Living Young and Wild and Free

I was the girl who didn’t have time for princes and promised forevers.

I was the girl that wanted to ride a motorcycle and get tattoos.

I was the girl who breathed fire and paraded herself by striking fear into the hearts of men.

I dream I am general of a thousand armies of people who were like me.

People who understood me and took me in.

Now, here I am.

I was living young, and wild and free.

I was the kind of girl you’d fight for.

Thinking....

Just thinking of you,

You make my heart melt every time.

Because in my dreams;

I am kissing you.

Only you….

And although you are gone;

I want you to promise me that you’re

mine….

Dreams

Here I am in my thirties now writing about silly, romantic poems in my room on a desk and thinking to myself,

This is not a love story.

I panic but I think of you as you are always in my thoughts, in my words and in my dreams.

My angel, my demon;

my pain, my pride;

my happiness and my sorrow.

I have loved and I have lost

I am still a dreamer and I have yet to follow my dreams.

But I am still stuck thinking that you will still be there in my future;

and still the boy sitting on a church pew;

but gazing at me…..

The Young Girl

I was a young girl who dreamt of far away places.

I was a witch, a scholar, a dreamer and a poet doing tarot readings in my room until I thought of you.

And my future blended very well with yours.

And to get to the point of the subject,

You are my far away place; my subtly sweet escape;

And as I thought about you,

my dreams were made into stars as I wished

that you would stay mine forever.

A Life Update #3

Now that it is Covid-19 time, I would like to say that I am perfectly healthy despite the fact that I had the common cold this Spring. I am almost a graduate with one-hundred, eleven credits and six more classes to go. I have asked the president of the University of Guam in all respectfulness and confidence if we are finally going to have a doctorate program,so hopefully by the year 2022, we shall have that capacity. As of now, I have nine credits and will add an additional nine just to be on the safe side.

I thankfully do not have Covid-19, but I am very aware that I could still catch it. I miss going out without a mask, but I shall have to tolerate it and be respectful and patriotic for my fellow colleagues so they will not get sick. I understand that it hinders our well-being and since there are a lot of disrespectful people who feel they are exempt to wear the mask, I feel that to flatten the spike of Covid-19 is to bring hand sanitizer and wear a mask to prevent sickness.

Guam is opening up slowly as the slope or the curve is steadily going down. (Hopefully!) I’m going to miss having classes without having to awkwardly socially distance myself during hybrid classes since the hybrid classes are somewhat online on the laptop and in class. I guess we will see where this will go knowing that I will have a lot of things due to turn in for three classes, but who knows! The curve may go down more! Prayers!

The Succubus

In a hot sweat;

in blood partially dripping wet;

My gloves on the table of doom I have decided to set.

In the hopes that another would come along;

I secretly shooed them with morbid a song.

I think I’ll wait awhile longer I bet

For another set of young girls; an unholy set.

Another for a young man to pay the debt of which I have not spoken of yet.

I begged with her to come along.

To listen to my mournful song.

A price for the devil as of yet

I suddenly claimed her in a bet.

I made her sing a moaning tune

In her bed at the night of the full moon

And sealed my fate with the devil kissing and caressing me in that room.

I left her in the morning again for a pleasurable gloom and doom.