The Poetry Marathon

Sleep
It’s absolutely what I need
In 24 hours
I’ve had
Little to no sleep

In Maya’s words, “I’m a woman
Phenomenally”.
With her words
and in her bravado tones
She voiced that
it’s okay
to be a Phenomenal woman
in the world today

She raised the stakes
in such a phenomenal way…

I am phenomenally made
A phenomenal woman
I am
From the ways I walk
To how I talk
It is in the way
I carry myself
I embrace
What I was taught to hate

Phenomenal was she
Phenomenal is me
We are all phenomenal beings

With your hand in mine
we race together
back into time

a time where our love
lasted longer
where it grew a bit
slower
where we were able
to enjoy the sweet
nectar within

with your hand in mine
i revealed a side
only you could bear
to see
with my hand in yours
i found you
right where you needed
to be

with your hand in mine
we shared
our scars
our fears
our hopes
our dreams

with your hand in mine
i am here for you
and
your are there for me

with our hands clenched
into the spaces of
the other
we’ve learned
to find happiness
in the smallest
of places
exchanged between
each glance we’ve made
in the softest touches
of our kisses
in the silent “i love you’s”

with your hand in mine
together
we race back to that time

-Angelica Villarruel

“I’m sure you have no trouble realizing
that people occasionally misunderstand each other”

“Actually, I do!, she replied
She could not fathom
the thought of being
and feeling
misunderstood

As hard as she tried
She found it troublesome
to wrap her mind
around that idea
of why she would
or any one else
be part of someone’s misunderstanding

She lived her life
being straight forward
in what she said
especially in what she did
she figured every one else
lived their life
with that standard in mind

Pondering that thought
She realized
that she is part
of the masses
As taxing as the idea
may be
She couldn’t help
but agree
that every one
at some point
is misunderstood
to a certain degree

-Angelica Villarruel

*The first two lines of the poem comes from the book “Mindwise” by Nicolas Epley *

“el amor todo lo puede”
his words find their way
into her heart
a place where
she can’t find the will
to make them go away

“el amor todo lo puede”
words she clings to
when she has little
hope left

“love will find a way”… she repeats to herself
a daily mantra it’s become for her

will they make it back
to the same place?

she wonders…

-Angelica Villarruel

A book bounded
With lines
Amongst
More lines

These lines
Hold my truth
The ink
Which make
My words come alive
Paint
Those things festering
Deep in my mind

This book
Is something
I could not leave without
For it holds
Truths that are yet
To be confined by the hands of time

I could leave everything
In this place
But the one thing
I hold dear
Are these pages
Where my heart
Only knows how
To feel
Safe

-Angelica Villarruel

With landscapes so lovely
It’s hard to not be joyous
Immersed in this loud
Bustling city
A sense of peace
Makes its way through these city adventures

Yes! City adventures,
You know those that leave you feeling quite lovely
They bring about this tantalizing peace
Joyous
Is what you feel in these busy city
Streets… streets so loud

From the loud
Invigorating adventures
One gets lost and finds oneself in this city
This lovely
Joyous
Place… a place where in the nonstop distractions one can seek its peace

A peace
That silences the noises around and leaves you with your loud
Voices in your mind… they cry with a joyous
Yearning for the inexperienced adventures
Whose memories leave a lovely
After taste in this beautifully tainted city

In this beautifully tainted city
The misunderstood find their peace
In the most unnatural lovely
ways… They look unlike the rest, making statements so loud
One can only see the uniqueness of this city through the unexpected adventures
One decides to take… it is joyous!

Joyous
This city
and its adventures
Create this spell-bounding peace
Even in its loud
And upbeat tempo… One can’t help but feel lovely

Experience this joyous never ending peace
This city creates with its loud
Indescribable adventures… this city is amazing and lovely…

-Angelica Villarruel

I could write about
How the earth
Continues to thrive
Or how
The ocean waves
Hug the shore
Right before the tides
Pull themselves back
I could write about
Love
And all its
Magical ways
But I’d rather write to say
I’ve loved you
On your good
And
Even bad days

-Angelica Villarruel

My obsession
With chocolate
Is beyond
My control

It’s like my body
Craves it
At times
I’m not even aware of

I’m like a shark
Who’s just smelled
The fresh scent of blood
From its prey
I can smell
Chocolate cake
From a mile away

The moment a piece
Of chocolate
Enters my mouth
And
Makes love
To my taste buds
A sense of
Euphoric bliss
Comes flooding
Over me

This obsession
With chocolate
Is absurd…
No doubt!

-Angelica Villarruel