The Perfect One

May 26, 2018July 14, 2018 / M.A.Fernández / Leave a comment

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Lately, I’ve started losing sleep, pondering on everything that is and what could be.

I try to push away the thoughts that invade my brain and yet it always seems in vain.

While my tired soul and body beg for sleep, I lie awake thinking about things that all I wish is to set free.

I am cornered by the notion of never having another conversation with you or following my heart on what do.

Trying to overcome my mistakes; has become more a game of survival, and less about doing whats right.

Although you were the one who had to overcome betrayal.

I’m the one who can’t sleep at night. I’m the one who never feels right and has no more will to fight.

And while I try to put myself in your shoes, there are things that being you; I still would never do.

They say that hate is the worse emotion someone can feel towards you,

but that’s cause no one has felt the ice cold actions of your indifference.

It’s so clear to see all the changes in your soul and how you are so different.

Even though I fear losing you or worse losing myself, I fear more that I will no longer see you with good eyes.

That there will be no good left to love, that I will hate you so much that I will forget about all the true love.

I’m scared that I will never want to hear your name and bestow you with all the blame.

I have loved you so deeply and for such an immense lapse of time.

That I rather walk away and stay with the memory of the good man that once mine.

-M.A. Fernández

The Colors of Pain

May 17, 2018 / M.A.Fernández / 9 Comments

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Some say pain is blue, but pain can be other colors as well.

Pain is orange and pink like the sunsets we used to watch together.

Pain is aqua like the car you would always arrive in to see me.

Pain is pale cream like the sand we walked upon on our first date.

Pain is light blue and purple like the sky the day you asked me to be yours.

Pain is deep red as the roses you would gift me every month until our very first year.

Pain is yellow with brown spots like the first stuffed animal you ever gave me.

Pain is white and pink like my surprise birthday cake on my nineteenth birthday.

Pain is white like the sheets we use to lay under together.

Pain is red and white like the coolers I used for all of our picnics.

Pain is green like the grass we laid on so many times.

Pain is purple and blue like the luggage we used to travel together.

Pain is black and white, like our first kitten.

Pain is black and silver like the jewelry box you personalized just for me.

Pain is colorful like the fish tank you gave me on our second anniversary.

But most of all; pain is black, a black so deep no other color can ever standout.

Pain is black like the day we parted ways,

pain is black like the moment I realized you would no longer stay.

Pain is black like the moment I lost my best friend.

Pain is black like every day we fought to try and get back together.

Pain is black like coming to grasp with the fact I was fighting in vain.

Pain is black like crying every day.

Pain is black like feeling alone, like having no purpose.

Pain is black like flying thousands of miles only to hear you no longer loved me.

Pain is black like I still love you.

Pain is black like I will always love you and will have to live with the notion that I forever lost you.

Pain is the color attached to every broken memory.

-M.A. Fernández

Faultless Embrace

April 9, 2018July 14, 2018 / M.A.Fernández / Leave a comment

Day 9

We challenge you today to write a poem in which something big and something small come together.

For some reason this challenge got me thinking of the first time a mother meets their child.

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I didn’t know such happiness could be felt,

with all the damage that through my life I had been dealt.

I so big, compared to her small fragile body,

needing so much love and so much protection.

And yet in her small frame so much perfection.

As soon as I saw her I knew I’d love her forever

because she herself was a treasure.

With her, in my arms, everything felt right,

life seemed bright and there was a new reason to fight.

-M.A. Fernández

Eyes of the Future

April 8, 2018July 14, 2018 / M.A.Fernández / Leave a comment

Day 8

I was busy with school assignments yesterday so it’s safe to say I forgot to do day 7, so, on to day 8.

Write poems in which mysterious and magical things occur. Your poem could take the form of a spell, for example, or simply describe an event that can’t be understood literally. Feel free to incorporate crystal balls, fauns, lightning storms, or whatever seems fierce and free and strange.

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She looked into her crystals trying to determine her own fate,

but it always seemed to change at an incomprehensible rate.

She wanted more than anything to know it would end,

if she would find that perfect love or have a good friend.

She craved to know if there was more for her life,

if anyone would ever be by her side.

But her crystals never gave her the answers that she sought,

and her efforts were always more for naught.

-M.A. Fernández

Shattered Soul

April 6, 2018July 14, 2018 / M.A.Fernández / Leave a comment

Day 6

Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem that stretches your comfort zone with line breaks. That could be a poem with very long lines or very short lines. Or a poem that blends the two.

I have never liked something about short poems, so that’s how I decided to embrace this challenge.

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He was a broken soul,

damaged by actions.

Unknowing how to control reactions.

He once trusted wholeheartedly,

but at the most important moment turned cowardly.

He let go of all the good that could be,

because in his mind, he could no longer trust nobody.

-M.A. Fernández

Dark Soother

April 5, 2018July 14, 2018 / M.A.Fernández / Leave a comment

Day 5

For today I decided to outsource instead of using NaPoWriMo’s prompt.

Challenge: Write a poem using all of the following words: smooth, soothe, work, dark.

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She was a smooth work of art.

Her mind seemed to soothe my soul

and I just wanted more.

I was addicted to her dark patterns,

never concerned about the things that could happen after.

Her perfection was the best ecstasy you could possibly hope for.

Always being left with the desire to explore.

She was broken and twisted in the most flawless way.

Which made want to always stay.

She may not have been your typical kind of perfect,

but that’s exactly what made it al correct.

-M.A. Fernández

The Head Start Advantage

April 4, 2018July 14, 2018 / M.A.Fernández / Leave a comment

Day 4

Today’s challenge was a little too much for me, however, when they mentioned talking about justice in the challenge, I thought that was something I might be up for.

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It’s funny how you and I stem from the same ground,

how you and I were both made and bound.

In different places, in different moments, yet still in the same generation.

You and I grew from nothing into something.

We fought for what we have, we worked hard to be where we are at.

But you fought just a little less harder, you had to go just through a little fewer disasters.

Because even though you and I were born on the same day and age, we don’t have the same race.

Or we don’t express ourselves the same face to face.

We both work hard to get ahead, but I never had a parent who took the first step.

No one knows who I am; no one knows who my parents are and were, no one cares if we get heard.

Sure we both work hard, sure we both fight for what we want,

Yet the truth is we both know from the beginning you had a head start.

But unlike you, I don’t need the help of my forefathers to be set apart.

-M.A. Fernández

Dear Silent Observer

April 2, 2018July 14, 2018 / M.A.Fernández / 2 Comments

Day 2

We’d like to challenge you to write a poem that plays with voice. For example, you might try writing a stanza that recounts something in the first-person, followed by a stanza recounting the same incident in the second-person, followed by a stanza that treats the incident from a third-person point of view. Or you might try a poem in the form of a dialogue.

I don’t think I have ever done a dialogue or voice poem, at least not consciously, so bear with me.

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I’ve tried to tell you I need freedom and I need love.

I’ve tried to tell you I need something more from above.

Have I not begged and pleaded for something,

for anything; maybe small or a little kind,

something I can finally call mine.

Again and again, I have asked patiently but I’ve also asked stubbornly.

Because patience dwindles; but heartaches, those never cease.

Even if the carriers are calling out for peace.

I don’t know if you’re there or if you even care,

Maybe in your eyes, this all seems fair.

But I am calling out for mercy,

One I might not even deserve,

But no soul alone can sustain so much hurt.

If you are there here my plea,

I implore, set my soul free.

-M.A. Fernández

Paranoia

April 1, 2018July 14, 2018 / M.A.Fernández / 2 Comments

NaPoWriMo has officially started for all you poets and aspiring poets this is the perfect time to try and create some new work.

If you’d like to know a little more about what NaPoWriMo is here is a link to the official page: http://www.napowrimo.net/

And now for today’s writing prompt.

Day 1

We challenge you to write a poem that is based on a secret shame or a secret pleasure.

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I can’t control the thoughts inside my head

and my paranoia is making me toss and turn in my bed.

I have awful dreams of how I lose you time and time again to someone new.

Just the thought of losing you constantly leaves me blue.

The more I try to keep the thoughts at bay,

the fewer demons I seem to slay.

My fear has become my secret shame.

Fear of never hearing your sweet voice,

of being devoured by silent noise.

Fear of never seeing your perfect silhouette,

and living forevermore in a stormy upset.

In secret, my mind fabricates how our lives can become untwined,

and my constant terror; is losing what I once thought, would be forever.

-M.A. Fernández

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The Perfect One

The Colors of Pain