The Two of Us (Poem)

No, I’m not in love but love is probably the easiest topic to do positive poetry on, considering I’m a budding poet. I’ll get better eventually and have more styles of poetry.


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“La Lechuza”

I’ve never encountered one, thankfully but my Nana said she had back in the day during her youth so this would be back in the 1950’s. I plan on drawing one and telling her story the best I can; she’s not physically with us anymore so I’ll go off of memory. Be on the lookout for my drawing of La Lechuza.


Terror In The Trees: Did Abuela Warn You About La Lechuza?

No Ogres, Please (poem)

Ugly ogre

Very vulgar

Very rude

Very crude

Kind of alarming

Not very charming

Must be insane

Feels no shame

For going incognito

To find about me though

So unnecessary

And also scary

That it will pursue

To find out about you

Pretend it’s a female

To get a detail

About who you are

Even if it’s far

It doesn’t understand

That you don’t want it to be your man

Because it is dense

You’ve got to be more intense

About denying

Even if it’s crying

Because no one wants an ogre

Who is too vulgar

To be at their side

Because it lied

Plus it’s hideous

And’ll make you furious

This is the end

Of my watchful friend.


This is just turning a bad experience into something good. About two years ago, a supposed friend who liked me created a fake profile and portrayed himself as a female to see if I liked him, which I didn’t. Before this happened, I saw a few red flags about what a creeper he was but I dismissed them and gave him the benefit of the doubt. He wasn’t attractive at all and really did resemble an ogre and was obscene.

All You (poem)

So many beautiful faces

In a room full of aces

But I only need one

For he’s the top gun

What a sight to see

As you’re dressed immaculately

Stellar is what you emit

And you’re the type to commit

You have me amazed

So much that I feel dazed

I can lose myself in your eyes

Because that’s where true beauty lies

Your walk is even captivating

And my heart is what you’re invading

You’re the definition of glorious

And being next to you has me feeling victorious

I’m happy to be at your side

Because with you, it’s a smooth ride

And since you occupy my heart space

There’s no need to run a race

Because I’ve already got the prize

When I look in your eyes

You’re everything and more

But mostly, you’re the one I adore.

You’re just what I needed

And together we’re completed.


I got inspired by seeing a bunch of handsome Marines walking around at my place of work and I just ended up turning it into a love poem. No, I’m not in love or feeling the euphoria when you’re in puppy love but everyone loves love, so why not make another poem about it. With so much negativity, let’s try to being in some positivity. I’m doing my part. 😊

How Unfortunate (poem)

When I first saw you, I didn’t think much

I just viewed you as “some guy” and such

Never did I think you’d have the touch.

A few weeks passed and I liked your personality

So I’d seek you out because I enjoyed your company

And then I knew you were the perfect best friend for me.

When I’d see you, I didn’t expect more than a hug

Even though I was bitten by the love bug

And it was a feeling I couldn’t just shrug.

When we first got together

Everything seemed perfect, even the weather

And I couldn’t fight my feelings, I was at the end of my tether.

As the months passed, what we had was rapidly fading

And the realization was soon invading.

Why did I let this happen when we weren’t even dating?

Then I had to bring you some news,

It was something you couldn’t easily excuse

But to be a part of it was something you chose to refuse.

Of course, your honesty made me sad

That you weren’t going to be there to be a dad

And all this trauma was driving me mad.

I wish things could’ve happened much differently

But then I wouldn’t have my daughter to love unconditionally

And that is the end of the “love” between you and me.

My First Actual Poem..

Outside of school. I’m not much of a poet but it always intrigued me. I’ve been interested in coming up with my own poems but it wasn’t until now that I’d finally type one.

I’ll have to put up a good fight

If I want to make it through the night.

Living inside my mind,

Leaving reality behind,

Is causing me grief

With this ongoing belief

That nothing will change

But my life is what I want to rearrange.

Something inside of me

Wants to be free

And that is the desire

To light this fire

In order to start

Taking my passions to heart.

I wonder where I went wrong

To wait this long

To decide I can do so much more

Than to suppress the artist in my core.

I will eventually fight these feelings

Of these not so great dealings.

I’m ready to be me

For the whole world to see.

And no more of this sadness

That is leading me to madness.

I’m ready to see the light

And I will win this fight.

I think I’m an “Ace”

I’ve been reading on asexuality for a while. I do believe I fall somewhere in that spectrum. I have no interest in sex and I have absolutely zero interest in romance. Sure, I can find a guy handsome but I can also find a woman beautiful yet to me, they’re the same; I have no sexual attraction to either of them.

I’m not a virgin and I do have a daughter but now that I look back, I have an explanation for the way things happened. I was 23 when I “lost” my virginity and I had what was supposed to be sex with him, only twice. I believe that was a self fulfilling prophecy because I do remember when I was 12, I didn’t want to lose my virginity until I was 23. As I got closer to 23, I got more embarrassed of being that “old” for a virgin.

I remember being embarrassed of being a virgin all throughout highschool because my unattractive and out of shape friends already lost their virginity and when I finally started working at my current job, I didn’t want everyone to know I was still a virgin. I was still embarrassed at my lack of sexual “experience” since my first partner had me twice; the first incident being under a minute. I decided to let a one night stand happen with a guy I had a crush on at the gym I was going to since it’s such a shame for a 24 year old to only have been intimate twice in her life.

Then I turned 25 and I technically only had sex three different times. I was still embarrassed and ashamed of my lack of experience. Then came along a gentleman that would change my life forever. I didn’t think much of him at first but as we started to get to know each other and he was showing genuine interest in what I had to say and displayed manners, I became infatuated with him.

Fast forward to a few months after that, we became intimate. I loved him and he couldn’t do any wrong so I let it happen. That doing didn’t end so well but I did end up having a daughter by him and I don’t regret it at all.

My sperm donor was the last person I was intimate with and it’s been almost three years since we were that close. I have no desire to be intimate with anyone not any desire to have romance in my life. I only enjoy platonic relationships.

No, I’m not heartbroken and waiting for my last partner to mend things with me and I didn’t let him “ruin my views on relationships;” I just really think I’m an ace. I’ve never really had an actual relationship that lasted at least a year and I’ve only had three partners in my life. I don’t crave sex or romance. I may say things in jest about an attractive man, but I don’t act out on it. I’ve only had one crush since my last partner and I do believe the cause of the crush was not only to have something to look forward to at work but also the taboo factor in it (which I might mention in a later blog).

Mysterious Footprints in the Satellite

The place the workers at my job get their money for their duties is called “Satellite 123.” Only employees are allowed in that area and it’s attached to the cashier’s area (guests/ customers are allowed to go to the cashier’s, just not the satellite).

I’m sure you can imagine that there’s a lot of traffic that goes through the satellite since it’s a 24/7 establishment and there are tons of departments that make their way in and out of Satellite 123. Anyway, last April of 2017, a co-worker and I were in the satellite; I do believe we were both replenishing our banks when he asked “what’s that?”

I looked down to see those footprints. Yes, I enjoy entertaining the thought of there being things we cannot explain but I also like playing skeptic with these sorts of things. We’ve never seen them before and I tried cleaning the footprints away with an alcohol wipe but it didn’t go away. There were a few other partial footprints in that room, almost as if the person/thing the footprints belong to was dancing.

I wasn’t able to get more pictures of all the foot action; in fact, this isn’t my picture that I took, it is a superior’s image. Employees aren’t allowed to have their phone on them during work hours except for superiors being the exception.

Now, one can wonder a few things about those footprints. 1) Why are there bare feet prints when employees are dressed at all times? And 2) why won’t they go away? It is a small room but it must have like 15 cameras in there (not an exaggeration, since that’s where the money is at) surely one of those cameras would’ve caught an employee being barefoot in there yet no one’s heard of an employee being barefoot. And even then, it still didn’t answer why they won’t go away.

My place of work is notorious for having creepy stories as I’m sure you read the blog I typed up about the “Chonies” the other day. Hmm, I guess we’ll never know how those footprints got there.