Poetry Book

Material girl
More bags, more shoes, more clothes please
Ranging in color
Out of style out the door
Hungry children cry somewhere











Jane, Anne, Dee and Jo
Judge everyone up and down
Some girls make me cringe
Some make me full of jealousy
Most girls just make me vomit.








There once was a girl named sally
She always went running to daddy
Till the bank went dry
Tried to fill it with a cry
But tears don’t buy what make her happy







A boyfriend could demand everything famine growing hungry intestines jumping
Killing livers moving napkins over putting questions restless stamina! Taking under! Venturing where? Xamining your zanity.





A river was made from my overflowing tears
There is no replacement for the memories of years
Although you do not live, death will never be instilled in me
You were a happy person, the smile everyone could see
I will not say that you I will not miss
I’m saddened you are the one death decided to kiss







Mouth why do you run as if a camel would to an oasis?
Temptation makes you salivate.
No one told you to say this
In fact it is the complete opposite, why does gossip help you alleviate?
It grows on your tongue doesn’t it?
Till you can’t swallow
And still it can no longer sit
Now tell me does it taste sour?
Don’t pucker and fidget or make those unsightly faces
Are you happy now that your tongue dances?





There was an old lady named Jane
She feared she was going insane
For blood she thought was leaking out her head
The day she spent in bed
Then she realized it was just the rain




There was an interesting girl in her teens
A lot of boys said she was straight up mean
For her name was louise
And she loved to be a tease
All she gave up was your name to the dean.

















She was the person I wanted to be
When she talked her voice attracted the opposites sex’s attention
Like a siren’s melody
She was the person who I wanted to be
Her long treces were those of envy
Mine especially
Her teeth were a glistening, blinding white
Pearls of the sea; could never compare to me.
She was the person who I wished I could be
The night of my dreams, the moment to treasure
A happiness a trip to the moon could not measure
He looked at my eyes, I threw him a smile
A bait that took him a second to gather
The only person he wanted was me.



The light creased in between my eyelids
Daybreak had come soon, I had not slept
Outside the leaves fluttered in the winds
The night and dreams all become one all in a strange depth.
My body is disconnected from my head
Mind racing I try to think my feet are curled under me
Warmth of a familiar bed
Eyes wide in amazement at the new life I could never see.
Fingertips reaching for love
Stretching out to unfathomable length
No longer pure as a white dove
Realizing what lust truly meant
To cry, to whimper to laugh I did not know
This mysterious sense of unrealizable woe.



His arms are around me
Blue sky holding my tighter
I love the summer


Falls leaves are changing
Hues of yellow orange and brown
One falls on my nose















Clad in white lace, hands interlocked
This shows not my aching souls love
It would not matter if I were in black smocked
Not a thing would change if I had removed these gloves
The pastor’s muted voice compared to my beating heart
Perspire drips down my lips
Growing in increments my love was from the very start
Like the time we kissed at the stoplight or when we dance and he holds me to his hip
Today, it’s finalized, this wedding band
The most insignificant pieces of bended wire
Love does not need a solidified symbol in crested in gold on it’s hand
I’m burning inside, head to toe my emotions are on fire
One final kiss as the watching rows of family shrink into oblivion their voices blended into a coo
Looking at each other like we did it for them because we already know we “do”.






It dances on the edge of your roof on the very corner
Foolishness takes one step at a time
Closer to the edge
Locks down and sees a shiny quarter
Jumps down and breaks a leg
The dime slapping foolishness in the face













Ode to the lost sock

We were once together
Matching stripes, but you had a cute hole on the heel
You were supposed to be with me forever
Are you lost or were you someone’s lucky steal?
No one will compare to you and I
Old friend we belonged only to each other
I hope your somewhere in the sky
Know that she cried when I told mother
Irreplaceable you are
I cry this I must confess
It’s always sad to be alone like a solitary star
I’m a giant mess
Two eyes glued on me now I could not stop it
Dear friend now I am a sock puppet.

dear sun,

I don't know if you got the memo, but it's summer.
I know, I know it creapt up on me too, I was thinking
hey yah, i have more time to raise my ap grade, i got a C
by the way, but i didn't.
I know the wind is intimadating, but i mean all it does
is blow. You know who else blows? Prostitutes, and
young girls trying to make a name for themselves
in high school, your better than that, your the sun.
You tan my pale skin, You have Vitamin C!
I miss you sun, it's been almost a year since
your bright rays forced me to remove my clothes
& get into the sparkling blue bliss of ocean/pool water.
Regardless, i'll patiently await your arrival
which will give me time to get my body swimsuit Readyy!

xoxo,
Sahaira

Fame

False worship of exploited individuals
A starvation of intelligence
Manipulation, telling youngsters what to eat
Eating away at the brain, stop watching tv.

sonnet

Sometimes I want to turn Football on the Tv

It's not like your dead

But you might as well be

I vaguely remember, but I'm reminded of what you said

"your mom and I need a break"

That's right a break;broken family

Life without living, needing a shake

A blender wouldn't even do the trick;sadly

birds never push their babies out of the tree

but sea turtles can leave their children under sand

I wonder if it can happen to me

if i can survive without a dad

it's not about the past or present anymore

just looking at the future, taking a step forward

Free verse-

self-conscience much?

Gossip sticks to the bottom of my shoes
Gloops and glops as I walk
Blah blah blah oh mah gawsh
Rotting my soles working its way up
Waist deep; starting to sink
Not only am I stuck I’m starting to stink
It’s like I stuck my big toe in a
Puddle of tar, sinkhole to loneliness
Quicksand to hatred, heart full of anger
Up, up up it goes above my head
And into my nose; everyone knows
My mistake is exposed

Writing a story about something that happens while in High School

A Stupid Bothersome Experience

Junior year of high school, not quite starting high school and clearly not done. I knew everyone at school; I sorted out the cool from the annoying and/or stupid. I had no “high school sweetheart” at school, and I just wanted it to be over. The anticipation of ending high school and even being a senior was growing more each day. I know I’ll be prepared for my senior year, I’ve had senioritis since I was a sophomore; none of that matters anymore though senior year is going to suck now, but I’m clearly getting ahead of myself.

Christy walked into the AP classroom and slapped my forehead. She was looking a little on the casual side with her flats and cute t-shirt, “hey gimme some of your goldfish”. I glared at her black lined eyes, but gave her some anyway. I like Christy she was a witty, smart-mouthed hardworking girl who I admired for having a cumulative 4.25 gpa, which if your not up to speed, means never ever getting less than an “A” in 3 years.

She opened her mouth to talk and I watched the goldfish swim in her saliva as she said, “okay Maria, I want to run for ASB president, but I’m running against Sandy and [here her voice rose significantly] she WINS everything, so will you be my student rep to board? She smiled her huge smile, shrugged her shoulders and closed her eyes. Very convincing.

I opened my mouth to talk, “okay you’ll run with me yay! Maria you’re the best see, that’s why I love you” I burst out laughing. Of course I would say yes, I actually thought we might have a chance; root for the underdog! I was completely in.

I recruited my long time friend, best friend, ex boyfriend turned good friend and the guy with the Mohawk, because everyone needs a guy with a Mohawk; my confidence boosted. They all agreed we were all friendly and pretty well known amongst the student body. For 2 weeks we planned, plotted and hoped for the best. We disagreed on a lot, but when we agreed on something we were excited and united.

Christy, we found out at dress rehearsals, could not talk in front of an audience, her stage fright dumbfounded us all and even I, along with her was almost in tears. Her speech sounded like a babbling fool drowning in a pool of no hope. The problem was her speech it sounded so rehearsed and robotic. Instead, I wrote her speech in ways that everyone who was at the ASB assembly could understand and relate to.

I was happy, our entrance, skit music everything we had chosen to perfection. The day of the assembly came, we walked in to the wrong song, the “dj” picked a cheerleading song. I was mad, but optimistic. Sandy’s cabinet went up Intimidation you ask? No, not us. She jumbled and fumbled she referred to herself as hardworking and humble and ended with the lines, “mi raza Latina siempre estare con ustedes”, and that was it.

I paid no attention to anything after that, we were defeated; it was like a cowboy-Indian war, we were throwing rocks while they shot with silver bullets. The recruit of voters were separated into two categories, North for Christy;South for Sandy. I couldn’t believe that whenever I asked anyone to vote for Christy, their reply was always, “No, she’s not cool Sandy is cool because she is Mexican”, I almost laughed out loud but did not want to disrespect anyone. It was funny for several reasons, one because not only is Sandy Mexican but so is everyone else at our entire school including Christy’s cabinet.

I learned something that day, I felt enlightened; had an epiphany if you will. At that point, I didn’t care about my so called loss. I felt bad for the reason they got elected; I didn’t want to govern and report on a school that decided upon race. And although this sounds like bitter propaganda, it’s my side of the story.

In the end, that’s what is wrong with the world, leaders based on popularity, race, background rather than skill or intelligence. Bugs Bunny would have won the presidential election if he were running. Christy cried, and I shrugged, senior year is not going to be as fun as it could have been and the world will never have a worthy leader.

Bad Eulogy/Obituary

Obituary

Sahaira, 23

Former Dinuba Resident Sahaira Murillo, 23, died February 01, 2013 at her home in East Los Angeles, CA.

A service was held Monday 05, 2013 at Las Piedras Funeral home in East, LA burial took place in Las Lomitas hill.

Ms. Murillo-de la Cruz was born February 06,1991. In Reedley, CA., to J. Isabel and Mariana Murillo.

She came to L.A. after discovering her pregnancy and later got into the drug dealing business. (The whereabout of her child are still unknown) she also was famously known as the bait to attract men to drugs, they called her worm in honor of her dedication and commitment to the job.

She had lived in Dinuba for 17 years prior to moving to L.A.

Her family wrote “she was a cute kid”

She is survived by her mother and father, Mariana and J. Isabel, sisters Lexie and Kassy, and husband Jose.  Child; Maria Jesus De la Cruz. And others kept anonymous for their sake.

Eulogy 

My wife was the greatest woman to me.  Always full of surprises and never leaving anything to the imagination.  She cooked the best enchiladas.  She was good at her job, I’ve heard, from my friends down at the bar.  I regret to this day not being able to stop that mobster from throwing the toaster into the bathtub.  I’ll miss you, babygirl.