mariashabalin - Hello Poetry

You heralded yourself in such a way that no one could come close. You sought your outcome in a bed of women with knives in their socks. I see who you are. Your eyes are empty sockets that see light in the dark, Because your mind has imagined it all.

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Apr 3, 2024

Apr 3, 2024 at 11:51 PM UTC

mariashabalin

Charles Bonnet Syndrome

You heralded yourself in such a way that no one could come close. You sought your outcome in a bed of women with knives in their socks. I see who you are. Your eyes are empty sockets that see light in the dark, Because your mind has imagined it all.

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I lie here, thinking of you, As I often do. This time, however, I realized it might not be true— The dream I have of us, where you wear red and I wear blue, As a symbolic representation of our spiritual hues. It can't possibly be real; that which constantly plays in my head. The idealized form exists in the mind, but when materialized, it's just a bunch of pale roses in the garden bed. There's not enough water to keep them red, The sun doesn't shine brightly enough, and they fail to live up to what was said. "They will be so beautiful, they will be so nice." But the months go by, only for their sweet fragrance to be trapped in winter's ice, And I think even if our love does compare to what's in my mind, It won't last a lifetime. Does that dissuade me from pursuing you? Not entirely, though it leaves me confused. Why do I follow what will be bruising, when I could sit and forever peruse, The depths of my imagination, the stories I've told, In an effort to construct the perfect love with my mirroring soul.

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Aug 23, 2023

Aug 23, 2023 at 11:51 PM UTC

mariashabalin

Does the love I want exist in this world?

I lie here, thinking of you, As I often do. This time, however, I realized it might not be true— The dream I have of us, where you wear red and I wear blue, As a symbolic representation of our spiritual hues. It can't possibly be real; that which constantly plays in my head. The idealized form exists in the mind, but when materialized, it's just a bunch of pale roses in the garden bed. There's not enough water to keep them red, The sun doesn't shine brightly enough, and they fail to live up to what was said. "They will be so beautiful, they will be so nice." But the months go by, only for their sweet fragrance to be trapped in winter's ice, And I think even if our love does compare to what's in my mind, It won't last a lifetime. Does that dissuade me from pursuing you? Not entirely, though it leaves me confused. Why do I follow what will be bruising, when I could sit and forever peruse, The depths of my imagination, the stories I've told, In an effort to construct the perfect love with my mirroring soul.

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Mystified by your absence What will make us come alive again? Years of perdition in a hole of vacant eyes Try to find me, try to see me Will you recognize that face in the mirror?

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Apr 23, 2023

Apr 23, 2023 at 8:22 PM UTC

mariashabalin

Drunk In LA

Mystified by your absence What will make us come alive again? Years of perdition in a hole of vacant eyes Try to find me, try to see me Will you recognize that face in the mirror?

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I felt a wave of love from the trees, Green in their growth and sweet in their fruit. I simply asked, "Would you help me wipe away this soot? The soot that clings to my heart and darkens all that should feel lovely." They said, "Come near and take a seat. Can you feel our roots growing beneath? Will you intertwine your breath with mine? And when you weep, will you touch the soil and feel our heartbeat?" To the giants of the land, I replied, "I can feel your love, know your knowledge, and see your vision. You are the serenity that bridges earth and sky, While I am but a morsel of your magic that will surely pass before you die. The power you possess in your filtering form Creates life for those who here are born. But I ask, who will you be when you return to the sacred place we all deeply yearn?"

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Apr 14, 2023

Apr 14, 2023 at 10:58 PM UTC

mariashabalin

serenity grasped my hand on a Sunday morning

I felt a wave of love from the trees, Green in their growth and sweet in their fruit. I simply asked, "Would you help me wipe away this soot? The soot that clings to my heart and darkens all that should feel lovely." They said, "Come near and take a seat. Can you feel our roots growing beneath? Will you intertwine your breath with mine? And when you weep, will you touch the soil and feel our heartbeat?" To the giants of the land, I replied, "I can feel your love, know your knowledge, and see your vision. You are the serenity that bridges earth and sky, While I am but a morsel of your magic that will surely pass before you die. The power you possess in your filtering form Creates life for those who here are born. But I ask, who will you be when you return to the sacred place we all deeply yearn?"

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Nothing makes the chatter stop Drop your gun and take it from the top My head, my hands, my legs, my feet What would be left if I went to meet the great gig in the sky, all those that came before that never die? Would they look at me as crazed? Would they tell me that I had wisdom beyond my days? I will never know because I'm bound to grow Here where greed is ripe, where liars hide Sat firmly in the great cosmic ride

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Apr 3, 2023

Apr 3, 2023 at 8:36 PM UTC

mariashabalin

The Great Gig in the Sky

Nothing makes the chatter stop Drop your gun and take it from the top My head, my hands, my legs, my feet What would be left if I went to meet the great gig in the sky, all those that came before that never die? Would they look at me as crazed? Would they tell me that I had wisdom beyond my days? I will never know because I'm bound to grow Here where greed is ripe, where liars hide Sat firmly in the great cosmic ride

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I saw the life in the trees Looked past death’s taxes and fees Crept into locked corridors to see Nothing could catch up with me Control kept hands off of my heart Past baggage away I would cart Seasons blessed the shadows of the moon All the while I was becoming the neighborhood loon Reality kicked my side one day in June Days of bliss dragged until it was too soon I realized love was never floating around And just like that I wanted to be put in the ground

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Dec 28, 2022

Dec 28, 2022 at 12:27 AM UTC

mariashabalin

I ran with love but couldn’t keep up

I saw the life in the trees Looked past death’s taxes and fees Crept into locked corridors to see Nothing could catch up with me Control kept hands off of my heart Past baggage away I would cart Seasons blessed the shadows of the moon All the while I was becoming the neighborhood loon Reality kicked my side one day in June Days of bliss dragged until it was too soon I realized love was never floating around And just like that I wanted to be put in the ground

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Pretty people I don’t really care for Beds I don’t make Souls that walk barefoot Or people that are bare I can’t hug a stranger For someone might be led astray A curse or a blessing It’s not up to me to say They always say it’s up to god But god doesn’t make much sense I only know myself And even that I can’t explain

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Dec 13, 2022

Dec 13, 2022 at 10:47 PM UTC

mariashabalin

Subterranean Homesick Alien

Pretty people I don’t really care for Beds I don’t make Souls that walk barefoot Or people that are bare I can’t hug a stranger For someone might be led astray A curse or a blessing It’s not up to me to say They always say it’s up to god But god doesn’t make much sense I only know myself And even that I can’t explain

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Euphoria spellbinding me into complacency Makes a dream of liberation Too far to become reality A carousel spinning while I sit still Finding myself captive Not against my own will Colors that placate the mind Glitter seeming sound like gold Silver linings that I may never find One may tell me and never be told These days that hold me prisoner Distracted, divisive, and dead My arms that feel heavier When I wake from a dreaming bed How I wish to know true freedom For captivity I breathe in still Confined by the early stardom And running from a future bill

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Nov 2, 2022

Nov 2, 2022 at 9:20 PM UTC

mariashabalin

Take me off, I’m running too high

Euphoria spellbinding me into complacency Makes a dream of liberation Too far to become reality A carousel spinning while I sit still Finding myself captive Not against my own will Colors that placate the mind Glitter seeming sound like gold Silver linings that I may never find One may tell me and never be told These days that hold me prisoner Distracted, divisive, and dead My arms that feel heavier When I wake from a dreaming bed How I wish to know true freedom For captivity I breathe in still Confined by the early stardom And running from a future bill

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Feel my heart’s attention You can hear it Buried deep, pounding like thunder Thun, thun, done. Done are the days where I’ve loved you So few they seemed Hours onto hours Then nothing complete Done are the days of this youthful mourning So little of love was seen.

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Jun 2, 2022

Jun 2, 2022 at 7:50 PM UTC

mariashabalin

8ball

Feel my heart’s attention You can hear it Buried deep, pounding like thunder Thun, thun, done. Done are the days where I’ve loved you So few they seemed Hours onto hours Then nothing complete Done are the days of this youthful mourning So little of love was seen.

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The fumes from my paintings are making me high or am i feeling that feeling you keep chasing wait, did you just whisper to me that we share that goal of chasing highs no not of chasing but of being in love with one another maybe im just crazy slowly coming to nothing but a single word children.

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May 26, 2022

May 26, 2022 at 7:20 PM UTC

mariashabalin

im an artist, happy?

The fumes from my paintings are making me high or am i feeling that feeling you keep chasing wait, did you just whisper to me that we share that goal of chasing highs no not of chasing but of being in love with one another maybe im just crazy slowly coming to nothing but a single word children.

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