Memories and Truth
Poetry by Taina Rosario
Juliet’s Lament
Twas you the shadow of the night Who stole my love from me This innocent, caring, and decent man Whose soul you casted to the sea I lived for that man with love and tears Through blood and sweat and life I was his friend and true lover But never was I his wife | Twas you who stole this man from me Before our marital bliss Now here he lay, cold as stone But on his lips one final kiss Oh devil, oh evil, oh torturing one Take me along with him For I find no need to live Without love and full of sin |
Of Summer Games
Oh sing the song of silent words And star twinkling in the night Of lovers walking in the sand And blue birds taking flight Oh come to me my child And ask of who you will be And I will tell you a story Of how I discovered me The hot summer days Were long and fun As I sat within the shade And the nights were filled With wonders and dancing As I learned to play the game | The game of life The game of love The game of living true So as you ask me who am I I’ll say I was you I was you when I was young And still new to the world I was you, you running free The spirit of a little girl So sing the song of silent words And star twinkling in the night Of lovers walking in the sand And blue birds taking flight And learn to have fun once in awhile And just enjoy your life |
Help
Black starlight Shines upon a face As they scrub away Disgrace That has dug so deep Into the soul, that It drips from the pores Angry red marks Stung by the rough brush Furiously ripping at every inch Salt and water run down Turning red and soapy As the body shutters Shakes, with the deep breaths Taking the boiling hot drops Raining down But the body stays ice cold Then there is nothing | Limp arms, pelted by the Luke warm water The brain shuts down And the soul goes white, BLANK Like the stare in the eyes Or the non-existent life That emanates from The body Tears drip from The body Liquid falls from Hair, skin, angles Of the frame That sits in the tub As the mist swirls Round and round Clinging here and there | No sound, no words Just silence Silence Silence Irritatingly quiet Not even the drops of water Reach the ears The room is filled with Light Heat Silence But the soul within Is Dark Cold and Screaming AYUDA |
Nothing More
Words are nothing more Than scribbles on a blank Canvas to my soul Painting it Green and Blue Like mother earth Words can hurt Like the silver sharp dagger That is your tongue As you spew you Nonsense and lies | Words can be gentle as Butterflies Breezing through the wind Landing softly on the cheeks Of children Innocent and sweet Words are nothing more |
Who would?
If I was sick Who would watch over me? Holding my hand Whispering everything will be all right If I lied there limp Who would shed tears for me? When I cannot see And stand by my bed all through the night If I died tomorrow Who would mourn my life? Stare into the wooden box At the shell of a girl | If I could no longer Breath, speak, live Who would live for me? And see the rest of the world If I die young Before the ones I loved Who would love them? As only I could do But this, dear reader Is only a story of the future Since all must die But love is forever true. |
You
Why? Why would you leave me sitting there in the darkness that is my soul?
How? How could you make me feel even more like an outcast when you are the one who is supposed to love me?
What? What is it that you gained from making me loath myself?
Did? Did you know I actually hated you once?
But I don't anymore. Your words go in through one ear and out the other.
Your Name
At times the name Distresses physically Like the scratchy tag of a shirt Been forced to wear Permanently Like a badge of honor Or a sign of shame | The name The thing that goes On letters Cards Documents Scribbled in childish handwriting On t-shirts And lunch boxes | Unique to you Though maybe used Juniors The thirds Legacies in their own Yet new to you |
Letters mashed together Making a sound So alien Even you had to learn it | Given at birth Lasting through death You can barely image The significance |
Live
Die the hero Or live long enough To see yourself Become the villain
Follow your dreams With no inhibitions Living life the way Others have told you You could never do | Live your questions now And perhaps even with our knowing it You will live along Some distant day into you answers
Dream big be free Change what others believe Recreate yourself All in the sake of truly living |
Personal Perfection
Hazel eyes Brown skin Lips framing beautiful teeth
Symmetrical curves Long wavy hair The grace of a professional dancer
The heart of gold Commanding presence of a princess Catching gazes and attention With ease
| Qualities I wish I had Yearning to be nearer to my Personal perfection
But no one can be perfect And as I strive for this inevitable being So more strives to be like me Because no one else is like me |
Forever Poetry
Poetry is my soul The air I breathe The shine in my eyes The radiance of words Binding me close Tight To the point of breaking Poetry is Life Love Laughter Living forever On a page of Mere words | Symbols Letter Scribbles Mixing together Like the melting pot of life Multilingual International Never bound to one form | Poetry is me The words fluidly Spilling from my mouth As my soul flies On the wings of butterflies Never to be seen again But always on the wind Forever alive Forever free Forever poetry |
What are you Afraid of?
Life Death The hereafter The “what is coming” Next in this Life The thought of Moving on Love Friendship Heartbreak The chance To never change The world | The world The dark that Hides in the souls Of millions Whose thoughts Are crowded And clouded Ever changing | Dependency Never being my Own person Freedom, always Having to Make choices Hearing voices In my sleep Telling me to Move on Grow up | But in the end I’m truly Afraid of The girl with Brown eyes Black hair Tall, and free I’m afraid of ME |
A name
What is in a NAME? A destiny, a person A truth about whom You will become Is it the red of Rose petals falling Gently on The green grass As the wind caresses The skin of a new Born child Who is called . . . By a NAME | Is it the life lived? By and by scraping To prosper yet falling Failing not reaching the Top of the pyramid of Success, but in return Dying at the bottom of The abyss, that cold Breath that touches you Just as you live your last Heart beat, and How your family And friends mourn . . . The personality Behind a NAME | A NAME is Merely letters in An order Its has A singular purpose It was given at Birth And reused after Death Common yet Original to you So a NAME is only A NAME It is important how, you, Make people remember it |
Should Have Saved Her
She is tortured by the Resentment The silence The dark that Crowds around her Non-breathing soul Suffocates the last bit of life That remains in her eyes But as you watch smiling That light leaves Has no one told you She died years ago | Vision blurs As the tears of the Soul that no longer breathes Well at the rims of Black painted lids Onto cheeks that have turned Alabaster in the fear Of continuing to live In a biased world So who killed the girl Who looks at you With lifeless eyes | Was it you Since you were not There, for her In her time of need As she hung at the cliff Waiting Hoping Praying For life, freedom But I guess that is how Life is I guess you . . . Should have saved Her |