Death told Life to laugh a little. And life laughed a little then cried a little. Life’s tears soaked into a corpse. Death began to sore, a little fragment of redemption was born. That’s how humanity was born. It took form of a woman in her wrinkles. Who could weave moments and speak to miracles. She looked at life, and calmed her tears. And Death sat in the corner frozen in fear. Death shouted at this woman to not come near, because death saw the person he use to be. Before he was dead. You see life is far more stronger than death. So, why do we live like we already are dead. Why?
Written on a road trip, looking over a valley on an old wooden swing. 🏕
Your heart leans snugly against mine
Two beating promises
In one chest
United by sheer power of will
Two pairs of shoe
Standing beneath the houseplant that you insist compliments the curtains
We are one creature
And we are so much more than the sum of our parts
The chimaera's power fades compared to ours
Your head held high
My neck bent to look up at you
And see the sun reflect in your earrings
Hanging from a metal thread
A promise of love
Today we celebrate 105 years of Julia De Burgos being born. She's my favourite poet from all times.
Julia Constancia Burgos Gracía, puertorican poet, feminist-activist. Born to a humble family on February 17, 1914 in Carolina, Puerto Rico. She was the eldest daughter of thirteen siblings. Raised in barrio Santa Cruz of the same municipality. The only of her sibling to complete University studies. She completed a Teacher's certification from the University of Puerto Rico on 1933.
She worked as a teacher in barrio Cedro Arriba in Naranjito. She wrote many poems. "Río Grande de Loiza" (Big River of Loiza) is one masterpiece. She also wrote "Es nuestra la hora", "Poemas exactos a mi misma", "Poema en veinte surcos", "Poemas para mi muerte" and my favorite, "Yo misma fui mi ruta", among other. She was friends with Luis Llorens Torres and Luis Palés Matos.
Julia moved to New York City on 1940 and to La Havana on 1941 were she studied Greek, Latin, and other languages. She moved back to New York City on 1942.
Julia De Burgos died at the young age of 39 on July 6 1953. Her body was found in the streets of New York, between 106 with the fifth Avenue. She had no ID on her. People speculate that she was victim of a robbery. Others say she was a kind woman who helped anyone in need and that she, perhaps, gave up her coat to a person who was sitting right outside her apartment. She died of pneumonia and was buried in a common coffin under the alias of "Jane Doe". Afterwards, her body was sent to Puerto Rico were she was buried in Carolina, close to her beloved "Río Grande de Loiza". A memory from my Lit 205 class, back in college is that, when we were discussing Julia's poems, our professor suggested that, perhaps, her poem "give me my number" was a premonition of her death. Because, as I mentioned before, she was found with no ID to identify her. -Una jíbara en la ciudad🌱
It took me a while when I was younger to learn to value myself but once I did- I took my power back. You never, ever have to stay in a relationship that is harmful to you- emotionally or physically. You must do what is right for you- you deserve respect and you deserve love...most of all your own. #respect#selflove#poem
This’s a letter from me to you!
This’s an open conversation from my soul to yours. This’s a raw bunch of feelings from my heart to yours. I know, I know how you struggle through every day. I know, the battles you have fought and the scars they have left behind. I know, how you pick yourself up at times only to be broken behind. I might not have been there but I have seen or heard you at the times when you were at your most vulnerable. I wasn’t there to stop you or told you otherwise but I know there were times when your brain told you to end it all and your heart told you to let it go. I understand how you cried yourself to sleep every night. I feel the pain you felt when you were alone and had no one to resort to. This is a letter from me to every other person who lives and breathes through the complexity of this life. This is an open conversation from my heart to the heart of all those who have been broken to the extent that they felt their entire existence tearing to the core.
If you’ve lived through it, you can live through anything else. Your belief, your strength and courage are something admirable. You might feel alone, broken or coward at times, but never allow these feelings to overshadow your true existence. It’s okay to be vulnerable, but surviving these situations is the sign of courage and not weakness. You are a beacon of hope for a lot of people out there. You don’t know that now and you might never believe it, but I look up to you. Because, it is due to the people like you, I survived through the worsts of my time.
Have you ever wondered why we tell people to pray when the stars fall out of the sky? Just wonder and ponder over it! It leaves the comfort and its happy place, but still leaves behind a trail of light for us to pray upon. You are the same. You might not believe it now, but YOU ARE THE SAME! You are who we take strength and inspiration from. Stay the same.
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Pps r DEPRESSED due to the world they created in there own on the bases of there blur understanding! What u have to do is wipe out all dirt from each corner of floors room.
Several things we imagined in a day r they happen by imaging not at all,but yes they will attract your actions towrds! Is is the only way to improved then yes "think n work by collecting the source" for source we have pay some pricious thing from our life!