Adoration – A list poem

I adore when my cat’s fur dazzles like a beautiful onyx underneath the summer sun.

I adore when my boyfriend uses his arms like a shield. Protecting me from worries and trauma.

I adore when the condiments of a juicy burger splatter on my taste buds like a Pollock painting.

I adore when my body feels like the world is alright when I lay down after a rewarding shower.

I adore when reassurance is present when I do not look for it

I adore when my mind screams creativity to my hands and they begin to flow on to the paper

effortlessly.

I adore when the scent of delicious hearty hot soup melts the icy cold in my nostrils.

I adore when I laugh hard enough that I begin to feel heavy amounts of tears gushing out of my water line and my lungs have malfunctioned for a moment.

I adore when my pants hug me perfectly on my hips like a puzzle piece.

I adore when I am comforted with warm blankets full of optimism.

I adore when the sun peaks through my window and gives me a wave after a long gray day

I adore when the taste of passion fruit brushes up against my inner cheeks from sourness. The echoing of the seeds crunching between my teeth.

I adore when the deep growls of a cello is heard in music.

I adore when my voice locks with the flow of the singer when singing along to my favorite song.

I adore the feel of these keyboards click clacking as I type every word on this piece.

Responsibilities rising in my hands – A chant poem

There’s responsibility rising in my hands
I am used to this but it’s been a while
It is okay, I remind myself that it will be fine, that everything has a solution.
I breathe in and out and in and out,

my lungs filling up with ambition and optimism. It’s exactly what I need.
There’s responsibility rising in my hands
The sweat on my palms is just the oceans carrying these worries higher onto the tip of my crown.
these worries that pace back and forward in the office of my brain where time only goes faster.
these worries that mock me when everything is at it’s best
these worries that squeeze my lungs so tight with their mighty claws like a stress ball. You see them exposed between the fingers of the mighty claws.
There’s responsibility rising in my hands
dreaming that it is me versus the time next to each other side by side, racing to the finish line, but with every blink time only goes faster and I am left behind on the finish line.
dreaming that I missed my classes, It is 11am and my class started at 8am.

dreaming that I do not know where my class is. I know it exists but where is it? What floor?,

dreaming that I am over flooded with homework that is due the next second the clock ticks. I could have sworn I did these but why can’t I find them to hand them in?
dreaming that my distractions are talking me out from my achievements, their arms stretching at me and pulling me back with neediness and annoyance.
There’s responsibility rising in my hands
When I peek at the green paper that dictates our life, the green paper that keeps increasing as the days go by and the green paper that is a pass to get the basic things that we need.
to only have my hands cry harder, to grip on to life and feel uncomfortable because my hands wont stop crying.
to only have the office of my brain flood with unwelcoming thoughts but the windows are locked
to only have a leak after help was given to me

to only remember that this can be fixed.
The leaks, the flood and the crying hands, they can be fixed.
There’s responsibility rising in my hands
I greet it with open arms, wrapping it around me like a warm scarf in the November mornings.
I breathe in and out and in and out,

my lungs filling up with ambition and optimism. It’s exactly what I needed.
“It will be fine. There’s a solution”, I remind myself once more.

Alien Mask – A spooky alphabet poem

A scream scratching my ears making it’s way to my

Brain, poking at my paranoid side with it’s sharpness.

Calling out to me from the gloomy

Dark hallway outside my room, I begin to walk into the darkness

Energy of the fear alarms my arm hairs from their sleep.

Following the scream I dare to chase, I

Gather my terror into a ball, swallow it and

Hold my chest as I push the door.

I scream like a maniac at the top of my lungs

Jumping out of my body I fall to the floor.

Knife slashing, feet stomping, alien mask wearing murderer. I run away trying to

Look where to go.

My hands are clutching together and hoping for the best, I

Notice an aluminum bat by a dresser down below.

Oh, I know I can take this son of a bitch down now but

Please, I rather not fight!

Quickly I go inside a coat closet,

Really holding on to this bat I pray, “not tonight”

Suddenly my ears are bothered by

Terrors coming from the outside after a long silence. Hearing splatter, guts falling on the floor and horrified screams, I get

Up cautiously still gripping into my bat with some pride.

Very silent now, I tip toe my way out. The floors squeaking from old wood, I begin to

Worry. My eyes wide with the sight of

X’s marked on the wall. What is this? Blood?

Yelling, Outside I hurry

Zero people. No human in sight.

Self-Worth – A haiku poem

A hot summer day
The sun kissing my skin dry
Your eyes catch my eyes

I fall in your hands
You are not sure of yourself
A feeling hard to ignore

The heart had no brain
Eager to have your heart join
At last, your touch cried for my touch

Wonderful it was
Souls bonding with each other
Fingers locked under cotton

Finger tips let loose
“I cannot do this”, you say
CRACK I hear my shield

Months ran through the year
I ran through your head during
I pulled my hand away

I stretch my arms out
I escape this blinding fog
Loving him? or loving me?

A whisper in ear
Covering my myself, I walk
No longer yearning

A treasure I am
Into my arms I go further
Deserving I am

My eyes meet my eyes
A beautiful sight
Deserving the world

A trip to Peru – A free verse poem

I step out of the back seat of the car our friend picked us up from.

The Peruvian air shifting on my face, the Peruvian weather welcoming me back like an old pal.

The ambiance of Peru always smelt of burning wood, it was like a constant barbecue was going on in this place. I’m not complaining, just so you know.

I turned my head to look around my childhood neighborhood, I see our Peruvian friends coming out of their house with giant Peruvian smiles stuck on their faces, their Peruvian eyebrows raised, their Peruvian eyes widen and their arms holding out for a Peruvian hug.

My mother hugs her best friend and begins to cry tears of joy.

It has been 27 years since my mother has seen her. It has been 25 years since I have been to my mother land.

No matter how long it has been, I will never forget how close the houses are.

These Peruvian houses are wide, made of brick and cement.

These Peruvian houses are accompanied with a big porch that you may make it as a home to your car.

I remember sitting on this porch from my old Peruvian home, blowing bubbles, laughing, enjoying my childhood innocence that even little balls that are made out of soap and water made my brightest days.

I remember when I got stung by a Peruvian wasp on this porch.

I was minding my business, sitting in a box, most likely making myself laugh, then I hear a buzzing noise.

Its buzzing next to me like a dentist drilling my cavities. I was terrified of dentists at this age.

I remember meeting up my friends in front of our houses.

Our wide Peruvian houses has a big park right across from our homes where we played every day until the day went to the night.

Until we saw the moon welcoming in to the sky.

Until our Peruvian mothers called us in for dinner.

I remember the skies being mildly full of stars and the big moon staring at us as if it was urging us to go home. Many buildings have popped up in Peru ever since I have been gone.

New shopping centers, new commercial buildings and apartment buildings are surrounding the old super markets that used to populate my town.

But no matter the circumstances, Peru will always be my home.

It will always welcome me with open Peruvian arms.