. Persistent. Empowered.
Life's roller coaster made me realize a lot of things paradoxically
That people will only be there for you as long as you are beneficial to them
That everything changes, even the so-called eternity is merely superficial.
That trying to fit into somebody else's world is a big no-no
Because you yourself has an own world waiting to be built and to ameliorate
That being quixotic is not okay- foolishly impractical-
Especially in the pursuit of your own worth as a human being and the essence of your existence
That in life, you will be surrounded by lofty individuals-
Insulting and questioning your own capabilities in haughty manners
That discouragement is an everyday thing if you will allow them to get in
I realized I should not be enervated
Overbearance, dominance, supremacy- ignore them all.
Truth is, you are the anchor of your own ship
It's you who will decide whether to be miserable or to be cheerful
Life's a maze with detours and crossroads, sometimes you get lost
You'll come across paths with invisible tracks- completely oblivious
But do not ever despair- make or choose your own path
Even at times you have to decide whether to take the road to the left or to the right
Honestly, I took the road to the left only to find out there's nothing right
I ventured out to the right track only to find out there's nothing left for me
Nevertheless, I continued traversing the unfamiliar routes- come what may.
Rest if you're tired. Stand up if you fall down. Cry if you're sad. Scream if you want to.
Listen to me, you have the sole power over your whole journey-make the most out of it.
Think about it. Do what makes you happy. Choose who makes you feel blissful.
Because life is a sojourn- a temporary stay.
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Jessica Alvero Poem
I don't like sunsets anymore.
I don't enjoy staring at the bright hues and that familiar vibrant color.
I don't like reminiscing the obscure past
It keeps on reminding me that some things don't last.
I don't like wasting my time facing the once magical sky
I only tend to question myself over and over again--why?
I don't want to look back on those colorful patterns of palletes
I only feel remorseful, sighing deep with countless regrets.
I don't want to describe how scenic is the painted skies,
It only remind me of your wicked, constant lies.
I no longer admire the orange, red, yellow, pink and purple streaks
It only pushes these damn tears to outline my cheeks
I don't care about how picturesque the view of the setting sun is
All I care is how to get rid of this mess.
I want to go back to who I was before¬
Vibrant, cheerful, full of hopes and vigor¬
That's why I don't like sunsets anymore.
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I'm warning you--
Stay away from her,
She'll take you to beaches
Mountains, islands and rivers,
She'll kiss you tender
In all those beautiful places
Until all you could taste
Is blood on your lips,
You'll be her slave in haste,
She'll captivate your heart,
You'll be a prisoner from the start,
She'll be everything you crave,
She'll be the apple of your eyes
But will make you beg on your knees
Until such time she will leave,
She'll make you realize
Why storms are named after people
And why she didn't hesitate after all,
So stay away from her.
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Then one day, everything stopped
She no longer cared for things
Her vitality just dropped,
She no longer spread her wings.
Detaching herself from poems
Hundreds left unedited
Papers filled with dooms
The writer's dream forfeited.
Gone is her ultimate dream,
Gone are visions she wager
She once battled- made a name
Now vanished into thin air.
Her pen no longer bleeding,
Her thoughts no longer written
People were left wondering
Why she is no longer seen.
Her fave coffee turned so cold
Her fave books dusty, unread
Her stories remain untold
She finally succumbed- dead.
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This day is quite strange--
I woke up with a perfect smile
I played a different playlist
Not the usual emo songs, at least.
I said hello to the robin in her nest home
While I opened the curtains in my room
And let the bright sunlight in.
I sang loudly in the shower,
Then dusted my face with a bright pink powder.
My coffee tasted like sweet chocolate,
To my surprise, a full breakfast was what I ate.
I passed by strangers and smiled at them
I greeted everyone "good morning"--
This day is quite strange--
I never felt any single regret or pain
Suddenly, I fell in love with being alive again.
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There it was,
Slowly drifting
Above the blue waters.
Abandoned.
Emotionless.
Lifeless.
There it was,
Laying still
Under the cruel skies.
Stagnant.
Alone.
Apathetic.
There it was,
Sluggishly floating
Amidst ebb tides.
Directionless.
Hopeless.
Impassive.
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Stars are shining,
I should be smiling.
Meteors are falling,
I should be wishing.
But you're beside me sitting,
There's no need to be hoping.
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Here I am-- again
Grabbing my pen, scribbling my pain
Into bleeding and excruciating words
That might end up killing me.
Damn, I need to let this out!
I need to release all the dramas and doubt.
My pen cries of simile again
Fighting considerately in vain,
Creating make-believe stories,
Drowned in almost vivid memories.
I try to ensconce myself
In awesome poems and proses
While gripping thorny roses
Trying to fix my broken self.
Metaphors that speak euphoria,
Rhymes that sound like paranoia,
Stanzas full of painful battles
Writing frustrations with beautiful titles--
Out of melancholy or perhaps emptiness--
I locked my soul in unreal happiness.
I opted to unspoken dialogues
Where I never have second thoughts on monologues.
This is how I silently wept.
This is where my thoughts are kept.
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