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Mar 2019 · 288
One Day
maria Mar 2019
Along the path I have taken
Flowers and thorns had welcomed me
It’s not an easy road ahead of us all
To the day I finally reach its end.

On that day, I’ll lose one of my abilities
The constant reassurance, a necessity
As I lower my gaze from the horizon
A certain light enters my line of vision.

That’s what I think whatever will happen to me
On the day I reach my final destiny
Not that I full on anticipate such thing
But I can’t help but wonder about this upcoming finale.
May 2018 · 253
different?
maria May 2018
I’ve heard different people
Singing the same song
But in different tone
And giving off their own.

I’ve read different stories
Beginning the same way
Yet it all ends oddly
In their own special way.

I’ve seen different lives
All ending in similar ways
But with different reasons
And peculiar outcomes.
Apr 2018 · 188
Anxious
maria Apr 2018
Anxiety *****
It sings a familiar tune
Everytime you hear it
But different lyrics
With original conflict
That a writer can either drown in
Or rise up.
Feb 2018 · 493
You wouldn't know
maria Feb 2018
Stop playing with my feelings
And getting my hopes oh so high
That I'll think you're still liking
And I'll just be too shy.

I question the universe's decision,
I have made fantasies and renditions,
But nothing compares to those small sparks
Whenever I talk with you during the day's dark.

And whenever we hear teases
Of all the jokes and praises
To the times you actually cared
Also, to when you were unfair.

I wouldn't admit I still wish
Granting me the want I crave.
And with one swish,
He is all I have....

To take.

But you wouldn't know why
Mr. He of all high
And I just want you to know
That even if we're not alone
I'd still know whenever you're not okay
And I'll always be there anyway.

Thanks for being a friend for more than a year
Even if I wish we could be more than just cheers.
belated.
Jan 2018 · 217
unaware
maria Jan 2018
I feel the thorns piercing
Like my heart trying to be free from the grip
And my mind pounding yelling it to stop
But it remained unanswered, unrecognized.

Not a single thought of doubt has escaped
All imprisoned in my mind
Played by my neurons on repeat
Until even my own my mind is sick of me.

The screams are getting louder
At the back of my head, no silence
It rings until I go deaf
Until I go beyond just simple self-doubt.
Jan 2018 · 356
We Could've Had It
maria Jan 2018
My heart is breaking,
But at the same it's not
I'm so confuse on what's happening
I wish I should've known this would come.

I didn't notice the glances you made
Maybe I was too busy daydreaming to see.
The poems you've created,
Suprisingly were all for me.

It's sad to know we could've had something
But none of us made a move
And it breaks my heart
That I'm the only one who remained in love with you.
i wrote a story in summary
Dec 2017 · 383
I Wish
maria Dec 2017
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.
Nov 2017 · 272
In the eye
maria Nov 2017
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.
Oct 2017 · 360
Home?
maria Oct 2017
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?
Oct 2017 · 275
Storytellers
maria Oct 2017
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?
Sep 2017 · 367
The Way We Act
maria Sep 2017
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?
Aug 2017 · 1.3k
A Little Firefly
maria Aug 2017
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?
Jul 2017 · 441
Who?
maria Jul 2017
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
Apr 2017 · 335
Seasons
maria Apr 2017
The caged animals used to sing
A song so sweet in every spring
Where birds chirp happily
And everyone would dance joyfully.

On winter, a single voice hums
Appears when December comes
Nobody dares to contradict
The said voice ever so sweet.

I know why they're not singers
During the scorching hot summers
Where everything is too dry
Not even a single animal could cry.

Autumn, the season of ordinary
Yet at the same time extraordinary.
Falling leaves of red, orange and yellow
The melody of their songs very mellow.
i don't know anymore
Mar 2017 · 487
What have you done?
maria Mar 2017
On the days where we feel so down
And no one can replace our frown
As the night becomes day
Everything seems astray.

Of all the things we've done
And all the things that are gone
I have no clue as to what
I wish to do with that.

A single action made it worse
As it is already coarse
All of the times you spoke
And all of the times you provoked.

Outrage and terrifying experiences
Of whatever that is
Under your command,
Under your simple stand.

All of the things you have done
A thing to be said undone
On the days where we wear masks
On the day where he asks,

What have you done?
i'm new help me

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