arlenelperez

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Broken

I feel broken to my core

A dropped China dish

Shattered on the floor

Into millions of pieces

Tiny shards lain dispersed

I wish this could be rewritten

My heart feels cursed

And broken to its core.

A sadness overwhelms me

A heavy, dark cloud waiting to burst

Slamming violently for all to see

Against the dry arid ground.

I feel broken.

Copyright by Arlene L. Perez on November 5, 2024

Prompt from @nosebleedclub

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My Metaphor of Me

I am the weeping willow

Blowing wildly

Yet gracefully

In the wind

Wishing

I were

More like

The wild flowers

Painted

And splattered in

Reds

Yellows

Blues

Purples

And Pinks

Rather

Than just

Green

Growing wildly

And free

At random

Rather than

Rooted

Sternly

And firm

By still waters.

Written by Arlene L. Perez on June 25, 2013

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Exchange

Rights are not rights in a country that constantly takes away rights

Of the bodies who are not owned by your hands

Yet we feel your chains tighten around our beings as if we belong to you

We have no voice now that you have yet again cut us down

We are the equivalent exchange for cheaper groceries

Yet you will not help when the bastard children are born because our legs should have stayed shut

And then you wonder why we die from coat hangers and backdoors

Rights are not rights

We are not hopeless

You chose a monster over us

So let there be bloodshed

[arlenelperez]

Broken

I feel broken to my core

A dropped China dish

Shattered on the floor

Into millions of pieces

Tiny shards lain dispersed

I wish this could be rewritten

My heart feels cursed

And broken to its core.

A sadness overwhelms me

A heavy, dark cloud waiting to burst

Slamming violently for all to see

Against the dry arid ground.

I feel broken.

Copyright by Arlene L. Perez on November 5, 2024

Prompt from @nosebleedclub

[arlenelperez]

Broken

I feel broken to my core

A dropped China dish

Shattered on the floor

Into millions of pieces

Tiny shards lain dispersed

I wish this could be rewritten

My heart feels cursed

And broken to its core.

A sadness overwhelms me

A heavy, dark cloud waiting to burst

Slamming violently for all to see

Against the dry arid ground.

I feel broken.

Copyright by Arlene L. Perez on November 5, 2024

[arlenelperez]

Broken

I feel broken to my core

A dropped China dish

Shattered on the floor

Into millions of pieces

Tiny shards lain dispersed

I wish this could be rewritten

My heart feels cursed

And broken to its core.

A sadness overwhelms me

A heavy, dark cloud waiting to burst

Slamming violently for all to see

Against the dry arid ground.

I feel broken.

Copyright by Arlene L. Perez on November 5, 2024

[arlenelperez]

Broken

I feel broken to my core

A dropped China dish

Shattered on the floor

Into millions of pieces

Tiny shards lain dispersed

I wish this could be rewritten

My heart feels cursed

And broken to its core.

A sadness overwhelms me

A heavy, dark cloud waiting to burst

Slamming violently for all to see

Against the dry arid ground.

I feel broken.

Copyright by Arlene L. Perez on November 5, 2024

Prompt from @nosebleedclub

[arlenelperez]

Daddy Dearest

Why is it that you think I owe you anything?

You slithering wanna be snake of a man

You who have abandoned me time and time again

I owe nothing to you

Do not try to pick at these wounds that I have healed over a decade

I am not that little girl who is under your command

I will not be bullied into submission

Or meant to feel incompetent because you are worthless

So for once and for all goodbye to you daddy dearest

I am done

[arlenelperez]

Lost

I feel lost

Like I've wandered off a beaten path

Like a child who let go of their mother's hand

Like a fish out of water

Desperately trying to breath

Like I'm driving without my map

Like GPS without its signal

Like my compass broke in the wilderness

Lost in all this fucked up mess

Someone please tell me,

Which way is north?

Copyright by Arlene L. Perez on October 7, 2024

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Lost

I feel lost

Like I've wandered off a beaten path

Like a child who let go of their mother's hand

Like a fish out of water

Desperately trying to breath

Like I'm driving without my map

Like GPS without its signal

Like my compass broke in the wilderness

Lost in all this fucked up mess

Someone please tell me,

Which way is north?

Copyright by Arlene L. Perez on October 7, 2024

[arlenelperez]

Lost

I feel lost

Like I've wandered off a beaten path

Like a child who let go of their mother's hand

Like a fish out of water

Desperately trying to breath

Like I'm driving without my map

Like GPS without its signal

Like my compass broke in the wilderness

Lost in all this fucked up mess

Someone please tell me,

Which way is north?

Copyright by Arlene L. Perez on October 7, 2024

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My Church

I'm not religious but poetry is where I find my salvation

Poetry is my religion

It gives me peace and release

It passes all understanding

And where it can be heartbreaking it is also warm

Filling me with comfort when I am worn and torn

It's how I pray

It's how I fix all the broken parts in me when everyone else looked away

It's how I'm able to wake up feeling alive without wanting to die

It sorts out the mess and salves over wounds

It's what keeps me sane when I'm close to the edge

It does not leave though it does change as I age

Once filled with inexperienced youth

Now exploding with praise and worship for the emotions that erupt from my soul when I am in my church of healing

Poetry is my freedom

My god

Amen

[arlenelperez]

The Mad Queen

I wanna get out of my head

I'd rather be in someone's bed

I can't take all of these toxic thoughts

They corrode the wall I built up

Give me distraction

Tie me up

Let me get wasted on the devil's fun

Forgive me lover for I have sinned

I forgot to take my medicine

Down the rabbit hole you fell

Right into my wonderland

Ecstasy is free here

But mind the road less traveled

My thoughts run wild

Like the jabberwocky they will devour

Lets play make believe

I'll be your queen

Down on your head

Come on and scream

I'll be your wildest dream

Just help me forget all the memories unsaid

[arlenelperez]

Dear Diary

When I write

Upon your pages

I’ve scribed

My memoir

Via poetry

A tender darkness

A horrendous beauty

A divine hell

A tormented heaven

Bits and pieces of my life

Fragmented memories

Snapshots of me

Poetry’s Niagara

My Metaphors of Me

Symbols in Time Personified

I am like a Simile

Beyond my Supernovae

Illuminate Me

I’m one of the Partners in Crime

In My Heaven on Earth

My Obsession

Is immortalized here

I’m forever written

As Downstage Center

With the Butterflies

And dragonflies

At the Reservoir

Where My Voice Matters

Where the Sands of Time

Don’t…

Diminish me.

Copyright Arlene L. Perez on September 20, 2018

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Screaming on the Inside

I present as calm and collected

I appear to have it all together

I calendar out my life

But I'm at the end of my tether.

Inwardly, darkness overtakes me

Dark cloudy days never seem to end

I'm shrouded in a fog of depression

Anxiety becomes my best friend.

I feel isolated and alone

Craving touch and affection

Like I'm lost on a deserted island

Desolate, detached without connection

Outwardly, I wear a smile

It's my mask for all to see

While I'm screaming on the inside

Desiring to escape for eternity!

Copyright by Arlene L. Perez on May 7, 2024

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Silence is not Golden

Although silence may be golden

It's often a sign of the broken

A moment of silence

Lacks any guidance

If we have nothing nice to say,

Then silence should be the mainstay,

According to the boomer's way

They silenced voices they betrayed.

Do not let your voice be silenced

This is a form of violence

Scream from the mountaintops if you must

Let your voice be loud, proud, and just!

Copyright by Arlene L. Perez on May 7, 2024

[arlenelperez]

Silence is not Golden

Although silence may be golden

It's often a sign of the broken

A moment of silence

Lacks any guidance

If we have nothing nice to say,

Then silence should be the mainstay,

According to the boomer's way

They silenced voices they betrayed.

Do not let your voice be silenced

This is a form of violence

Scream from the mountaintops if you must

Let your voice be loud, proud, and just!

Copyright by Arlene L. Perez on May 7, 2024