4/60. The 1st one is a depiction of how my brain works, and how I prioritize negative things in my mind. A reminder to put things I love in first. The 2nd one is about my evolution with poetry, and what inspires me#Poems #poetry #Forabookillneverwrite #Love #MediciCruz
Poems
Behind a Black Screen 1/12/19
Small Touches 1.1.2019 1/60
Me. December 5, 2018 5:00PM
I am always scared of moving forward. Sometimes it means messing up.
Sometimes it means failing.
Sometimes it means not getting what I want.
Sometimes it means being upset.
Sometimes it means losing people along the way.
I have expected that this would be the outcome.
I am always trying.
I am trying to be better yesterday.
I am going to love every step of the journey.
I am will fall, and I will stand up.
But to get there I have to understand who I am.
I am strong.
I am witty.
I am charming.
I am funny.
I am silly.
I am stupid.
I am smart.
I am.
Doing my best.
-Medici Cruz
11.28.2018 7:40AM A to B.
I just needed to write for the sake of writing; needed to take a break from studying.
Lately, I’ve felt my actions have motive.
It wasn’t because I was autonomously moving anymore.
I woke up at point A and wanted to get to B.
It means to be happy with you.
I’ve always realized that I’m not good enough,
not smart… not the strongest… not the most handsome.
But, I became all those things, all in the moment you showed me love.
Under the dark veil, a light shines over my head.
It’s you.
That’s where I want to be.
from point A,
to B.. eing with you.
~Medici Cruz
Words Have Been Broken 7.3.2018
I’ve Pictured 5. 17. 2018
May 17, 2018
The world portrayed me as a square
waiting for me to fit into a box
so that the man in line can compare.
Look at you, not perfect, not right.
Don’t speak, shut up, don’t fight.
If I don’t say words.
If I don’t speak my mind.
When can I say it is time to find…
Myself.
~Medici Cruz
Life Figured
May 11, 2018
Life figured out you…
From the way the door whispers politely and quietly.
Life figured a plan…
When taps from neighboring droplets slash the bedroom window pane, ever so slightly.
Life figured a hello…
Speaking so vibrantly across your shining face, all nicely.
Life figured he loved you…
As he holds you every night, every day, and forevermore, so tightly.
~Medici Cruz
If apologies were easy 2.27.2018
If apologies were easy than
anyone
could put band-aids over a deep wound
We would have discovered
how to fix an arm
a leg
or even a heart…
If apologies were easy then
I would suture the wounds myself
knees kissing the dirt
as if I kissed your forehead in the morning or day
or evening
Trying to salvage every resonance of “I’m sorry”
~Medici Cruz
A Mess… 2.27.2018
I am sprawled out on the floor
like books of old poetry books pages turned
marked on the right upper corner
Star so you don’t forget.
watching time pass by as if it were cars on a subway platform
I let my heartbeat fast, but my mind move slow
Mistakes playing over and over again
as if
I am at a movie theater
and that it is the only clip playing.
Smash!
Smash!
Smash!
What are you doing…?
You are a mess.
Clean yourself up.
I say to me
Clean yourself up.
I cry to me
Clean yourself up.
I cry for you.
Clean yourself up.
~Medici Cruz