Tag: Eva Santiago

Storytellers/Talks

November 10, 2014 · Leave a comment ·

I am posting a couple of poems written by a 13 year old dancer and aspiring poet . -Eva

Storytellers

dancers are mimes
we express ourselves
through our
movements,
no words.
if your act
tells a story,
I think it’s one of
the most
beautiful things.
if not, you need to
get out of the
box and tell it.

dd decola

I’m Deanna. Most know me by DD, which is how I write my name on some poems I have written. I’m a dancer, dance has been a part of my life for awhile, since I was two. I’m in 7th grade, in Las Vegas Nevada. Dance helps me with my writing, and so do my experiences. My dream is to become a professional dancer, along with being a writer/poet.

OF FINE LINENS AND THINGS…

November 3, 2014 · Leave a comment ·

She was a transformed heart, in a budding love. She decided to treat herself to a set of brand new bed linens

OUT WITH THE OLD!

IN WITH THE NEW!

She shopped all over to find just the right ones. She wanted to celebrate fresh love with expensive sheets;the kind found in 5 star hotels. Her credit card implored with her not to be reasonable. Her cost conscious mind would admonish her, “Watch that money…settle for what you can afford…” She was through with just getting along. She had settled in a marriage;compromising in lesser ways that had led her to tolerate things she was never meant to put up with. And now, she was ending a long era of self disrespect.A generous soul, her giving knew no bounds. She always gave her best to others, putting herself on the back burner. This purchase was indeed a huge deal!She was now ascending to a higher level, adorned by genuine love for the first time in her existence. She chose sage hued linens;wisdom had lead her thus far. The counsel of the sages had caused her to grow. She’ll never ,ever conform again…she has become a sage as well.

FANCY PRISONS

November 2, 2014November 6, 2014 · 1 Comment ·

A prison can be found in the confines of a 3 million dollar mansion

A prison can be found in the interior of the latest Ferrari model

Prisons are all around

What keeps you from chasing after your dreams?

That’s your prison

Who controls your mind?

They are your prison warden

Why did you never believe you could fly?

A prison is waiting there for you…on that island that surrounds that lie

You know the one

You heard it from the time you could understand

You came here to be free

And some one stole the sparkle from your eyes

Some one chopped off the tail to your kite

Telling you it wasn’t long or short enough…and you believed them…

Some one said you sucked at singing

That your voice is flatter than a pan cake

And you chose not to let your vocal chords sing another note

Some one told you couldn’t dream great dreams

So you chose to live a night mare

Some one told you you’re too poor to make your dreams come true

That only the rich are allowed to dream…you believed them…

All you had to do was reject the bullshit lies

But you went on and embraced them instead

You chose a prison to spend all of your days in

You chose to line your pockets with money

So you wouldn’t have to live feeling the pain of the lie

You have friends, but you hate them all

You have people who need your help

And you hate them too

There are people who love you

And you can’t receive their love because you don’t allow yourself visitors inside your self- made prison

HALF ALIVE AND HALF DEAD

October 19, 2014 · Leave a comment ·

They say you can’t miss what you’ve never had

Well I’m here to tell you that’s a big, fat, fucking lie

Today is my mother’s birthday

And I have missed her for my whole life

I don’t care ’bout your opinion

I don’t care ’bout your thoughts

This is my heart, not yours and if I tell you I’ve missed my mother since the day she died-

Fuck you for making light of it

October 19th always comes and I feel a dreadful heaviness

I want to cry but the tears don’t come

I want to scream and I do silently from deep inside my soul, where no one on earth hears me

My silent screams ricochet into a fantastic echo, resonating into heaven’s outskirts

As I get older this doesn’t get better

They say time heals all wounds….well, what about this one?

Why hasn’t time taken away this sting?

Good God! Why oh why, must I feel like this?

I won’t fight how I feel or it will persist

I sit here embracing this void

I sit here embracing this old, cold pain in my heart

I sit here with a tight knot in my stomach

I sit here holding my breath…for what?

I have no idea

Souls that connect will miss each other even if the connection was brief

Oh how I miss you, Mama

I have traveled this galaxy in search of you

My tears are strewn about The Milky Way

I look up at the heavens always trying to somehow make my way back to you

I ask The Big Dipper to dip into the vast expanse of the deepest heavens…to transport you back to me

I talk to The North Star and I ask Him to never let you forget me… to never let you forget us

I talk to the moon and I ask her to light your path and to somehow keep a vigil for me

How ironic- that you keep a vigil for me and not I for you

But you see, life here in the now is tough as of late

And sometimes I go to sleep at night only to wake up feeling half alive and half dead

And I know where you currently reside has to be a place teeming with life

Because there’s got to be a place that is way better than here

There’s gotta be a time that is better than this hour

So say a prayer for those of us here, Mama dear

Say a prayer for those you left behind,Mama dear

Keep your light on for me because I so desperately wanna make it back to you

Go to that fountain

There, in the midst of that garden

Right at the foot of that sacred mountain

Look at your reflection in that ever clear, crystal pool

And I hope you see me there, waiting to catch a glimpse of you

I hope I see you there,waiting from this side of life, for you to reflect love back to me….

DID I?

October 18, 2014 · Leave a comment ·

One day I want to look up and know that all I did made a difference

I wanna know that all I touched turned to gold

I wanna know that I warmed a heart gone cold

I wanna know that I caused the blind to see

I wanna know that I caused waves in the ocean

and that the stones I skipped on a pond

caused ripples in the sea

I wanna know that those souls in my care

knew I was always there

I wanna know that I caused the deaf to hear

sweet,sweet, sweet music for the very first time

I wanna know I made some one cry happy tears

I wanna know that I made some one laugh ’til they cried

I wanna know that my existence made a difference

I wanna know that I caused a paused heart to resume play

I wanna know that you chose life because my life made a difference in yours

I wanna know that I caused you to dream big dreams because this dreamer, never dreams little dreams

I wanna know that I caused you to be ridiculously silly for a half a minute

and for that short span of time you forgot your troubles

I wanna know if my love caused you to bloom…

OUT OF THE MAZE

September 30, 2014 · 2 Comments ·

Mean spirits

Friendly spirits

Cannot consort together

Not today

Not tomorrow

Not ever

Can a friendly spirit turn mean?

Can a mean spirit turn friendly?

For a friendly spirit, is a mean spirit deadly?

For a mean spirit, is a friendly spirit a target?

To humiliate

To annihilate?

To intimidate?

Don’t follow a mean spirit

You’ll be lead into a maze

You’ll turn maze runner

Turning

Twisting

Dodging

Running for your very life

You’ll never know where the predator hides

You’ll hide in the corner and he’ll find you cowering

As he searches you out

He’ll see your breath lingering in the shadows

He’ll sense your heart beating right out of your chest

He’ll pounce upon you when you think you’re safe

He’ll make you grieve night and day

From that insane labyrinth, it’ll be next to impossible to escape

If you’re a friendly spirit turned maze runner

Your faith will light your way

Your light will guide you out

The sound of your voice will slay all the monsters

Your courage will shatter them all

You’ll outwit the grievers at every turn

When they attack, laugh in their hideous faces

They hate being mocked

How they hate the sound of joy

How they loath all that is friendly

Oh how they run from all that is light

And what the grievers truly despise

And what truly brings their demise

Are all the friendly spirits who’ve made it out of the maze

With our spirits alive

With our spirits intact

PAIN IN DARK STAINS

September 29, 2014September 29, 2014 · 1 Comment ·

Every time I see you anymore

I feel like an amputated limb

With all the nerve endings completely exposed

Nothing stops the excruciating pain

Except when I ignore you

Truth is, long ago,you stopped being anything worthwhile in my world

There was never a time when you and I were good together

I was only fooling myself

Mean spirit that you are

We were oil and water from the start

Mean spirit

Cursed spirit

Crushed spirit

Small spirit

Stuck spirit

You caused us all nothing but pain

Because of you

Our hearts all bare a dark stain

Mean spirit that you are

This heart of mine, could’ve never in a day been your forever home

My heart bares beautiful, expensive treasures

Things you tried hard to break

Tried indeed-indeed you tried!

The breakables, I let you take

I’d figured with those, you’d amuse yourself for a while

And you did away with all of those

One by one you smashed them

Just as I’d predicted

You easily bored with that game

So you came back asking me for more

But I found wisdom in the stars

And I found the wisdom of the sages

Wisdom came to me from across the ages

I learned of your wreck-less ways

I learned to keep my valuables far away from your sinewy heart

Because early on I saw all you touch gets broken

I learned early on

All you touch gets blemished

I learned early on

All you touch turns to ash

I learned early on

Though at times you sparkled like a star

You were actually fool’s gold by far.

LILLIAN OF EAGLE VALLEY

September 18, 2014 · Leave a comment ·

This past summer I went camping in the beautiful mountains of south east Nevada. I was sitting one afternoon observing the mountain in front of our camp site when suddenly I saw in the rock formations, the figure of a long haired woman. I was so excited and to make sure I wasn’t seeing things, I handed my binoculars to a couple of friends . I told them where to look and they too saw her. The more I studied the figure , I realized it was something I wanted to write about and I know that eventually I will work her as a character in a short story I have been working on. For now, I want to introduce you to:

LILLIAN OF EAGLE VALLEY

There she sat with her subjects bowing down

Her copper-red tresses

Cascaded down her left side

Her stony face wore a million and one caresses

The Lady of Eagle Valley

Lillian is her name

We spoke silently for hours

And after, I was never the same

She told me she was heart-broken

Her wild heart no man could tame

Lillian of Eagle Valley had no money

Lillian of Eagle Valley knew no fame

She’d traveled long

She’d traveled far

Lillian of Eagle Valley

Silently sang her own song

And I was the only one who heard

And I was the only one who saw her

Sitting on her stone throne

With her subjects bowing low

Lillian of Eagle Valley

Came alive when we conversed

And I alone knew her private language

Just as sure as she knew mine

Lillian of Eagle Valley

A legend who ran out of time

The winds touch her face everyday

The breezes play with her hair

The snow flakes tickle her countenance

The rain drops give her a cool drink

The shadows dance on her body

Golden eagles land on her throne

The birds come sing her songs

The mountain creatures keep her company

Her surname is Wisdom

Weary travelers visit from afar

To drink up from her fountain

There on her stony throne

On Eagle Valley Mountain.

WALLS

September 17, 2014 · 1 Comment ·

Walls:
Keep you in
Keep others out

Walls:
Oppress
Suppress
Depress
Compress

Walls:
Climb them
Scale them
Jump them
Batter them
Blow them up

Walls:
Divide
Enclose
Smother

Walls:
Build them around your heart and you’ll end up imprisoned
Build them around your mind and you’ll end up ignorant
Build them around people and you’ll end up alone
Build them and they’ll cave in on you…