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B. Ariel Moreno Poem
I thought of myself as a damsel in distress,
As someone who needed saving,
And as I fell deeper and deeper I wondered who would catch me.
Time passed and as I fell I saw a sliver of light,
I tore back the paper and realized I could fight my own fight.
I could save myself.
I don’t need superman to sweep me off my feet,
I just need me.
Because ‘ME’ is who I want to be and ‘ME’ wants to be free,
And how can I be free if I keep expecting someone else to save me?
I don’t need a man.
I don’t need to hold your hand.
I don’t need you to help me stand.
I CAN wear the cape,
I CAN rock the tights,
I CAN fly.
I CAN do it ALL,
As long as I remember,
I’m not the damsel in distress,
I don’t need you to catch my fall,
I CAN do it all.
Copyright © B. Ariel Moreno | Year Posted 2015
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B. Ariel Moreno Poem
It’s like all air passage ways have sealed shut, and you’re gasping, reaching out blindly in search of a solution and, slowly, that little voice in the back of your head is getting louder and louder and the list is piling up and that pressure sitting on your breast is swelling and you feel as if you’re being pulled you inside out, torn to pieces, ripped to shreds, your mind in a tug of war of sanity versus insanity and the accumulation of shit just hit you like a ton of bricks and you collapse to your knees, gasping for air, grasping for straws, clawing through the dirt, reaching for what little you can still see before you and the damn just broke and the blackness has taken hold and the dark spots dance before your eyes, mingling with the ground before you and you're ripping it to shreds begging for it to just STOP.
Copyright © B. Ariel Moreno | Year Posted 2015
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B. Ariel Moreno Poem
In recognition of their fathers, son,
mothers, brothers, daughters, aunts,
uncles, cousins, friends, wives, and
husbands they pledge their allegiance
to the flag of the United States of
America and to the Republic for which
it stands, one nation under God, indivisible,
with Liberty and Justice for all. They hand
over the little time they have left, promising
to serve and protect, to obey commands
when given, and to die fighting if necessary.
Months later they are shipped off to war and
sent out to the battle field. They witness
horrors we could never imagine, face dangers
we could never understand, and take risks we
never knew existed.
And while I appreciate their work, admire their
effort, and understand their reasoning... I want
to know, Daddy, when are you going to come
home? See, I've been counting the days and
Sophia just learned her weeks! And you're late...
I sit and the door everyday and wait.
I hope this letter gets to you,
I hope I see you soon,
Until then,
Love Always an Forever,
Your baby girls
Oh! And, by the way, Anna just lost her first teeth
and the tooth fairy-
There was someone at the door and mom left me
home alone to pick Anna and Sophie up from soccer
and he was wearing your uniform... He said you won't
be coming home anymore. He said you were KIA. So I
guess this letter won't reach you and I guess you won't
take me to the Father Daughter Dance next week or see
me grown into a woman or walk me down the aisle at my
wedding. And I guess I don't need to write this anymore
because you'll never see it but I want you to come home,
I want to see you in your uniform, I want you to come home
and never leave again!
So I guess until then... I'll just wait.
Because I just can't believe you were KIA.
Copyright © B. Ariel Moreno | Year Posted 2015
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B. Ariel Moreno Poem
The sound of silence carries me to another place.
The cascading droplets of water begging me to remember, the soft sand molding to my feet asking me to feel it again, the taste of salt water waiting for me to remember another lifetime, the hot tips of the sun ray unfurling and deliciously heating my skin wanting me to recall when we met last.
So long ago I called this place home.
I frolicked in the sand and ran to meet the crashing waves. Although I was born in the dead of winter, I was raised in the light of the shinning sun and the depths of the shimmering sea. The beach is what I call home, where my nostalgia is a beautiful sort of feeling and the tang of salt water brings the comforting lull of home back to me.
The crashing waves gently whisper my name.
They speak of promises and secrets untold, yet to be discovered beneath their indescribable surface. Running my fingers over the rough exterior of a clam shell I recall first discovering the beauty they hide away inside. Since that moment the ocean entices me and calls my name from miles and miles away.
Now I stand on rock towering above it all.
The waves crashing against the cliff trying to reach me, the send peeking out as the water recedes, all calling out to me “home.” And then slowly, freely, I fall. Diving into the depths of the sea, returning home.
Copyright © B. Ariel Moreno | Year Posted 2015
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B. Ariel Moreno Poem
I want to run away
To run far, far away
To run and run and run and run and run
To where life can’t touch me
To where love can’t hurt me
To where image won’t shape me
To where my demons can’t reach me
I want to find that paradise
That fairy tale in my mind of mystical lands
Where the sky is the limit and only you can decide what to do
I want to run away
Run far, far away
To run and run and run and run and run
To where the only pressure you face is from the weather
To where you can truly love yourself
I want to run
For the end only to come where the waves break and the children run free
I want to run free
Free from the chaos and pain
Free from the judgment and isolation
Free from me
Free from that part of me that whispers, “You’re not good enough.”
Free from society
I want to find that fairy tale land
And when I do
Finally
I shall stand
Copyright © B. Ariel Moreno | Year Posted 2015
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H e walks down the road
O n the dark twisting never ending road
P ushing past the invisible chains that had once held him back
E arth breaking in bits and pieces, like crumbs from a cake, under his feet
L ooking at the road, but there was nothing there to see
E verything crying out for help but they were hopeless indeed
S oon he saw a glint of light in the dead grass, a sliver of hope,
S topping to see what it was, he saw a key
O nly he saw the key, the key invisible to others passing by, he picked it up and pocketed it
R ising in happiness he walked on, happy for being shown a sliver of hope in the darkness of life
H opping and skipping for joy... he spotted something else, a coin, old and rusted
O n he walked for it held no meaning to him without those whom he held dear to him
P ausing in disgust at the sight of a murky sea full of people
E very crevasse of the sea was filled with dead fish, which the birds picked at
F or all animals were dead due to the pollutants, only that was not what disgusted him
U seless as the murky sea seemed, others were in the murky sea, staying till life’s end
“L ovely isn’t it?” a stranger asked him. All he could do was stare at the man in disgust
“L ovely?!? It a sad excuse of a puddle, that’s what it is, Ugly!” He says and storms away
W alking along the road he came across a gate and became curious
E ven though something inside him told him not to he tried opening the gate anyways
‘L osing patience he tried breaking the lock
L ost in pure curiosity he tried and tried only to fail once again
N ot happy, he tried his one and only option left, jumping the gate
E cstatic that he would finally get over the gate he jumped into the black oblivion
V OOSH!!!
E xpecting to land but falling forever into the black oblivion
R egretting his carless decision
K nowing that it would never end, but wishing it would
N ow as he fell he thought of the ones he left behind on his journey
O n and on he fell down through the black oblivion
‘W hen will it end?’ He asked himself but the answer, I’m afraid, would never come
(Key= Happiness, Coin= Wealth, Pond= Love, and Gate= Life after death)
Copyright © B. Ariel Moreno | Year Posted 2015
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I stare in wonder at this unfamiliar creature,
She runs back and forth, playing a game of tag with the sea.
She flirts with the danger of the crashing waves...
but is in love with what it holds beneath its surface.
She bravely runs to meet the incoming wave as it reaches for the sky,
towering over her,
and suddenly pulling her in.
I see her tumble her way through the waves,
fighting back its unforgiving pull
I make my way further and further into the sea
attempting to catch her tiny hand or her little feet
but the closer I get the further it pulls her
I can see her body,
floating through the water,
she lets the current pull her now
it’s as if she no longer has the energy to fight
it’s as if she has given up
or
she’s working with it
until it’s pull can no longer harm her
to make her way back to shoreup
I dive now,
unsure of which,
and unwilling to take the risk.
As I fight against the seas mighty push
I feel myself being pulled in, called,
and I stop moving
It’s not that I’ve run out of energy
or that I’m working with it
It’s that it speaks to me,
it knows me,
and I know I am safe.
I arrive at what I know must have been my destination,
although I hadn’t known it at the time.
And the creature is there too
She approaches me now and I look into her familiar brown eyes
I see pain shielded and strength,
unforgiving.
“You don’t recognize me, yet, do you?” She asks
…
It is in that moment that all is made clear
She is me
She is the me I thought I had lost long ago at battle
She is me
She is strong
She is smiling
She is unafraid
She is undaunted,
She is me.
“You never lost me,” she says “I just had to go away until you were ready or needed me.”
She’s the piece that’s been missing for so long and now that I’ve found her I embrace her fiercely
…
and she dissolves.
Confounded by the strangeness of it all I demand to wake up from this dream.
“BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!!!”
I bolt upright in bed and make my way to the bathroom,
now, looking in the mirror,
I see her.
And I know her, as if she had never been lost.
She is happy,
she is courageous,
she fought the battle all along,
and now that she returns,
meaning she has won.
I celebrate her bravery, her strength, her patience, her roots, her ability, her hard work.
I celebrate her because finally I see her,
and I understand now all she has worked through and just how amazing she is for not giving up.
I celebrate me because... finally, I see me.
Copyright © B. Ariel Moreno | Year Posted 2016
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