Poem: Just Today

Just Today

Will our lives be better tomorrow? How arbitrary! Of course, if we live to see it! The truth is, we will never know. And so, let time tick away, with our hope of other days to stay. Will our eyes open, from our silent slumber? Why yes, there is the hope they may. For this, let not your one life stray.

Poem: My Ode to Thee

My Ode to Thee

My ideal reader will search for meaning, with every aspect or angle set to be analyzed. He will hover over my words, like the twisting of a whirlwind. She will see herself in every single character I create. He will live and dream of every setting I construct. She will sink into every frame I fix for her to face. He will hold my words to his heart, hoping for his truth to harvest. She will sleep with my sheets scattered inside the racking of her skin, soul, and skull. He will hum sweet nothings at the haunting familiarity of my tales. She will trick herself into a fantasy of fantastic freedom, for my words have set her free. All my readers will see themselves, for the mysteries that they be.

–Tatiana Noelle Oquendo

Poem: Time

Time

Time is precious. Time is endless. Time is transient.

Take the time,

To let time go.

Yearn for more…

Feel to know.

Surrender your ties.

Free your soul.

Let your life live love,

With passion and flow.

–Tatiana Noelle Oquendo

 

Poem: The Daze of the Bad Days

The Daze of the Bad Days

The bad days will banish,

My feelings of fire.

They kill my dreams,

They hinder my desires.

The pain of an impasse,

Is impossibly strong.

How can I break you,

When I,

Am in the wrong?

Stuck in myself,

I know not what to do…

How does one break free,

To seek all that is true?

How can I face,

The fears of the many?

How can I learn,

The hopes of the few?

My my, little one…

You must learn to see!

The sickness of life,

Is not the sickness of me.

Yes yes,

I say,

The bad days will pass!

Never forget,

All things are temporal…

Lives must be lived,

To be progressive and plentiful.

-Tatiana Noelle Oquendo