National Poetry Month

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April: National Poetry Month.

Hello loves! For this entire month, I will be writing a short poem, every day, until the end of April.

What makes this so interesting you ask? Well, I will tell you! I would like for you all to join me in expressing the written word! I’m asking that you submit poems to me as well!

In doing so, at the end of the month I will pick one grand prize winner!!!

Although I’m not 100% sure of the prize, it will be good :)

You can send me the poems however you feel most comfortable. Via a Facebook message ( , or you can email me at:

PLEASE  feel free to enter as many times as you would like! Let’s tap into our creative sides everyone!


Today’s poem:



Like the wind passing through a tunnel
The faint breeze upon my skin
The kaleidoscope of emotions
I’m forced to feel within

Like the downpour from an angry sky
The incessant waves crashing inside
The menagerie holding captive my soul
Even though I try to hide
You… leave me breathless.

Poem #17…. Noir, Part II (Daily Poems-NPM)

He jokingly takes matters of the heart
To mean just that:
A joke.
When she looked at him
In wonderment, holding him up
To the highest of pedestals.
He would painstakingly let her crash.
He would entice her with promises of forever
At the exact moment
When it was the most intimate.
After a night of whispered moans
A night of immense pleasure
He knew exactly what to say.
Even when he clasped the cuff links,
Straightened out his tie, and wiped her lipstick off.
His flushed and fully pleasured cheeks
Walked out the door.
The grace and confidence exuding from him-
A man who is a master of control.
He would tell her same scheduled time
As if she were an appointment
That merely needed to be kept…
Only in not so many words.
He knew she still regarded him;
Still sighed when she passed him in a crowded room,
Or at the office,
Or when he was with the woman his vows committed him to-
Even though there was the slightest pang of guilt.
In a brief second of staring into her eyes, he knew.
Her insides pulled in opposite directions
Twisting around like a knife through flesh-
The scathing pain she must’ve felt only when she was alone.
He took matters of her heart jokingly…
At their next “appointment”
She vowed to tell him it would be no more
Her heart could no longer take his indecision;
He looked at her,
Lounging back in his chair.
One leg crossed over the other-
He crushed his smoke in the ashtray
The last puff escaping him in a cloud.
Knowing his games were wearing thin-
Knowing this was the last thread she would allow pulled-
He strode over to her,
Determined to keep his satisfaction-
He leaned down and whispered…
With his last sullen chance to keep her enticed-
“Baby, I want everything and nothing at the same time.”

Poem #16…. Noir (Daily Poems-NPM)

“What do you want from me?”
The simple question is posed
In expectancy of a grandeur answer.
Her cigarette is placed strategically
Against the ashtray
Leaning back in the same position
She wishes he wanted her in.
She glances up hesitantly
The confident posture wilting.
Like a rose, petal by petal, crestfallen.
She wills him to respond
To yearn for her as she yearns for him…
The cloudy blue eyes pin her.
Seated in the dark corner
The light casting only against his lower half-
Against the drably painted wall.
The way every wall looks
In every room they meet.
Devoid of personalization and color.
His leg crossed over his knee,
A puff of smoke escapes him.
He loosens his tie and takes another drag.
She removes her silk red garment
Eases the straps down one by one-
Hoping to satisfy his hunger
Hoping he’s insatiable for only her.
Her heart racing in anticipation
He presses his smoke into the tray-
Light ashes floating up into the air.
…What does he want from me?…
He stands, towering so high her neck cranes.
Striding over to her,
Both hands push down on the mattress
Placed on either side of her
Sinking down…
Caging her in…trapped.
He stares.
His eyes pierce through her
Peering into her unkempt soul-
An empty naked shell waiting to be cracked.
His hand slowly grazes her cheek,
“Baby, I want everything and nothing at the same time.”

Poem #15…. Crimson (Daily Poems-NPM)

She yawns dramatically, the boredom clear.
Her eyes examine her perfectly manicured hand.
When the steel grey eyes interlock with mine,
I shudder.
The hollow and distant stare she lies upon me
Slowly drifting up and down, instill nothing but discomfort.
The twitch of her lip is but only for an instant-
But reassures me she takes comfort in my uneasiness.
I take note of the confidence exuding from her
As she alternates the cross legged position.
Between her beauty and ever swift movement-
The sudden dizziness leaves me disoriented.
She calmly sits back down, pulling a cigarette from her purse
Smiles with the crimson color of her lips
The orange flame reflecting in her empty pupils,
She patiently inhales a long…slow…drag.
My disorientation further grows as my notebook
Tumbles to the floor with a non echoing splat.
I look down…
I look at her…
She chuckles and smiles, taking another long, slow, drag.
I look down…
I look at her…
Her eyes go wide with innocence when she poses the question:
“Don’t your insides match my lips perfectly?”

Poem #14…. The Pendulum (Daily Poems-NPM)

Back and forth the pendulum swings-
The click and clack
Of the cool metal crashing together.
His eyes move in a trance-
The dark hollow pupiles dilate as he stares blankly at the pendulum.
His mind is silent.
His body is calm.
He is at peace…
As the click and clack crash together descending in pace,
His body goes rigid.
His mind screams verbal lashings
His nails dig firmly into his palms…
For once the pendulum ceases completely,
He will have come out of his trance.
He will look down at his red stained hands-
He will have realized the panic was from the last bated breath of the now lifeless figure on the floor…
And he smiles.

Poem #13…. Voices (Daily Poems-NPM)

Her shoulders slump in resigned defeat
As the whispers faintly tickle her ear.
The constant whispers-
All in a monotone resonance
Shred at her soul reminding her…
Of the sunshine she will never feel on her skin again-
The grass she will longer dance on with bare feet.
The monotone resonance
Continues to eat away at her-
Informing her of the shackles that will lay to waste
Her existence..
Her.. self. loathing. existence.
The whispers…
They tell her what she’s long already known.
Her freedom was a merely a mediocre facade.
Her freedom ended…
When the voices began.

Nominated for a Liebster Award!…TWICE!



I am finally able to get around to posting this. It’s been crazy busy with work, posting daily poems, and writing my second novel-it’s a whole big thing. Can there be two of me, please??

Anyway… I’ve been nominated twice for this, and I have to say, I’m honestly quite flattered. I’ve never been nominated for anything like this, so I may or may not have done a happy dance. :)

Since being nominated by both John Guillen and Mahaga, I’ve met some pretty cool people, so thank you guys!





11 Facts about good old Mel:

  1. I have performed twice on stage as a slam poet. I was so incredibly nervous the first time. But, a lady come up to me at intermission and told me it was so touching and that I had a true gift. I cried.
  2. I LOVE and I mean LOVE dance. I took hip hop dance classes for 3 years and performed on stage once. That was awesome too. My close friends and family came and brought flowers for me. I felt totally legit.
  3. My two favorite shows of all time are: So You Think You Can Dance and Friends. I’m almost positive I can quote every single episode of Friends…from all ten seasons. Yes, I’ve watched it that much.
  4. I’m a hopeless romantic. I have a set movie night once a month with a few close girlfriends of mine and we watch classic movies. I’m talking the *le sigh, I want my love life to resemble this dreaminess we’re currently watching* ie: Casablanca, Sabrina, Gone with the Wind, Funny Face, Breakfast at Tiffany’s, The Apartment… Well, you get the point ;)
  5. Although I’m a hopeless romantic, I will watch literally any genre of movie. I’m a huge superhero geek, so when the most recent Captain America 2 came out, I watched it in 3D, twice. And stood till the end of the credits. Didn’t you know, Marvel comic movies, Stan Lee, there’s always something after the credits!
  6. I have three tattoos. My most recent was back in October. It’s on my forearm and the words are: “I refuse to sink”. It’s my favorite tattoo and one I share with an author best friend of mine. <3
  7. Makeup. Beauty. YouTube Videos. All of it. I love. And when I say love, I’m talking when I really try to get all gussied up, allot a two to three hour window before I’m ready. Hair and makeup has to look fab, duh. :) I also watch no less than three beauty YouTube videos a night. Nope. I don’t have a problem, what do you mean??
  8. I changed the main character’s name of my book at least five times. Which then spiraled to every other character being changed. There is only one name that stood through all of the changes. My beta readers would respond with, “Of course you did, you’re the queen of changing names.” Whenever I hit them with a new one lol.
  9. I’m Puerto Rican… but am not fluent in Spanish. Working on it though.
  10. I live to inspire people. Even if I’m having the shittiest day of all days, I will still try to lift someone else up. You never know how much a person can need a kind word, or to read a touching quote. I honest to God want for someone to say to me one day: “Because of you, I didn’t give up.” My life would complete. That would make me richer than I’ve ever been in my entire life.
  11. I have not always been a poet. I actually didn’t even know I could write poems. My first actual poem came a little over a year ago after reading one of the most epic books I’ve ever read called Slammed by Colleen Hoover. The poetry and the story involved in the book was simply brilliant. I’m most proud of that poem because a friend of mine posted my review of the book to the author’s FB page. In turn the author liked my review so much she sent me signed freaking copies of her book! I cried then, too.


Lord I was born a ramblin’ man…. (The Allman Brothers Band).. Now for the 11 questions to answer:

1. What kind of music do you like to listen to while writing, if any at all?

I listen to all kinds of music when I write. Certain songs will inspire certain scenes. As long as music is on, I’m good to go.

2. What is it about writing that keeps you going, even when you’re not sure you want to continue?

My readers and fans. Hands down, no question about it. The fact that people enjoy something that came from my mind and are itching for more, literally blows my mind. In the best way possible. :)

3. Who is your favorite author?

Well, damn. I don’t have just one. There are so many. Off the top of my head, I’m going to go with Paulo Coelho. I’m currently reading “The Alchemist” and this man is otherworldly.

4. What genre do you read, but swear you’ll never write?

Lions and tigers and bears, oh my! Haha, jk. But seriously. Vampires and werewolves, I enjoy reading them (The Night Huntress series by Jeanine Frost check it out. So good), but not willing to take it on. Also YA. I enjoy a good story line, but my characters are more rated R. Plus, I like the freedom that comes with writing adult characters.

5. What do you do when you tell yourself something along the lines of ‘I’ll only procrastinate a little bit longer’?

Since it’s been happening more often than not lately, I watch my tivo. SO many good shows I just can’t keep up with! :/

6. What brings you right into a writing mood, and how do you keep it that way?

Lots of things I suppose. Music, my characters. Sometimes, I just have to dive in, even if I don’t feel like it, within a few minutes, I’m lost in my own story.

And my writing sanctuary/vanity: (I love the peace it brings me!)

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7. Favorite series, and favorite stand alone?

I have a few favorites series and probably stand alones. Let’s see: The Vampire Academy series by Richelle Mead, Gabriel’s Inferno series by Sylvain Reynard (seriously, EPIC writing.) Slammed series by Colleen Hoover, The Dark Duet series by CJ Roberts (it’s so dark and twisted and I love it.). Hmm stand alones…I haven’t read it yet, but I’m going to call it now, based on what I know of it, what I’ve heard of it, and how it’s gutted people: The Fault in Our Stars by John Green.

8. Have you ever seriously screwed up your sleeping schedule because of a book? Was it worth it, and what were you reading?

Who hasn’t?? Lol. The last time I can recall jacking up my sleeping schedule for a book was when I read Undeniable by Madeline Sheehan. Couldn’t put it down. Read it in one sitting and don’t know how I made it to work the next day.

9. What do you do to remember those ideas you come up with when you’re not able to write?

I usually put a note in Evernote on my phone, or email it to myself. Then add it to an idea sheet I have saved on my USB to come back to at a later time to see if it fits with my story line still. If it’s a completely different idea for a book, rinse and repeat :)

10. Are there any books or series that you thought were great, and then the ending just ruined everything for you?

The Hunger Games. I didn’t finish all three, but one of my friends slipped and told me everything because she thought I had finished. Nope. Wasn’t a fan of the series closure. I do like the movies though. So far, the movies have been pretty attuned to the books in my opinion.

11. Why do you write?

Because it soothes my soul.

My Nominations:

  1. Real Talented
  2. The Stark Comma
  3. Emma Guinness Writing
  4. Shadow of Iris
  5. Alana Munro Author
  6. Art Gland
  7. Become Empowered
  8. Best Makeup Beauty
  9. Keith Garrett Poetry

Okay so those are my nominations. Diverse and fun to follow! I’m supposed to come up with 11 more questions, but as it is late, and I still have to write my daily poem, you can answer the same ones I did :)

Poem #12…. Diagnosis (Daily Poems-NPM)

The buzzing sounds in her ear-
A reminder of the schedule
She’s so longed to forget.
The consistent time she’s allotted
With no one to console her.
Her restitution lies upon
Having just one person
To hear her cries
To believe the stories.
The ones that break away from her lips-
A horror story on replay.
She talks and talks
Willing the man staring back at her to listen-
To not have eyes of the disbelief.
She reminds herself
No matter what she says
He will always have that look-
The one of disbelief
The one of discontent.
And what will be her diagnosis?
He will regale her with excuses-
It’s not real.
He judges her with his eyes.
And what does she desire?
To look back into those eyes-
The ones she deems a soulless pitied version.
Ones that should be concerned but instead dismisses.
What does she purely desire?
To pluck them out.