Poems by Priscilla

Alexandra Diaz

Vasquez found her inspiration for creative writing while living in Italy.

Priscilla Vasquez, Creative Writing
September 24, 2012

As I float in a sea of black

I think of all the impact

Your choice has made on me

And the rest of the family

And I think of how things would be

If you had chosen to stay here

With me

Windy skies and winter nights galore

Kate and I hope to make it from the store

After shopping all day we’re in need of a break

Maybe some waffles or potatoes and steak

We arrive just in time to have a feast

Late night pancakes can’t be beat

As we leave the car safe and sound

We find the the keys are nowhere to be found

We look and look til we tire

The keys were left in trunk with a pile of wires

Moving the backseat is our only hope

Until we realize a one small button could have helped us cope

With how silly to cousins can be

Sometimes you’re best friends are in your family.

Life is a journey

It’s not a sprint

It’s not a mere trip

With life comes learning

And with learning

comes a beautiful life

When I can’t sleep

I lie in bed and think of life

All I want to do is weep

I think about memories and past strife

I lie in bed and think of life

I try to count sheep

I think about memories and past strife

But nothing I do helps me sleep

I try to count sheep

I think about the day ahead

But nothing I do helps me sleep

But I just can’t shut off the thoughts in my head

I think about the day ahead

Finally after hours and hours I drift

But I can’t shut off the thoughts in my head

Thankful of the sand man’s gift

As tears stream down my porcelain skin

I think of all the places I’ve been

The words flow right onto the page

As my feelings are released from its cage

Whenever I feel like

I have nowhere to turn

I write and let my emotions churn

There’s a writer in you and me

You just have to let them out, willingly

Poetweets

I live my life as I choose,

I’ve learned to live knowing

I’ve got nothing to lose.

———–

Stringing along tiny pieces

of communication,

but do they add up?

——–

Writer’s block.

The worst feeling

since the crash of stock.

Achona