Lust. (Day 6)

This poem was inspired by Shakespeare's Sonnet 129, which can be found at the bottom if this post.


Lust is the
Destroyer of all.
And the
Lover of none.

You may feel
His hand upon
Your cheek.
His breath upon
Your skin.
Your two hearts
Beating erratically
To mirror
The intensity of
Your actions.

The mere memory
Of your
Ravenous encounters
May drive you
Mad.
Thirsty
With wanting.
Wanting more.
More than
You can have,
But just enough
That you can handle,
And return.

However,
You leave
A fraction more
Of your soul
Every time
The sheets are changed.

Hours of pleasure
Traded for days
Of constant reliving
Of the details
Which were
Thrust in the deepest
Crevice
Of the mind
Is the reminder that
This was indeed
Lust
You fell in love with.
But destroyed you
From within.




SONNET 129

The expense of spirit in a waste of shame

Is lust in action; and till action, lust

Is perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame,

Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,

Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight,

Past reason hunted, and no sooner had

Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait

On purpose laid to make the taker mad;

Mad in pursuit and in possession so;

Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme;

A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe;

Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.

All this the world well knows; yet none knows well

To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.

zodiac love (day 5)

takin it back to the simple rhyme days lol



My Scorpio love
Stung me,
And stung me.

My Virgo
Was a virgin to none.

My Gemini
Couldn’t lock eyes.

My Sagitarius
Stayed on the run.

My Leo
Was loyal to the end,
But the end,
Came to soon.

Which brings me to
My Cancer, whom
Might just be my end.

Sugar: A Haiku (Poem 4/Day 4)

I want someone
To have coffee with in the morning.
And sugar at night.

Why Salad Bar? (poem 3/day 3)

The name is
Saldivar.

Not
Salvador,
Salvadeer,
Saldiveer,
Saldevor,
Salazar,
Salamander,
Or
SaladBar.

An entire identity
reduced to a pool
Of lettuce,
carrots,
cucumbers,
tomatoes,
crutons,
eggs,
and shredded cheese.

What most people
- Who use the term lovingly-
don’t know
Though
Is that Salad Bar
Came way before them.
Back in the 5th grade.

A bright eyed
Wide smiled
Round
Little girl
Started a new school.

She was too round
To fit in.
Too brown to
Stand out.
Too smart to
Be cool.

Saldivar
Needs a
Salad Bar.

Clever kids
With cruel words
Proceeded to
Ruled her world.

unfair. (day 2 of 30/30)

You take advantage of the fact that I can’t resist you.
From every kiss to the way you palm my cheek
and pull me towards your body,
And tug my hair simultaneously.
It might be
One of the best feelings in the world.

And it’s not fair that you
Make my world whirl into a tailspin.
I hate that it’s basically a heads or tails
Win or lose to guess
Whether I’ll get to see you again.

When I hear your voice it’s just a matter of time
before that pulse of mine quickens.
And that ball in my throat thickens.
Because you make me nervous.

My nerves aren’t as used to your touch as they should be
And when we are close
I still feel the most electric kind of
Magnetic energetic hectic kind of thirst.
I want to make you burst.
But these sinful sensations and cravings
Go against this raging voice in my head saying

STOP!

He’s not yours.

no such thing as frienemies.

“Friend” is a term tossed around too loosely
Defined incongruently,
In some cases uselessly.

See, a “friend” to some is an acquaintance to most.
You know about my life,
But not my deepest motivation.
You are sustained enough by details of my tumultuous relationship,
But wouldn’t tell me if he was cheating.
U expect me to lie for you,
But when it comes down to the wire,
Show me no respect.

You’ve got my back in a fight,
But when in a spat with me,
Attempt to cut deepest at first blow.
Lord knows
To protect me from my friends,
I can take care of my enemies.

Defending me,
Would be too much to ask.
So I don’t.

After all,
Friends don’t need to be asked.

So I thank my acquaintances,
For fun, senseless conversation,
And motivation
To stay true to the people who
I may not speak to every day,
But who ground me with
Honesty,
Sincerity,
Generosity,
Respect,
And love.
Most of all love.

30/30 Challenge

I decided to accept a challenge to write 30 poems in 30 days. In true nature with myself I started late on day 1 lol. Expect 2 poems on day 1 but one every day after! So here's my blog if you would like to follow. Hope you enjoy! :)