Ycela OrtizAcacia WoodAcacia wood, Thaddeus had noted as he circled the man bleeding out on the forest floor. According to Mr. Ollivander, it was considered a…Aug 11Aug 11
Ycela Ortiza poem.I need you to look at me. And I mean to really at me. Look through the windows into my soul and see my pain. It’s not something that…Jan 23, 20232Jan 23, 20232
Ycela OrtizChoicesI don’t hate you — I hate the choices you see rather than the person I am Everyone makes choices, both good and bad Yet society chooses…Sep 28, 2022Sep 28, 2022
Ycela OrtizSometimes I ForgetSometimes I forget what it was like before you showed up into my life. It was plain and a bit boring at times, but it was simple. My life…Feb 9, 2021Feb 9, 2021
Ycela OrtizBroken Promises (A Short Free Verse Poem)Your touch is not an unwelcome one. It’s soft and gentle and, I want to imagine, loving.Jan 15, 2021Jan 15, 2021
Ycela OrtizIntimate (A Short Free Verse Poem)The warmth of your touch against my skin — It’s like holding the sun in the palms of my handsJan 11, 20211Jan 11, 20211
Ycela OrtizMy TownMy town, small and old You remind me of happy summers and sad days. Change is slow with your age, but you’re changing nonetheless.Jan 8, 2021Jan 8, 2021
Ycela OrtizMy Depression as a PoemDepression to me is smiling through the pain —Jan 5, 2021Jan 5, 2021
