Butterfly and Alligator

Alligator always thought he could fly

He wanted to have wings

Like a butterfly

Butterfly wanted to be strong

Have big teeth,

she had wishes underneath

Alligator wanted to swim in the air

Touch the clouds

Get out of his lair

Butterfly wished she could be an alligator

Not to fear

She had all clear

One day, they both met

 at the island place

what heartbreaking case!

Let’s change our bodies- they said.

Alligator tried to fly around

But he fell down

Butterfly tried to scare a giraffe

But that made animals  

Have a good laugh

After failing tries

they decided to live together

no matter the weather

Butterfly on alligator’s back

Didn’t feel a snack

But ready to attack

Alligator wearing wings,

felt like kings.

What  a wonderful thing. 

by Tutinea ©

IN YOUR PRESENCE

I'm naked...thirsty
in front of your presence
with no words in my mouth
no wishes, no hopes
nothing to offer.

I'm naked...lost
my heart is empty
and my white clothes
have been removed
and I'm cold and tired.

I'm naked...needy
begging for your compassion
with nothing to hide,
here is the little girl-naked-
do you remember her?

I'm naked-waiting-freezing
where are your wings?
cover me!
where is the water?
give me to drink

I'm naked...unfilled
screaming in silence
-hungry-
where is the bread?
I'm--in your presence--naked.

The other one (your mistress)

before I die

I will breath

understand the whys

I see  this is not love

you lie and I let you do it

I'm between you and her

hidden as a shadow

reduce to a  microbe

a cockroach trying to pleasure you

my mind, heart, body

fighting in a civil war

sometimes my mind wins 

but you start the fight again

and my weakness is your best weapon

I've forgotten myself

what do I deserve?

I see you and her

but not me

not even on a picture

the weekend girl

the other one

the one you want but not enough

and I'm dying

my soul is consumed

I don't have tears left

my body has become my enemy

and every Monday

I hate myself

I call for help

I'm still here

waiting, what?

you...a change..to wake up

I'm between your body and heart

you and her

but me? where is my heart

I don't see my eyes

reduce to nothing

feeling a piece of... fire

burning inside

with my lips closed, 

my tongue stuck

my thoughts forgotten

my feelings lost.

by Tutinea ©

citrus game

You get on my nerves,

you make me walk back and forth

pull my hair off

and even  yell

you make me blame myself

not knowing why

but I let you play

hate or love?

that's the game

Suddenly, a smile on my face

I feel silly, I protest

you like the hate

that seems to be cute

but I try to be hard

hard to get,

silence,

this is...

an endless game.

Summer

full bloom tulips
powerful breeze

colorful days

your coming from the north
they gave you back

magical sensation

smiles and laughs 

wonderful rainbows

your coming from the north
you are in your track

water and sunshine

early mornings

endless days

your coming from the north
light now they lack

Summer, my dear friend,

you're back

ONE DAY

One day,
I will touch
the sky
Have wings
to fly.
One day, 
I will jump
the gap
Be free to nap.
One day, 
I will smile
forever
Create a new
knowledge level.
One day,
 I will spin around
Bounce with my
crown.
One day,
I will have
a big grin on my face
Be full of
grace.

by Tutinea ©

She (a bubble world)

She is wild but romantic
She speaks nonsense 
but she’s funny
She has a free soul,
But she falls in love too fast
Making a slave of herself.

She doesn’t speak out her mind
She usually keeps in silence,
 Letting her thoughts be free.
She looks for that perfect blue prince
The one she heard in Spanish fairy tales.
She’s a child in a woman’s body.

She still has that naive look

She’s neither beautiful nor ugly,
She wonders what beauty really is.
She gives up before she tries.
And let things pass by.
Still she is a girl with dreams.

She sings with a marvelous tone,
 her voice is like sugary melody.
And some have been enthralled 
by her walking attitude.
She smiles hiding deep fears
But she knows she’s a strong soul.

She is confident and trustful
But she sometimes can be a hater.
She believes in people
but let down easily.
She is a special human being.
She can give more than she receives.

She is the girl in a bubble world.

by Tutinea ©

Faking

I’m faking and my lips are lying

My eyes do not say I love you anymore
But I need you.
My mind doesn’t want you to leave
But my heart does not want to stay
I can’t see myself alone
And I can’t let you go
But keeping you inside,
Has become an imaginary situation.

I’m faking and my lips are lying

My fondness cannot see you suffering
And my soul does not want to hurt you, 
But the magic affection has become extinct.
Truth and Falsehood are sharing the same bed,
Each of them trying to stay longer.
Evasion and prevarication decided to stay long time ago,
But today, without feeling remorse
I have decided not to fake anymore.

I’m not faking and my lips are telling the truth.

by Tutinea ©

My passive ugly truth

I created this poem to teach passive voice in an ESL class in Chile  (English as a foreign 
language)

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My heart was broken,
By the sound of your eyes
No words will be spoken,
I will be wise.

Your expressions destroyed my hopes,
My trust is vanished, 
You have put me against the ropes
by the end of the day, I will be banished.

Give me one moment to believe
Now my thoughts are awaken
I know you have to leave,
I will be forsaken.

by Tutinea ©

Never Forget

Never forget that I was your angel
That your tears fell when you saw me crying
Never forget that you hugged me
When I needed comfort.

Never forget that I was your angel.

Never forget that you were like home
When my beloved ones were so far
Never forget that you filled my heart with your love
When the ugly monster lied.

Never forget that I was your angel.

Never forget that I was your child,
That I loved the seed of your womb.
Never forget that you covered me with gifts
Gifts that I will always keep.

Never forget that I was your angel.

Never forget that on February the second
Our souls were separated by distance
Never forget  my humble spirit
And if you ever hear my spirit walking in the house….


Never forget that I was your angel.

by Tutinea ©

I don't know you yet

Sometimes I look for you at night,
And every now and again I wonder what you look like
or what are you doing while I write.

Once in a while, I take long walks
And I think of you.

Sometimes I wish I knew your name
Or the city in which you live
Occasionally, while I look through the window,
I picture you in my mind.

Once in a while, when the rain wets my thoughts,
I dream of you.

by Tutinea ©

Meany passion

Touch me with the fire that your eyes reflect,
And with the intensity that is willing to protect.
Burn me inside with your promises,
Come, do what your passion says.

I let you take me out of this place,
Before I disease--I want to see us embrace.
Break down the space in distance,
Let’s sweeten our existence.

My mouth is dry and needy,
Wake up your breath greedy.
Do not wait and hold me tight,
I’m already addicted to your bite.

I’m waiting for you to come
and give of that discharge some.
Don’t leave me in an agony and pain,
In my life you can reign.

(For you my meany)

by Tutinea ©

Incapable twenty four

Twenty four years looking for perfection

But all I’ve gotten is rejection.

Refusing to believe

I know they always deceive.

Twenty four years and my heart has been broken up

Like bubbles, sometimes, they just pump up.

My world has been crushed down

But my head has faced the town.

Twenty four years and I’m still waiting,

but now, I feel like hating.

I want to be hold

Cause I see my hopes to get old.

Twenty four years and no one has really fought

Some of them, misery have brought.

Incapable is how I feel

And It doesn’t feel real.

Twenty four years and I still wonder

Is there any thunder?

Someone who can leave everything to follow my soul

Dry my tears and give me console.

Twenty four years and I don’t know what I lack

That they always take their promises back.

Incapable of being loved

It’s not something I feel proud of.

by Tutinea ©

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