Ida Margarita Nieves

Bronx, New York, USA

Ida Margarita Nieves - I have been writing fiction and poetry since the fourth grade. At South Bronx High School I worked on it's yearbook and newsletter. While attending Marymount College Tarrytown I was on the editorial board and contributing writer to it's literary review. After transferring to Marymount Manhattan College, I spent two years writing and taking photographs for its yearbook. I was never published until I participated in the National Library of Poetry's contest. I am a graduate of Marymount Manhattan College with a Bachelor of Arts in English Literature, and I am a file clerk at a doctor's office in New York City. I really want to pursue a career in writing, perhaps Publishing or Journalism. I Believe that writing has gotten me through a lot and that it could do the same for anybody.

Your Eyes

Your eyes look at me
accuse me.
I cannot look into them because I am
guilty.
Guilty
but of what?
For being human?
For having feelings?
For having emotions?
For living?
Living with the thought of not loving you
was too much to bare.
I was scared
so now your eyes look at me
accuse me,
hate me,
but can they one day look at me with love?

Fear My Friend

I fear I have lost everything.
Can It be?
I have never felt this way before
it's overwhelming,
it's too much!
This fear is paralyzing, consuming me.
The voice within my soul tells me to fight his fear,
but my heart says different.
It plunges me into all different kinds of confusion and
illusion
illusion about me, you
everything.
Fear is my faithful friend
sometimes comforting, but sometimes frightening me.
Instead of everything, I have gained fear.
It is better to have fear than have nothing at all.
Ah, what a torturous treasure.

Alone

Once again I am all alone
Why should it bother me now?
Maybe it's because I don't want to be alone.
Too much time has been spent
fearing,
fighting,
crying,
dying.
Dying inside alone each day without no one to care for
me
without no one to love me.
So, because there is nothing in life, I give myself to
the dark chasm that is loneliness
to be alone for the rest of eternity.