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He is the mirror, i am the light.

10 Mar

Disclaimer: if you decide to use MY poem for your blog, then i do need you to ask for my approval and link my blog along with it. This is mine and although i post it it doesn’t mean you can plagiarize and post it too.

I’ve been thinking very thoroughly

about when u get to ask me.

When you get to stand on one knee

And propose to me

I’ve planned everything out

Every detail accounted for

From your tux to my gown

And from the ring to my smile.

This has been a long time coming

I’m sure

You have thought it out

paced all the floors

And finally decided that your life needed more

It needed me

And my smile is full to the brim

I am happy galore

Even at night I shine, brighter than ever before

I have thought about the question

Knowing you I might add

I keep thinking and thinking

How will you ask?

Will you do it in private

By the balcony door?

Will you throw rocks at my window

And bring me to shore?

Will your heart beat as fast

As when we first kissed

And will mine cease to stop

When you whisper to me?

What will it be like

When I say I do?

What will it be

You plus me

And me plus you?

Will we laugh at that part

When the priest says to kiss?

Will I blush really red

While trying not to miss?

Will we go hand in hand

Down the ivory aisle?

Or will you carry me

As if I weighed ten pounds?

How about the honeymoon

How ill that be and where?

All of these questions are

Filling my air.

And I simply cant wait

My joy is barely contained

At the moment from now

When I take my vows.

I can see it, can you?

When I say I do

You’re all for me

And I am all for you

It will be that one magic act

Where you ask your assistant

To come and take part

And when we disappear, they will all be in awe.

And I simply cant wait

Every night, I just close my eyes

Feeling that one of these days

I’ll wake up being your bride.

Time’s a’wasting.

9 Mar

Time is definitely , wasting away, and i haven’t had any inspiration lately. Maybe I’ve been feeling a bit stressed. School is beating me down pretty badly, i just want to do well and just get everything done and over with since i have incentive now :). i am of course talking about my wonderful bf.  He’s the bestest. Yesterday he brought me soupy and some halls, the GOOD kind, not the kind you just randomly see and pick up fast to get it outta the way, no sireee. He got me the strawberry flavor [which is awesome] and the defense one with vitamin C. Whohoo. I’m eating a strawberry one right now. its the best i gotta say. He’s the best too, he really is. Today he was feeling really tired at work and i felt so guilty because he came over yesterday and took care of me because if that stupidly persistent sore throat i keep having and so i felt relived, and so happy he was here, its just that i know after a long day of work all one really wants to do is chillax. plus he works so hard. So today he was telling me how tired he was and i told him how i was sorry about it and maybe he should start by getting to sleep earlier and stuff and he said “maybe i just need to wake up next to you” lol. its a silly sentance but it comepletely made me smile because he is so sweet. i knwo he means it in everyway , but i know also that he half means it.

We are so undeniably cute. i don’t mean to be judgmental because after all he is MY boyfriend, i gotta think he’s cute no? well one would hope anyways, so my reason for thinking he’s the cutest thing in the world is that the other day we were talking about out baby [the kindle] and how we’re gonna start doing sleepovers where sometimes he takes it and soemtimes its with me, but i mean its just adorable how we do things like that, where we share stuff. And how he really wants to get an Element [the car] so that we can be more adventurous and go biking and hiking and what not. but the best thing about him is how devoted he is. He’s gotta be one of the few men out there who is the “good” kind. I remember thinking this when we had met and i saw him always going through so much trouble for his previous gf, wayyyy before i had a bf, and so he would always do cute things for her and my boss, natalie which always left me outta the pic. Not intentionally he jsut didnt know me very well and for about a year we observed each other from afar, and then somehow, we met.

its funny how things happen, i mean it was a fateful that it so happen to be that day Natalie wasn’t there, and i came to work and he had to help, then we went on to mildly flirt, and how i remember those moments when i was near him, how nervous i would get even though he had a girl friend and i was not single one bit. but did we care? love sure didn’t. and now look at us, almost half a year since that fateful event. And i still cant believe how much he makes my day. its almost like he’s the mirror and I’m the light, he can always have me there in the reflection.

and where would i be without his support and kindness towards my poems? he absolutely loves them and encourages me.

which brings me to a point, i do not mind if you want to take a poem of mine to post on your blog, i just ask you name me as the author, linking my blog and you inform me about it. its common courtesy and i am the author and just because i post it publicly it doesn’t not mean you can.

Thanks.

🙂

There is no cloud, like cloud Nine.

22 Feb

 

I was young and wondering about

Looking at all the around

I looked up at the sky

As night came about

 

As they passed by

I vaguely remember clouds one and two

They were fun to look at, fluffy and cute

But I remember little, they did not fill a whole page in my book.

 

Clouds three and four

Had a bit more

It was a few pages of stories

Of sick puppy love

 

Then came cloud five

Stormed right inside!

It was fun while it lasted

But it was too blind.

 

Then with cloud six

There was ease

The moments always a breeze

It was sad that it had to be so brief.

 

Cloud seven was my lucky number

I thought, as teens often convey.

The bigger the cloud, the better the rain

But who wants such rain on a sunny day?

 

Cloud Eight was supposed to be it

No more after that

I had seen so many clouds

That I had a headache in fact.

 

But then there was you

You stole me away

And let no other clouds

Stand in your way

 

My dear you are my cloud nine

And there I sit inside

I need not to look any longer at the night time sky

For all the stars that I need, are right in your eyes.

The perfect place

9 Feb

 

I was wondering the other day

If I could find some place

To write our names

A place where US wont be taken away

 

So I wrote it in suds

On the shower door

But slowly they run down

And that’s not US at all

 

So I then took my lipstick

A Deep Deep red

And wrote the words on the mirror

But sadly lipstick  can be easily washed  away

 

Then we went to the beach

And I wrote US on the sand

But the water once again came

So I wrote it in my heart

And forever it will stay.

Sigh.

1 Feb

I feel kind of sick today, I don’t know why. It could be lack of sleep, lack of eating, or maybe both. I’m very fatigued, I want to throw up and I am stressed, of course. Who isn’t? Well i finally got my baby videos from my grandpa, back from 1994. They are so cool, it shows me back in cuba, I was SUCH a brat, and demanded so much attention lol…..i guess I still demand attention though.

 Feeling like crap right about now…and have so much to do, I have to finish that stupid scarf I started, then makes gloves and a hattie for the BF who says he gets cold, but really he’s just giving me something to do “so I don’t break up with him” lol. After all we’ve been through, he still thinks ima break up with him. Prrrf…..not something I think about. Anywho. Just came back from a long weekend, had my dads and bf’s party on Saturday, one in the morning, the other one in the afternoon…..it was a long day. We had so much fun though, we had the best of Cuban food at my place and then we went out to eat at a Korean restaurant for his bday with his family. It was just great. We played this game called “Things” and it was really funny questions like “things you wouldn’t say to a police officer” “things that hang” “things you could use as an excuse on judgment day” and well of course we got very creative with our answers, as you can imagine all of us, 10 adults, playing a pg-13 game lol…..well by the end of the night we had nicknamed almost everyone and we were all pretty wasted. HA ha ha … good times.

So today, I had Chem, and we had a fun lab, It was all scientific…you gotta love college. So that was great, except I’ve been feeling bad all day, and as soon as I got inside the class I wanted to leave but I couldn’t have missed it of course, we had tests and lab, I mean its hard to imagine I will ever miss a chem. Class, each is so crucial because of how he teaches, giving you virtually all answers in your notes.

 Anyways after that I came home and David was home and so I yelled at him for not washing the dished because I mean he’s been here all day, has been doing nothing and here I come feeling like crap and all I want to do it like crash on my bed get all nice and toasty and he expects me to be like the housewife and take care of every little whim when he had plenty of time to do so. It just pisses me off how lazy or “not his job” he thinks these little things are. So I took a nap, and I woke up feeling about to throw up. Of course I haven’t really eaten anything all day, and I guess you can say it’s a killer diet but I just don’t have time these days and anyways my appetite is just way off, and I am so picky. So for dinner I was very satisfied with an apple and a mandarin. I mean I don’t need much, my body needs sugar? There you go…turn it into energy and we’re a-ok. Lol.

I’m kinda mad at the bf, this just happened right now at night time, we were talking after he got home from work and I was telling him about the baby videos my grandpa finally dug out to give to me, and I mean I’m overwhelmed by them, I really am, some of the things I did back then I don’t remember, I was only about 4 or 5 in these videos….but I am really touched at how much attention I always had, everyone was always worried about me.

My neighbors, my grandparents, my moms friends, I mean literally everyone who was living across from me or next to me, or knew me cared. My godmother and godfather both were about 15 or 16 when they took on the responsibility and they sacrificed THEIR lunches to bring it to me. Which is HUGE in a desperate country like Cuba…I mean you think Haiti is bad….prrff. so I was truly touched by watching them, as well as nostalgic and I just couldn’t imagine I was THAT little girl, its just amazing to see yourself as a small child, you tend to want to pick yourself up and baby talk yourself. I mean…I don’t know, I was overcome by all this, a video I haven’t seen since it was made, maybe for 15 years or so…and its not like I have baby pics….anyways.

 The boyfriend calls this me being big headed, that it’s all I talk about, that it’s all I say and he wants me to talk to him again when my head isn’t so big. I let him think what he wants, because I know how I feel about this, and it is in no way me rubbing attention in anyone’s faces. He doesn’t realize that in Cuba, these people put their money on me, their food, their life even, and I miss them…I miss those times when everyone was so happy and I was the center of that. I really think its amazing how great they were with me, and I find it difficult to believe I would have been treated with the upmost care and love here in this country. Because although things may be harsh in Cuba, we are NOT an individualistic society and actually CARE about each other, so I miss that. I really do. But apparently that’s called egotism. I don’t care, he was born here, I don’t expect him to understand because he has never seen a society in which your needs are actually taken into consideration by other people, and they care. He doesn’t see how wonderful that can be, I mean in an impoverished country, I was immensely lucky and cared for, most people here are lucky to even KNOW who their grandparents are, let alone spend a few days with them.

 I was at my godmother’s house every day, and was missed if I wasn’t. Plus he probably doesn’t notice me always looking at his baby pictures in the dining room of his house, but I just love it, it makes me really happy to see him as a little kid, I think he was the cutest thing ever, it was probably the one time in his life [until tony was born] when he was the youngest and got babied…..and he just looked so happy. Its such a nice time…sometimes I wish I could go back to that point in my life when skinned knees are all I had to worry about…ha ha….i really miss my family.

Cafe Con Leche

6 Oct

Oh you Americans…thinking you created the “latte”…first of all…the word is French…so why would you even think that? Then comes the fact that yeah u created something but it was more like water and some instant coffee and milk….we Cubans, know what’s up….WE’LL wake you up for sure….you guys are drinking the weak stuff and you’re addicted to it? well…that sucks….you can’t even enjoy a GOOD cup of joe huh? Well, to fix your problems I suggest you go to Miami and find some good Cuban friends (basically the first Cuban you see, because we are ALL good Cuban friends…it’s weird….but it’s innate) just get them to invite you over, which is not hard, and they will make you the best cup of coffee you will have ever tasted….and you can call it a Latte…we’ll let you. You will never want that overpriced, over watered, overrated starbucks again. I can go to COLOMBIA and get a pound of coffee and a small boy for the price of a cup of coffee at starbucks….seriously. [Btw…that was not my original joke, I stole it from a comedian however I cannot remember his name, but he was SOO Right]

Onwards! To actual news! [Because face it…everyone knows coffee is really expensive…]

So…as I sit here

Writing to you

I’m really thinking

About how I have a paper due

So what do I do?

I keep sitting here                        

Writing to you….                                                                                                                        

 

That’s like…an ode to procrastination…happening RIGHT NOW! *gasp* I’m so bad though…the damn thing is due in like 2 hours….wtf….right? Well that’s why I’ve decided to make this fast…

me–the bf–going out—almost 2 months–lovely–wrote poems–hearts soar–great dates–and great…you know….love this guy—really think it’s something.

Yep. Not going to waste time telling you how he makes me feel because I want to save that post for when I have a research paper due…yep…

LOVE YAS.

Dai Tai.

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