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Heart to Heart with Brain 08/05/2010



Analyze all you want,

dear brain,

 your memories are warped.


I forgot about the pain infringed upon me. 


 Until the last drop of red propels through me,

I will love,



I am stronger.



Elevator Irony 06/25/2010


Three friends walk into an elevator.

Conversation pauses.

Two strangers have walked in with them.


Five people in an elevator.


A  dog whimpering sounds catches  them by surprise.

Moaning fills the elevator air.

The awkward sound comes from a young man.


We are understanding humans,

retardation is not funny.


That morning, I painted my nails.

My skills of painting nails are on same level of a five year old.

I wave the mess I made of my nails, in my friends face.


We both laugh and

she calls me retarded.


It’s hard not to laugh.




The Warmth 06/01/2010

Filed under: The Warmth — Dileiny @ 14:26
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The burn of your squint won’t let you make out


what lies ahead.


Flames of your desire,


will not be put out.


Cannot be put out.


The sun will burn you happy.


Smolder you happy.


Don’t ever give up on the brilliant light.


And when the skies fade to black,


keep chasing the sun.




Julian 05/11/2010

Filed under: Julian,Poems by yours truly — Dileiny @ 16:21
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I wonder what goes on 


behind your big brown eyes,


mischievous but so warm.


Hard days work,


but its all good.


I have my baby boys smile.


Your laughter makes home,





My feelings for the Ocean 04/16/2010


Thumping against

wet sand,

clouds feel my smile.

No longer



I was traumatized

from your drown.

Rejected you for so long,

but you embrace me

every time.


After all those years

I damned you.


Walking towards you,

leave my prints


the wind


plays with my hair.


And I

watch you,

wash away

my path.


You feel like



La Hispañola 04/06/2010

Filed under: La Hispanola,Poems by yours truly — Dileiny @ 16:04
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American girl,

 but her parents

come from an island

 floating in the Caribbean.


Far away

from the native lands

 but the roots

have infiltrated the veins.


The mouth waters from the smell of

platano maduros.


Logic doesn’t matter,

the answer is in

the revelations of her sueños.


The intuition that guided

her abuela,

her mama

now her,

psychic at times.


Trained herself to be

calm & collected


shake her up

and the

Latin blood fizzles inside.



Bag Lady 03/30/2010

Filed under: Bag Lady,Poems by yours truly — Dileiny @ 17:05
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Her nose wrinkles when she smiles,

her black eyes watch your tired face,

lips as soft as organic cotton,

she murmurs used words,

“I love you.”


There was a time before her smile lit up your eyes,

there was a time before you.


All the things that got her to this point

she carries them with her.

Look at the marks on her hands, the load is that heavy.


Tired of pulling, she smiles,

and asks, “Don’t you love me back?”

And you tell her that you do.


Tell her that you wish she’d

leave the bags behind,

that the existence of her past is

not enough to love her entirely.


Tell her that her smile is not enough.