Mariskalee: Poems

2.3k · Jun 2018

Vibes

Mariskalee Jun 2018

Vibes

I know you sense the vibe.
And no not the physical vibe.
The vibe that we both know this won't last. Yet we still sustain the tribe that
we have promised that will last.
I know you sense the vibe.
And no not the positive vibe.
The vibe we both know this attraction we've built is over. Yet we sustain the
lie that we have entwined that will last.
I know you sense the vibe.
And no not the soul creating vibe.
The vibe that we both know this romantic fiction has become an ugly reality. Yet we sustain this perfect imagery.

We both know this vibe will not last.

199 · May 2018

Scars

Mariskalee May 2018

Scars

Oh I say because ouch was too clichè.
Oh wow how could I let him scar me.
How could I let my soul be opened to be scarred?
Oh how was I fool to let the depths of his lies stab my heart to reach my soul?
Was I blind? Or was a just a fool to the illusion of a fairytale?
Oh how could I let the blink of your eyes capture my soul to let your bitterness scar my pretty face I ask?
Oh was my level of integrity too much for your manhood to handle I ask?
Oh I say!! Because this scar has taken over my pride to even smile.
Oh I say because ouch was too clichè.

94 · Dec 2022

Maybe

Mariskalee Dec 2022

Maybe

It wasn’t expected, it wasn’t a thought neither far nor near. Your death was never on the tip of the tongue or split of a thought.

I never got to grieve, it was selfish of them.
I never got my rights, it was all about them.
I never said hello nor goodbye, it was all for them.

I have no right to miss you because I never paid for you.
I have no right to say your name because Sundays weren’t our days.
I have no right to wish for another day as we don’t share the same DNA.

All I can say is maybe in another time.

88 · Aug 2018

Wish

Mariskalee Aug 2018

Wish

I wished you were the one.
The one whom won’t break my heart.
A heart that was already oh so fragile.
I wished I knew why.
Why you patched up my soul to only set it to flames.
Oh and not the good type of flames.
The flames that started from your heart that withered your frame.
Now I sit here wishing why did you say those sweet words?
Was all just a game?
Was I ever something or anyone to you?

Now all I can do is wish to know the truth.

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