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Stranger 02/24/2010

Filed under: Poems by yours truly,Stranger — Dileiny @ 09:43
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It’s unlike you not to linger,

delayed leaving,

always looked behind.

Hanging on.

 

Hung on till the most vital part of your being

solidified to ice,

made its way close to the heart

and spread throughout.

 

It’s unlike you to chip away at the frost.

 

Let the cold stream of resentment seep

to the ground.

 

Let it melt.

 

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E.T 02/23/2010

Filed under: E.T,Poems by yours truly — Dileiny @ 15:14
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Long arms,

long fingers,

big feet,

little nose,

big eyes.

Ugly.

 

But when did she stop resembling an alien?

 

Phone home.

Tell them how she’s striking,

but doesn’t know it.

Perhaps you should lend her your eyes,

then she’ll see her splendor.

 

No.

Let her be naively stunning, for that is her true beauty.

 

 

 

 

The Little Girl 02/22/2010

Filed under: Poems by yours truly,The Little Girl — Dileiny @ 16:43
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I remember a time

when I was the only girl in my class who hadn’t gone through puberty.
Mosquito bites for breast,
stuffed my training bra with bunched up socks,
just to see what it felt like.
Dressed in loose-fitted clothes,
to cover my boyish figure.

 

Pray to god when you need his help.
But how can I ask God for tits?
Instead I ask,
God, make me a woman.

 

These days,
I carry B-cups on my chest,
monthly visits from a friend,
who arrives grand,
in her unbecoming
red dress.

 

Last night,
I fell asleep with my bra on again.
This morning, my skin is marked.
Abdominal pains are coming on,
blood thickening,
trying to make its way through my uterus.
Bloated, but I’m forcing the water retention into a pair of tight jeans.
What a bad start to my day.

 

The flat chested little girl inside,
“You damn all the things you ever wanted,
But you are a woman now.”

 

 

 

 

Where did you go? 02/20/2010

Filed under: Poems by yours truly,Where did you go? — Dileiny @ 04:16
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I never saw you, heard, smelled, or kissed you.

But I felt you.

 

Days have passed.

 

Somehow I got here,

cold room,

 hard bed.

Metal stirrups sustain my frail legs

 

God damn you, look at the fucking screen,

Words that I yell from inside

 but never make it to my lips.

 

I never looked.

 

There was nothing to see,

Nothing but an empty womb.

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Mourning 02/19/2010

Filed under: Mourning,Poems by yours truly — Dileiny @ 21:12
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There is a residue of bliss and catastrophe,

remnants of passion,

of sorrow,

 of fear.

 Hopelessness fills my core.

 

The past fractures tomorrow.

 

In the midst of chaos,

disorder became pleasurable.

Toxic to my being.

   

I died last night in my own private war.

And nobody knows it but me.

Today I grieve

unaccompanied

dressed in all black.

 

Blanket

Filed under: Blanket,Poems by yours truly — Dileiny @ 20:53
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My body was so cold, I shut

my eyes and slept the bitterness away.

 

Then one night

I felt your heat.

You kept me warm.

I felt your love engulf me

Your love came over me,

creeping over me.

 

The Present

Filed under: Poems by yours truly,The Present — Dileiny @ 20:08
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The past lingers.

Hearts broken,

reminiscent of shattered glass,

while I swept up the pieces

our paths intertwined.

Today I hold you,         

Feeling your lips pressed against mine

Hopeful that tomorrow never comes.

My head on your shoulders

I smell the engaging scent of your skin

close my eyes and feel the warmth of your arms

embrace this moment,

for tomorrow is never promised.