Pobrecito

When I was little
Mama used to say not to step on the glass
if you break a vase the shards will cut your little feet
Pobrecito.
It's not your fault that your skin is not meant to be touched with the sharp
the hard, the cold
It's not your fault, Pobrecito
that the big bad world graffitties innocence
You should know, Pobrecito
that the world used to take white as its favorite color
pure
like a lily at a funeral
pure
like angel's wings
pure
as ashes
Then the world met sunrise
and realized
that blue eyes
are not a sin
that spectrums
are not a vindictive scheme
to make the world seem
rebellious
 against the white sheet
that it's been continually hidden under
Pobrecito, love is meant to be logical or at least
that's what the world teaches
that's what the preacher preaches
that's what we hear through storybook ears
that a prince should marry a princess
that a kiss begins with a new dress
that our life should be planned and obsessed
over constantly
till we blindingly
trip over our own feet trying to lose the Cinderella shoe
But what you should believe is different, Pobrecito
for we are our own
there's no reason to pay postage on boxed love
no reason to deny yourself what you've dreamed of
no reason to give your own heart a shove and say
"you don't know what you're talking about"
Because if you would live by L-O-V-E
then maybe you would S-E-E
I'm not trying to make you OD
I just want to you trust M-E. Me.
Pobrecito, the glass might cut your feet
but if you're too afraid to step you'll never make it across
you'll let yourself get lost
you'll let fear be your boss
love forever albatross
and then no other paths will cross
and you will remain
the same
with Mama to blame
for the same old saying
Mama used to say not to step on the glass
if you break a vase the shards will cut your little feet
Pobrecito.
too afraid to step.
I'll be waiting on the other side
with a cardboard sign
Yes, love is real
No, you're not exempt
Yes, it knows no bounds
Didn't you read Corinthians?
Listen to your heart
Listen to its beats
as they cancel out your fear
come here
Pobrecito
I'm here***

A Poet's Lament

A Poet’s Lament by GiGi Guajardo

You are a real Dick-inson
you don’t even deserve to have a sealed letter saying
“Heart we will forget him
Heart we will regret him
Heart we will abett him”
by telling him he’s unworthy of Aunty Em’s last name
My bro Walt Whit says you’re full of shit
walking around like
you’re ALL transcendental or sometheen’
you see you messed with the wrong poet
because heartbreak is like fuel to a Plath oven fire
No way you’ll come out with Neruda desire
you are icier than a Robert Frost on an Edgar Allen kind of day
You are a Poe-ser who’s only read the Raven anyway
and you’re unaware of how I don’t care about the dirty air you steal from others
as you rant about how your favorite poet is Dr. Seuss
When I ask about love poems
it’s roses are red, violets are blue
never original and never new
poets roll in their graves at how they can’t save the individuality
there’s general consensus behind your eyes
your conforming makes for rebellious cries
But just as Maya Angelou, Still. I. Rise
Because this is BS next to the TS that explains why women weep
as Italian amore seeps into everyone’s mind except yours
Your romance has the sophistication of Captain Underpants
while I wish for someone to whisper
mi amore se nutre de tu amor, amada and know that Pablo said it better
than the pop proxy produced to please pre-teen ears
that Rihanna singing “my love is your love” is not a poetic plea
but you wouldn’t see the beauty of fall trees on Walden Pond;
You’re Thoreau-ly devoid of meter and rhyme
more ridiculous than Kerouac, Jack in your mind. You gave me Mexico City Blues
because you couldn’t understand my love of the Spanish Moon
Your love was fickle like a monsoon
you didn’t love my poems and me unless I
spoon-fed them to you, soup and bread them to you
but when it all comes down to it
metaphorically, categorically, and anaphorically
you’ll never understand my 5-7-5, my free verse bomb
So read up
and I’ll find my own Langston while you’re gone.***

Naihaiwrimo (s'more)

#8
I love listening
to the broadway cast of Hair
Aquarius age

#9
I'm getting ready
Packing up my bags for now
to the future now

#10
Gold Rush is my heart
Even with our tir'd rap wars
We're in it to win

Naihaiwrimo

#4
I wish this wasn't
how it had to be sometimes
we'd be fireworks

#5
it never ceases
to amaze me how much you
give up on yourself

#6
you are so much more
than credit you give yourself
if only you'd try

#7
Adele makes me cry
Ben & Jerry are my friends
chick flicks and popcorn

February NaHaiWriMo :)

National Haiku Writing Month! Days 3-8

#3: Wondering about
why love is such a big deal
alone isn't bad

#4: Thought it'd never change
but I don't want anything
unless I have you

#5: I wish we could be
astronauts to catch wishes
leave the world behind

#6: Taylor Swift is right
it sucks that you're stuck on her
you belong with me

#7: I would write you songs
for ev'ry day of the week
you could sing along

#8: I keep having dreams
of you and me living dreams
not caring who sees

Coquettish; a slam poem

Coquettish

You propose to know exactly who I am from one look

Like you are the duchess of judgment, the princess of premier intelligence, like you are Madonna

You think that you can simply assume that I am mass produced, loose and flexible enough to fit into a packing box like you. That you can send me off to a realm where I am vulnerable. Bullshit.

You see, you are a believer in the Beyonce beat; that girls run the world by showing skin on more than their feet. That boys will bend to the unbearable heat of your 25 cent sneak peek. Lying about the life you seek as you sip a bottle; tongue in cheek. It’s just one time. It doesn’t classify hypocrisy in your self proclaimed odyssey. You wish that you could follow me but even your toes are threatened by the concrete, two steps behind me.

Dreamin’ on false doctrine; Jesus didn’t tell you that. John 3:16. Yeah it doesn’t mean that you can claim insanity since either way you’ll live eternally. Don’t blame God for your lonely mistakes that you calendered for Saturday with what’s his name? Jake?                                       You can’t even remember; too busy singing with Drake. He says he better find your lovin’ and your heart but wait…you left them at home with the rest of you.

A shell of yourself is all you came to. Don’t take it out on me; I don’t know you but I hope you’ll realize that now I don’t want to because you’re the kind of girl who makes me wish I was a boy. You give us the reputation of a slinky toy; for a good, not a long time. Way to let yourself be defined; quick like a shotgun but I won’t bite the bullet. You judging everyone else is just a precursor; cock and pull it.

Your mattel made mind is sick to think that you can hide behind trends and the color pink. These things don’t make you sweet; a rose by any other name would seem so much nicer as you mutilate others hearts in a deli slicer; proving the same sexist dogma you claim you’re against. Women belong in the kitchen, a proverbial fence put up by scared men because of ladies like you who live as feminine monsters.

I’d keep you locked up too if you treated me like a hungry dog that you just thought was greedy. I am sick of your goddamn pretense. You are no princess. You are not entitled to hate…so quit marching into my shop and making the bell on the door ring.

Liar

You never hear the expression lip-tied because it's always your tongue
I've never been conventional
you see I can't even get the words to the tip of my tongue enough for it to be tied
My heart just keeps telling my head, "Hey Kid you lied. You lied to yourself today"
My head gets confused and starts feeling abused by thoughts it was told not to think like the underage temptation of drinks
then my heart keeps crying "liar liar! Don't all these lies make you perspire at some point? Won't you ever tell the truth?"
Lies keep coming like tickets at a booth
that you never paid for
your emotions are never insured
even when your heart keeps screaming about your lies until you're insane
wishing you could hide in everything that's mundane
giving up the chance at adventure and risk
there's nothing here
until you start hearing that voice again and you finally shout
what is my conviction? where do my lies lie? Emotions just hide; they don't die.
You can keep harassing me but I know that you're right
I live every day and I lie every night
not only in my bed but in my own head
Yes, I lie to myself
on a constant basis
I am a liar to all of the familiar faces in my life
Because no one knows that I strive to quit being lip-tied more than anything
I just want to tell you what I mean
When you're on the other line of the phone and all you can say is her name
I can't help but feel anything less than shame
and I tuck away my feelings like dirty magazines under the bed
no one needs to know they're there right? I can just let them gather cobwebs instead.
I can just keep writing poems that no one will read
setting standards that the world just won't heed
being a leader for followers who lead
I am sick with malaria of the mind and alzheimers of the heart
because I force myself to forget that I wanted you
and my heart screams liar
as loud as it can
and I hit the snooze button for five more minutes...