Like flames, a spark came to life.
You looked me in my eyes
And I in yours
You put a smile on my face
Oh, a smile with a hint of regret
How come I didn’t see it?
I was happy
We had an agreement
One I liked, we both had our freedom
Except now, I know it is going to be me
I am the one who will end up with a broken heart
Because feelings never obey your rational part.
- M.J.R, 16/10-2019
Nov 6, 2019
Nov 6, 2019 at 12:18 PM UTC
Shoulders back
Head up
Breath.
Weave through the crowd
faster
yet slower
shoulders back, straight posture.
An opening ahead
clear space
light seeping through.
Like a moth to a flame.
Pose
and wait
breath in, breath out.
Surrounded by silence
than by darkness
the first tunes strike.
Head up
a broad smile
spotlight on
dance.
Move
spin
jump and mesmerize.
Tunes fade away
applaud is roaring
the smile fades.
Do I dance for myself or do I dance for validation?
MJR 11/01-18
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 5:16 AM UTC
It's so weird
how one little thing
can destroy so much.
The butterfly-effect
small causes
can have large effects.
MJR. 22/03-17
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 7:27 AM UTC
*Look into my eyes.
Do it.
Look at what you have done against me.
toyed around with me,
created pouches beneath my eyes,
turned the deep, brown color grey,
caused ephemeral moments where all life vanishes from my eyes.
YOU did this,
you caused this pit of hatred inside me
in the sparkle in my eyes.*
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 7:19 AM UTC
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Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 5:10 AM UTC
*I'm 18
Where am I in this life
I was 14
I knew where I was heading
I'm like a tidal wave
The ocean
Nuances of blue and black
Calm before the storm
Raging in different directions
Every single way
I'm able to go in all directions.
The sun sets behind my horizon
The wind is blowing
Taking me east
Now west
Calm before the storm.*
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 1:59 AM UTC
*Anger.
Rage.
Fury.
Resentment.
Bitterness.
Tantrum.
Wrath.
Rampage.
&
Misunderstandings.
It all starts with misunderstandings, if you would try to look over your own nose, you'd see.
You'd see that I am just trying
trying
trying*
trying
*to reach out.
With false hope, I got shot.
I thought it meant more.*
Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 4:43 AM UTC
*It's closing in
once again
water falls
leaves descend.
Night becomes darker
light deprived of its ember
fumbling around, on knees
struggles getting harder.*
Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 5:10 AM UTC
*Dear diary
Today I lost
Today I lost
I lost to the fury flames
The bonfire you lit
The bonfire that is taunting me tonight
Tonight
Tonight.
Please don't play with fire
Please don't play with fire
I have a short fuse
Trip and fall
The fire can't be undone
Undone
Undone.
Dear diary
Today I lost*
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 8:12 AM UTC
*I think a part of me have died. Is dying. Will die.
I think it happens to all of us. We're all living different lives,
but every breath we inhale and exhale again brings us closer to the same ending. Death.
That is our shared, final destination. Nevertheless, this other individual death happens through all of our life.
Someday we just realize that we are not the same person as we used to be; as we were just yesterday.
Think back a year. Who were you there?
Not the same as you find yourself to be today, I am sure.
Our naivety, our innocence on this world dies.
For every day passing by.
When one stops, dead-end in his or hers track to wonder about this,
this phenomenon,
they will always be looking for a cause,
a beginning.
For me?
It all began almost 8 years ago. And 5. And 4 years ago.
I bet it seems odd.
You cannot have 3 beginnings to your death?
You can have all the beginnings you want,
because it is a different piece of you, of your mind, every time.
The You who is dying, is sacrificing itself
so the newborn You can live.
An improved You,
more knowledgeable, graceful, stronger.
Yet flawed, since stronger in this case means colder and more calculating. Tougher. Closed.
Yet with the face of a newborn, ready to explore the world.
With a fragile mind and a fragile heart.*
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 5:14 AM UTC