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 Jun 2014 Maria
Sevonna
What is that there, that you have?
A love that was forgotten.  
Scribbled down was a note of passion.
A picture laid down next to it, crumbled up.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

What is that feeling of hatred?
That's mixed with sadness.
A tragic love story that was rebirth from the ashes.
It quickly tumbled down, to an unknown place.
A place to be forgotten, a place with simple grace.

What is left, but for simple forgiveness?
Shout it out, at the top of your lungs.
What has been said and what has been done.
Catch your breath for the fallen ones.
Leave your mark on the forgotten ones.
 Jun 2014 Maria
Cristina
Stay
 Jun 2014 Maria
Cristina
I laugh, I cry, I even cuss
I throw the words out in the lust.
you have to stay, don't go away.
Embrace me like in the first day.
I am not lost,
Remember that...
I've found you out in the dust
You're hurting and seamed lost.
I care, I kiss, I even love.
But in the end
You choose to die.
You choose to go away
'cuz you don't have for what to stay.
 Jun 2014 Maria
Third Legacy
Another
 Jun 2014 Maria
Third Legacy
It  pains me to  see
You in the arms of another
To see you bear happiness
in the comfort of your lover

If I could replace every moment
with a moment to be with you
Cherishing every second
A moment sweet and true

But in sorrow, they turned to memories
So Colorless and so pale
Your photograph, my only remedy
Still, my heart becomes frail

Oh, to see you again!
Immense joy it would bring.
Renewed in every moment
To each moment I would cling

But it still pains to see you
For me knowing the fact
You're still in the arms of another
With whom you made a pact

And it pains me to know
that I am a witness
of the love that was before me
and your lover's sweet caress
 Jun 2014 Maria
sassy
UNFINISH
 Jun 2014 Maria
sassy
I am reading a poem that tells the story of my life titled: UNFINISH
 Jun 2014 Maria
sassy
The HUG
 Jun 2014 Maria
sassy
Silence covered the wide horizon
drowning the sounds of world’s movement
Child screams all of a sudden
frightened by the raging lament

An open door burst yellow light
but it won’t lead to the heavens
The wood keeps the truth from his sight
yet reveals all invitations

His eyes so bright though so poignant
shows how much he’d love to go back
to hold his mother left behind
and uncover the casket that’s locked

His hands so small and fragile
would do anything to touch her
to feel her warmth, see her smile
and to be with her forever

He found the courage to stand
and lift his body from his cot
then there she is waving her hand
diminished all fears from his thoughts
 Jun 2014 Maria
Nickols
There once was a girl who lived at the bottom of a hole.
It was dark and damp and really, in fact, not all that nice.
She slept with worms and the crawling things nestling in her unkempt hair.
It was cold, and unnerving living within the ever moving earth.
But
the girl would never abandon the only comfort she's ever known.
The sanctuary of her home of bones and stones.
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