“I’m not a person anymore. I exist only in your mind, and however you want me, I shall become.“
Near the end:
fighting the current, stroking against every word she’d lance at him, he came up to gasp a last breath of hope…for her longing for another man’s flesh he could not bare. His spirit contested and fought inevitable to its dying breath, but couldn’t survive the pain of her rejection and lust for another. He would fight for life at every swell of her unforgiving sea but her words were a fierce tsunami upon his shores…laying waste and death to everything it touched. She turned devastation and destruction upon all his thoughts, dreams and actions.
He stopped being a person as he no longer fit any definition of it.
He had morphed into the unrecognizable…a consequence, a sum or a result of her words. No more.
I immigrated to the states from Mexico at age 12 and I quickly fell in love with poetry after my grandfather read some of his poems to me. However, at 18, I had a young family and that left very little time for this endevour as I started working to support us. I returned to adult school to finish my diploma. At that time I developed a severe depression that I still struggle with to this day, but I found it to be a great source of inspiration as well. Today I live in Los Angeles and I'm divorced. I have two children I see whenever possible and two adult kids. Both my Grandfather and his brother are award winning poets and journalists, with one, (Bartolome Delgado DeLeon) having a street, library and a prestigious national poet award in his honor.
Most of my pieces come from personal experience and true to me. Sometimes my material is raw, other times murdeous, and yet other times romantic, but always me, 100% authentic guaranteed.