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110 · Jul 2019
Lost
Lara Mari Jul 2019
A sparrow lost it's way back home one day.
He was scared, and his wings hurt from flying away
from the hawk chasing him, a tiny dinner.
As he perched on a tree, the sun rays got thinner
and he lost hope of ever returning home.
109 · Jan 2020
Nothing.
Lara Mari Jan 2020
Suddenly it hit me:
a maelstrom of nothingness.
I can't discern it, it isn't tangible.

I run through the emotions in my head:
sadness
anger
fear.

None of them fit what I feel.

There's a cloud hanging over my head:
ominous,
deep,
grim.

I've only just noticed it's presence,
I think.
109 · Jun 2019
Sister, dear
Lara Mari Jun 2019
14 years ago, I made a new friend
With bright pink cheeks and stubby legs.
She cried all night, never let me sleep
So I asked my mom if she was ours to keep.

I hid her "biberon,"
I was reprimanded.
She pulled my hair,
And I pulled hers.

She looked cute, and I did not
As we grew older, we argued and fought.

I grew, she grew. We grew apart.
But I really wanted to see the person she'd become.

When she sprays deodorant
I know she's masking
The perfume of Marlboro smoke

And when she locks the bathroom door
I know she has a Juul in her mouth
She's sitting on the marble floor.  

We used to band together, we hated
How our dad smokes, and how he yells.
But now she's inheriting the path
That he so wrongly chose.

Crinkled joint wrappers,
Crumbs of **** and hash,
Lighter-play.
This cannot be the person you've so wanted to become.

I know sometimes you're my shadow
But you're worth so much.
You're smart, you're kind, you have a glow
That I am so SO proud of.

Sister, dear,
What are you doing?
Rebelling? Fighting? Confusing yourself?
You say you're fat, ugly, worthless
And you feel a misfit.

But sister, dear,
You're gorgeous, amazing, worth so much.
I love, I care, I need you,
Sister, dear, enough is enough.
105 · Jul 2020
Dark Lover
Lara Mari Jul 2020
When the perfect storm came
She sat by her window
Trying to forget her sunburns.

After suffering a day of sticky light
And sweltering heat
She found a friend
In the cool chaos of the night.

The thunder, more thunderous,
The lightning, even brighter.
Pieces of hail striking her window
Dragging down the droplets of rain.

Grey sky, soaked pavement,
In the end she fell in love
With the enormous expense of sky
Tainting the earth
As if it were its canvas.
100 · Oct 2019
Excuses
Lara Mari Oct 2019
Social life.
I'm busy.

Dinner.
I'm not hungry.

Sleep.
I'm not tired.

Therapist.
I'm fine.
90 · Sep 2020
Unknown
Lara Mari Sep 2020
We leave the world the way it is,
not seeing past it.

Sophocles left behind his theatres,
not knowing of his plays today.

Buried underground,
we see no progress.

Shakespeare doesn't know
I read his plays in class.

Not alive to experience
the next invention.

Gutenberg won't ever know
how books are published now.

We never live to tell the tale
to future people,

how things were made,
how things were done.

We leave the world the way it is,
not seeing past it,

so what creations will follow mine?

— The End —