Rather Than A Poem, A Confession

The way that I love you is in many ways like water.
My love is pure and refreshing.
My love is violent and can sweep anything away in order to get everywhere.
My love can be like an iceberg and can also burn way below its boiling point.

My love for you is like a fruit,
like a million kisses,
like sugar was made out of it,
like candy companies would go out of business
if you were willing to sell your kisses.

My love for you is like words,
they sneak into every part of life,
they define things and explain things,
they make me fly and bring me down.
My love is written in every word of every book in the whole world.

My love for you is both an ocean and a desert.
You leave me breathless and you are my air all at the same time.
You light my days and darken my nights.
I love you both sweet and sour.
I love you both hot and cold.
I love you when I don't want to love you,
and I love you inexplicably when I want to as well.

My love is like a poem that can't be written.
There are no rules, no rhymes,
no hyperboles, metaphors, allegories that could ever be enough.
I would love you if the word love didn't exist.
I would use anything to describe it and it wouldn't be enough.

You are all and nothing in different ways.
You are mine and someone else's in different moments.
All I have is this love,
that bursts with its mightiness
and burns with a passion that cannot quite be called passion.

I love you like there is no future,
like if I was waiting for us to part every minute of every day,
like if I had to love you this much,
with this intensity, because I wouldn't know if you'll be there
the next millisecond.
I love you without intention.
Wishing not to love you is loving you more.
Wishing to leave you is getting closer.

I love you
because without effort
you tore down
everything I thought made me strong.

I love you so much that sometimes I laugh and sometimes I cry.
I love you so much that sometimes my heart moves with an uncontrollable laugh.
I love you so much that sometimes my heart hurts like a bullet just entered,
warmed it up and produced nothing more but a terrible pang.

I love you like the word love is not enough.
Te amo con palabras y sin versos.
I don't need words to love you, but I have nothing else to express it.
I don't need anything else to love you,
but I want more.

I am trying to find the place where this love would fit.
The only thing I've known in my life bigger than this love is God,
and baby, that's pretty big.
So to tell you that I love you right second to God,
is telling you in a few words
that I'll never love another man in my whole life, but you....

T E

A M O

Volemos/Let's Fly

El mundo es tuyo y mío.
Vamos a volar.
Ya para qué pretender que este amor no nos tiene en el aire?

Necesito volar tomada de tu mano,
porque para qué volar si no estás conmigo?

Volemos.
Ahora.
Sin miedo.
Porque si lo hacemos juntos no nos caeremos.
Pero si volamos separados, nuestra caída será fatal,
y caeremos lejos el uno del otro,
y nuestras manos no podrán sanar las heridas mutuas.

Hombre mío.
Testarudo.
Volemos.

El cielo nos espera,
se ha vestido de azul celeste,
las nubes nos han ofrecido un viaje a la luna
y el sol nos está quemando con rayos dulces.

No nos queda más que hacer que volar,
y olvidar cuán gris fue ayer nuestro cielo.
Dibujaremos millones de estrellas en el cielo,
porque las que ya existen no son suficientes
para expresar cuánto nos amamos.

Ya mis palabras han perdido la verguenza,
y a cada instante pretenden enamorarte más.
Aveces con un Te Amo,
un poema, una historia, un chiste.
Ya no saben hablar de otro tema que no sea de tí.

Volemos,
inventemonos palabras nuevas, caricias nuevas
y hagamos todo nuestro mundo perfecto,
semejante a nuestro amor.

Entonces, amor mío, me acompañas en este vuelo?

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The world is ours.
Let's fly.
Why pretend that this love doesn't already have us in the air?

I need to fly holding your hand,
why would I fly, then, if you're not with me?

Let's fly.
Now.
Fearless.
Because if we do it together, we won't fall.
But if we fly separately, our fall will be fatal,
and we will land away from each other,
unable to let each other's hands heal our wounds.

Man of mine.
Stubborn.
Let's fly.

The sky awaits us.
It has dressed itself for us in light blue,
the clouds have offered us a ride to the moon
and the sun burns us with sweet rays.

We have no other choice but to fly.
And forget the gray of yesterday's sky.
We will paint millions of stars above,
because the ones that already exist
are not enough to tell how much we love each other.

My words have no shame,
and they pretend to romance you more everyday.
Sometimes with an I Love You,
a poem, a story, a joke.
They wish to speak of nothing else but you.

Let's fly.
Let's create new words and new ways to caress.
Let's make our whole world perfect,
similar to our love.

So, then, my love, will you join me in this flight?

For J.....2 Months

No one knows
how love can take you
and make you fly
but us.

No one knows
how unpredictable
and unrestrainable
love is
but us.

Everything in here
speaks volumes
of our union.
The heart sings melodies day and night
and I let him sing.
I tell him: someday, someday.
And he obediently
and patiently
waits for the day
when he can kiss
and love
with all its might.

Happy days go by.
Happy because we know we're still here,
Happy because we know we still love.

And just like it only took two months to fall crazy,
it could only take two months to reunite,
to miss, to speak, to see,
to finally kiss, and live next to the other....

2 Months is my hypothesis.....how about yours?

Soy Esa Mujer/I Am That Woman

La verdad es que cuando una mujer descubre su valor, no hay nada ni nadie que la pueda hacer desistir de obtener exactamente lo que desea. En todos los aspectos, ella exige lo mejor de sí misma y de los demás. Yo soy esa mujer. Nunca, nunca me había sentido tan mujer como ahora.

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The truth is that when a woman discovers her worth, there's nobody, no obstacle that could ever stop her from getting exactly what she desires. In every aspect, she asks the best from herself and from others. I am that woman. Never, never have I felt more like a woman than now.



Video and photo: Jill Scott

Umm, De Qué Debería Tratar Este Post?/What Should This Post Be About?

Perhaps that I'm doing GREAT at college! Quizás debería decir que me esta yendo SUPER en la Universidad!

Or that I'm taking my writing seriously again. O que estoy tomando el escribir en serio una vez más.

That I'm learning all about 'men's secrets' in a workshop (Act Like A Lady, Think Like A Man) Que estoy tomando un taller donde se revelan todos los 'secretos' de los hombres.

That I auditioned for the play Six Degrees Of Separation to be presented next month (Gee, I really can't believe I'm acting again. It feels amazing!) Que audicioné para la obra Seis Grados De Separación que se presentará el mes próximo. (Wow, no puedo creer que estoy actuando otra vez. Se siente increíble!)

That I registered for the 8th Annual Event For College Poets. Que me registré para el evento anual de Poetas Universitarios.


That I went to the Hispanic Latino Cultural Center of New York, met Junot Díaz again, and he remembered me! Whoa, such a surprise! He signed my Oscar Wao copy, and again, another special autograph. Que fuí al Centro Cultural Latino Hispano de Nueva York, me encontré con Junot Díaz otra vez, y se acordó de mi! Wow, qué sorpresa! Firmó my copia de Oscar Wao una vez más con un autógrafo especial.

That I loved Prayer In The Square even if I could only stream it live from home. It was unbelievable! Que me encantó el evento Oración en Times Square aunque solo lo pude ver en vivo desde casa. Estuvo increíble!


That I watched the Emmy's and got really upset because I realized how underrated Dexter is. (Congratulations to Jessica Lange!) Que ví a los Emmy's y me enojé porque me dí cuenta de lo subestimado que es Dexter. (Felicitaciones a Jessica Lange!)

That Mad Men totally deserved that Emmy! Gee, has anyone seen the last episode? That show is the bomb! Que Mad Men tuvo ese Emmy más que merecido! Vieron el último episodio? Ese show es bomba!

The joke of the week was: Maybe, at Patrick Swayze's Funeral, Kanye West will take the microphone from the priest and say that Michael Jackson had the best death of the year, hahaha! (Cut him some slack, ya'll) El chiste de la semana fue: Tal vez, en el funeral de Patrick Swayze, Kanye West le quitará el micrófono al sacerdote para decir que Michael Jackson tuvo la mejor muerte del año, hahaha! (Ya es tiempo de dejar a ese tipo en paz, gente)

Not much time to blog, but all the time in the world to live! Peace to all!
No hay mucho tiempo para bloguear, pero todo el tiempo del mundo para vivir! Paz a todos!

Muted

Enmudecio la tristeza
y grito la felicidad
en un instante.
Fue tierno.
Fue dulce.
Fue celestial.
Enmudecio la nina
y grito la mujer.
Volvi a vivir
dejandome caer.
Cai como recien nacida
y fui mujer.
Enmudecio la duda
y grito la fe.

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Sadness was muted
and happiness screamed
in a second.
It was gentle.
It was sweet.
It was heavenly.
The girl was muted
and the woman screamed.
I was alive again
letting myself fall.
I fell like a newborn
and became a woman.
Doubt was muted
and faith screamed.

Se Me Escaparon Las Palabras

Words ran away from my hands.
And having tried to catch them,
they still found a way to slip through my hands
and they found themselves in a subtle flight;
as if they were not running, but dancing in the air.
They slipped away and my thoughts were confused,
my heart was soaked in feelings that couldn't find a way to be expressed.
All my finger cells died
and my tongue remained asleep inside my mouth.
She wanted to say something
and I could only feel the nerves that keep her alive inside of me.
Words ran away from me,
and without them, I too, was lost.
I didn't know what else to say even if I wanted to.
I was invisible and I walked through a place that was pretty
but that I could not describe.
I had hasty feelings with which I couldn't write a poem,
and my head was frustrated once again
because they not only run away from me,
but they come back and they leave when they want to,
like they just left, leaving these verses that are not worth anything.

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Se me escaparon las palabras de las manos
y por mas que intente atraparlas se deslizaban por mis manos
y encontraban de una manera muy sutil su vuelo;
como si no estuviesen corriendo, sino haciendo una baile en el aire.
Se me escaparon y mis pensamientos se confundieron,
mi corazon quedo empapado de sentimientos que no encontraban
la manera de expresarse.
Se murieron todas las celulas de mis dedos
y mi lengua quedo dormida dentro de mi boca.
Ella me queria decir algo y yo solo sentia
los nervios que la mantienen viviendo dentro de mi.
Se me escaparon las palabras y con ellas yo me perdi.
Ya no supe que mas decir aunque queria.
Fui invisible y pase por un lugar muy bonito que no podia describir.
Tuve sentimientos disparados con los cuales no pude escribir un poema
y mi cabeza se frustro una vez mas, porque no solo se escapan,
sino que regresan y se van como quieren, como se acaban de ir,
justo cuando cesaron estos versos que no sirven para nada.

Def Poetry Presenta: Mayda Del Valle

Para todos los hombres que he amado antes- Parte 1

No somos sus madres.
Han estado nutriendose de los pechos de una mujer por anos, sin embargo vienen a nosotras heridos y llenos a medias con promesas que solo pueden cumplir a medias,
tratando de chuparnos hasta secar nuestros ultimos sentidos propios.

Nos hemos acostumbrado demasiado a las noches sin dormir, y las almohadas mojadas se han acostumbrado demasiado a nuestras camas vacias, esperando ser hundidas por los cuerpos de hombres pesados de sexo y las manos de otras mujeres;
y nosotras solo queremos ser amadas, y amarnos a si mismas incondicionalmente,
simplemente anhelando saber la verdad de que si ustedes nos pueden amar realmente o no, jugando el papel de Hester Prynne, teniendo cartas escarlatas en nuestros pechos, convertiendonos en adulteras, enganandonos a si mismas fuera de lo que realmente merecemos, dispuestas a conformarnos con menos, dispuestas a ser un poquito menos que una diosa, dispuestas a acostarnos con el enemigo.

Hombres demasiado asustados como para dejar de actuar como ninos, pensando que podemos amar sus cicatrices.

Entonces tomamos los latigos de las inseguridades que nos depositan, y lamemos nuestras heridas en luto silencioso por las ninas que perdemos al minuto.

Parte 2

Dijiste que tenias una memoria fotografica. Pero aparentemente olvidaste que la honestidad comienza siendo sincero contigo mismo, y con los que dices que amas. La verdad no se puede esconder. Lo que esta nublado y oscuro siempre saldra a la luz, amor. Debiste saber eso, clamando que habias visto mi luz tan claramente y brillosa. Me imagino que las cosas pasan. Solo deseo que no hubiese sido a mi. Y me imagino que es mucho mejor haber amado y perdido que nunca haber amado. Yo se que eso es algo facil de decir pero aun voy a tratar de vivir por eso. Aun tratare de recobrar mi fe, y ahora dormire en almohadas secas, en una cama lo suficientemente grande para amarme a mi misma. Me despertare las proximas mananas con mis ojos secos y brillosos, llenos de sabiduria de que no tengo precio. Removere la carta escarlata de mi pecho y tomare la mano de la nina que solia ser y decirle lo siento; siento haberte enganado fuera de la felicidad que siempre te has merecido, y esperare por un hombre que venga a mi vida y me pueda dar la verdad de cuanto puede amarme realmente.

Def Poetry Presents: Gemineye

"Centavo Por Tus Pensamientos" - Gemineye

Te puedo ofrecer un centavo, por tus pensamientos?
Pensadondolo bien, por que no tres?
Un centavo para ti, un centavo para mi,
y un centavo para nuestras mentes enlazandose, no tan sexualmente.
Intimandonos mas de cerca mientras alcanzamos la altitud climatica
de una desnuda, mental, sensacional...conversacion.

Porque estoy tratando de conocer todo sobre ti
desde el cuello...hasta ARRIBA!

Entonces estas no son tus prosas tipicas, poeticas, sexuales.
Estoy tratando de cerrarle la puerta al juego erotico fresco y familiar,
con el que la mayoria de los hombres ha tratado de conquistarte.
Mientras ellos se plasman profundamente en las fibras finas de tus sabanas,
estoy tratando de encontrar y definir las fibras con las cuales tu mente habla.
Quiero comprometerte,
colocando un diamante solitario de dos kilates en tu mente,
casandome con cada uno de tus pensamientos!

Quiero lamer cada pulgada de cada grieta, para recibir
una fijacion oral de cada orificio y probar tu apasionada IMAGINACION.

Preferiria estar desnudo y expuesto, abrazandote
mientras estamos recostados y tu lloras
mientras me confiesas y describes los momentos duros
que viviste,
y no sabes si puedes sostener una relacion lo suficientemente larga
para ser la esposa de alguien.

Quiero sentir el palpitar de tus ritmos interiores
mientras me guian a tus calientes, mojadas, fuentes de femeninos pensamientos.
Y nadar en ellos.
De caricias de espalda a caricias de pechos,
estoy penetrando cada entrada...a tu mente.
Tomandome tiempo para conocer todo sobre ti.

Alguna vez te conte sobre cuando te dormiste en mi presencia?
Y tu mera esencia me mantuvo despierto por horas
mientras me encogia con este sentimiento de pura coneccion mental?

Mientras llaces a mi lado, abri las ventanas, y me tome el tiempo
en la luz de la luna para contar las 72 pestanas de arriba de tu ojo derecho!
Porque cuando duermes, tus ojos se quedan un tanto abiertos.

Y mientras probablemente nos adelantamos muy rapido a las cosas sexuales,
siempre me importo mas lo ilicito y explicito que salian de tus labios,
refiriendome a tu voz.

Entonces ahora me paro aqui, listo para intercambiar todos esos
actos sexuales que hemos practicado por la oportunidad
de reformar la base de nuestra relacion.

Entonces reitero mi original declaracion,
y te ofrezco un centavo por tus pensamientos!

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"Penny For Your Thoughts" - Gemineye

Can I offer you a penny for your thoughts?
As a matter of fact, how about three?
One penny for you, one penny for me,
And one penny for our minds engaged not so sexually.
Getting intimately closer as we approach the
Climatic altitude of nude, mental, sensational... conversation.

Because Im trying to get to know everything about you
From the neck... UP.

So these are not your typical, sexual, poetical prose.
Im trying to close the door on that all too familiar freaky foreplay game.
With which most guys have chose to approach you.
While they are trying to get deeply imbedded
In the fine fibers of your bed sheets,
Im trying to find and define the fibers of which your mind speaks.
I want to engage you
By putting a two karat solitaire diamond on your mind
Marrying your every thought!

I want to lick every inch of every crevasse
So I can get an oral fix from each orifice
And taste you passionate IMAGINATION.

Id rather be naked and exposed, holding you
As we're lying and you're crying
While confiding and describing
the tough times youve had in life
And how you dont know
If you can keep a relationship long enough to be somebody's wife.

I wanna feel the heartbeat of your inner rhythms
As they lead me toward your warm, wet, waterfalls of feminine thoughts.
And ill swim in them.
From backstrokes, to breaststrokes,
Im penetrating every entrance... to your mind.
Taking my time to find out everything about you.

Did I ever tell you about how you
Fell asleep in my presence?
And your mere essence
Kept me awake for hours
As I cowered with this feeling
Of sexually unadulterated mental connection?

And as you lay by my side
I pushed the blinds aside
And took the time in the moonlight of that night
To count 72 eyelashes
On the upper eyelid of your right eye!
Because when you sleep
Your eyes remain open slightly.

And while we probably moves in too quickly into some sexual shit
Ive always cared more about the explicitly illicitness
That came from between you lips meaning your voice.

So now I am standing here
Ready to trade in all the sexual acts that we've preformed
For the chance to reform the very foundation
And the basis of our relationship.

So I reiterate my opening statement
And I offer you another penny for your thoughts!

Poetry

Me soplas fuerte, dejas mi cara totalmente expuesta.

Mi alma no puede mas que sentirte y escribirte.

Vuelves y te marchas cuando te da la gana...

y no me enojo.

Porque es tan grato

escribirte

y verte

una vez mas

en mi papel.

No me dejes hoy, poesia.

Quedate conmigo a compartirte entre letras, palabras, oraciones y parrafos.

Se mi narradora por hoy, y desnuda mi alma.

Plantate en mi como arbol, y enredame en tus ramas.

Haz a mi alrededor un rio,

y ahogame,

arrebatame con tus corrientes.

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You blow with strength, leaving my face totally exposed.

My soul can do no more but to feel you and write you.

You come and leave as you feel like it...

and I don't hold it against you.

Because it's so good

to write you

and see you

once again

on my paper.

Don't leave today, poetry.

Stay with me to share you between letters, words, sentences and paragraphs.

Be my narrator today, and undress my soul.

Plant yourself in me like a tree, and entangle me in your branches.

Make a river around me,

and drown me,

rapture me in your currents.