Sunday, October 31, 2010

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 ©

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

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.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

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 ©

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

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.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

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



Thursday, October 14, 2010

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 ©

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

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 ©

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

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 ©

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

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 ©

Saturday, October 2, 2010

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 ©