Did You Get My Mix Tape?

What's up?!
Didn't mean to sneak up on you
I ...saw you leaving and
I have to follow you
Got to have some of your attention
Gonna make you notice

How I wish you could see the potential
of you and me
There's nobody else
You reject my desperate pleas
but you won't forget me
I won't let you

I wonder what clothes you wear
How you decorate your room
I will drive past your house
Stand over by the wall
Where I can see it all

I'll follow your bus downtown
See who's around
Find out who you call
I was born with a jealous mind
You gotta spend some time
With me

I'll be watching you
I'll follow you down
The sound of my voice will haunt you
I'm special
I will possess your heart.


Note: This is a "found" poem, made up of lines from songs. I've used lines from the following:

The Police-Every Breath You Take
The Pretenders-Brass In Pocket
Blondie-One Way or Another
Ludo-Go-Getter Greg
The Beatles-Run For Your Life
The Bee Gees-Nights on Broadway
Death Cab for Cutie-I Will Possess Your Heart
Weezer-Across the Sea
Fleetwood Mac-Silver Springs

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, All Mixed Up

The Charmer

His superficial charm

is meant to conceal harm from view

Don't let him seduce you

His words are forced, untrue-spoken

to make you feel broken

You are prey, a token to keep

til there's no more to reap

You are only a cheap toy, used

then tossed aside, abused

feeling beaten up, bruised, and bare

Don't think that he will care

On to his next affair he goes

A jackal in men's clothes

He won't stop for he knows his skill.

Will the Sun Rise?

image by Flor Larios

Will the sun rise when you are gone?

I can imagine only night

The stars, the moon may still be bright

but will the morning ever come?

Who will I be when you're away?

Will the sun rise when you are gone?

I have lived within your orbit

eighteen years now, a lifetime long

Will the tulips bloom come the spring?

Will lizards skitter on pebbles?

Will the sun rise when you are gone?

Will cherry blossoms pink again?

When you see the moon, think of me

Watching over you quietly

Waiting for you to come back home

Will the sun rise when you are gone?

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Form Challenge, Quatern

Lucky

They say that Marisol was born with
la suerte
Ever since she was a penqueña
luck followed her
like a hermanito

They say that when Marisol dreamt of numbers
her tío played them and won
She carried a rabbit’s foot on her key ring
wore 3 azabaches around her neck
and had a statue of the Virgen María in her yard
because, even with la suerte,
you can never be too careful
No sense in leaving a puerta abierta
for the mala suerte 

The day that Marisol met Marco
he was cursing at a flat tire in the rain
Marco didn’t believe in luck
or dreams
or God
He believed in logic,
rationality,
proof

When Marco left his hat on the bed
he laughed at Marisol’s scolding
and he never hung the medal of San Cristóbal
from his car mirror either

But they say that when Marco first kissed Marisol
he was heard to whisper, “Dios mío”
After that, he believed.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Open Link Monday and (very late) for The Mag, Mag 206