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maria Dec 2017

I Wish

I wish I could turn back time,
Don't most of us do?
To repeat the moments,
I have treasured with you.

I wish I could restart the year,
And then let our meetings be longer,
Time sluggishly moving for us,
As we slowly turn into friends.

I wish I could erase some moments,
So I could do more with positivity,
To embrace our happy memories
And delete all the miseries.

I wish I could rewrite the stars,
To the days that I completely adore,
To the times with you that I cherish,
I wish you knew how much I like you.

#love #secrets #crushes #infatuation

maria Nov 2017

In the eye

What do we normally see
In this world full of misery
What do we regularly speculate
In this place full of hate?

In the eye of a beholder,
We see different things,
Wonder a lot further
And daydreams full of flings.

maria Oct 2017

Home?

Lights won't guide me home
Because where is my home?
It's somewhere else, I can tell
But I can't find it well.

It's not a structure or a foundation,
It's not when I'm with my friends
Since they have other friends to go to
And they have other squads too.

It's not with my family,
Sure I treasure them dearly
But sometimes I feel out of place
With my sister's familiar face.

It's not when I'm alone
Dancing with my thoughts
Playing tag with my insecurities
And Jumping jacks with my anxiety.

So where is my home?
Is it anywhere near me, would you tell?

#sad #home #depress #questions #feelings #idontknow

maria Oct 2017

Storytellers

I have always wondered how storytellers live
How they tell tales in a way it seems they've known it before
And how they make the audience feel the emotions of the characters
And imagine them in their own little heads.

They are storytellers, not story makers
They just tell us what they read, not what they are
They shape the way they deliver the story, not the story itself
But how 'bout their own lives is it worth telling!

Is their tale just another story like others
Lost in the maze full of people's thoughts
Left to be unsaid and unheard
And definitely not appreciated by all?

They say you shouldn't narrate your own story to the world
And you should let it be narrated to you
But what if I told you we could be storytellers
And an amazing story maker too?

#stories #thoughts #random

maria Sep 2017

The Way We Act

Maybe it's the way we act
Or the way we all want things to be in tact
And not one single thought escaping
The realms of our own being.

So what if one time,
We act very differently than before
Are we not considered normal?
Like anyone from this fort?

Let's say one thought broke through
The chain of memories you've tried to stay but didn't pull through
And that thought was seen by all of your friends
What would you feel then?

Let's say it's about our talking
The way we express every meaning
Now, is it really hard to tell
If I'm telling the truth or lying that you've all fell?

#talking #acting #moving #humans #people #thoughts #mind #questions #insecurities

maria Aug 2017

A Little Firefly

A little firefly would always be free
Flashing its bulb happily
But once a curious person sees,
Trapped and shall never see the glees.

This said firefly must have a choice
To help itself, or join the noise
Of its new "owner", in a tiny world of moist
Where everything is not its choice.

Who is this firefly and what had it done?
To the world that might claim it already gone
Once a liberal insect, buzzing from afar
Now just a mere speck in the dark.

But it had a decision to make,
Be free or be fake,
And if I were that bug what should I choose,
A life of quietness or a life without clues?

#firefly #decision #decisionmaking #choices #life

maria Jul 2017

Who?

There's a newcomer in town
That goes by with a frown
Everyone seems to fear him
Everyone calls him the "grim."

But is he truly the grim?
Or is he just another person full of sin
Sins that he tries to hide
Sins that were meant to stay inside.

"Of what? Where?" asks the lady
Who works by the department of treasury
And goes to question the newcomer
Where he came from or whose his father.

The questions left her lips
No answers were left from his lips
The man stared at her, waiting
Frustrated, she left him on the railing.

"What?? Railing you say?!" exclaims Madam Frost.
The town's gossip of everyday cost.
"What was he doing there?"
The rumours spread in the heavy air.

And as the week bled
Nobody went to ask about where he went
It remained a mystery
Until one day a scream was heard full of misery.

"Who are you? What have you done?!" a man asks.
No one replied since nobody knew who he was
The newcomer glanced at all of them
Landing his stare at the corpse of Mr. Helm.

"I am merely a person of wonder
A person who wanted to do his ministry
No one disturbed my wander
So I tried to take away his misery,

Sadly, it seems
My work isn't for him
I am sorry for what I have caused
Goodbye, to the town I thought would change my cost."

The town is left preplexed
Trying to process what has been said
Who is this man and what has he done
To the person who is now gone?

A simple story full of everything and nothing

#anonymous #depress #sadness #isolation #who #death