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604 · Feb 2014
Wait
Marge Redelicia Feb 2014
I'm scared that I might trip,
Fall ******* my hard head,
And sink deep into
Oceans of my own tears so
I'm trying to get to you as fast as I can
But I'm not rushing
I'm not rushing, no.

Take heart to wait longer,
As I take time to get stronger
Because right now I'm not ready
But when that day comes
I'm certain I will be.
And I'm really sorry
For taking so long but please
Wait eagerly,
But wait patiently
And most of all,
Wait faithfully.

Until that day
We see each other
Wait, Love
Just wait for me.
To whoever you may be.
590 · Nov 2013
Eyes of a Child
Marge Redelicia Nov 2013
Four feet tall
with rosy, chubby cheeks,
with a big smile, despite missing teeth,
with the wide, bright eyes
that stare at me.

I stare right back
in envy.

Once again
I wish to see the world from the eyes of a child:
eyes filled with wonder
for all made in Creation
eyes filled with care
for men in dire situations
eyes filled with eagerness
for every challenge, every endeavor
eyes filled with hope
for tomorrow, the unknown future
eyes filled with faith
that everything has a reason
eyes filled with joy
for life will be fine, great even.

I tried to recall:
Since when have my sight been lost?
Once again,
Even just for one more time,
I wish to see the world from the eyes of a child.
In elementary I would win as "Most Diligent" EVERY SINGLE YEAR. Now in high school they should crown me as the queen of procrastination and cramming. I have no idea what happened to me; I just want my old study habits back.
578 · Feb 2014
Building bridges
Marge Redelicia Feb 2014
I'm trying to build a bridge
To new chapters and seasons
With hopes that I would get over
You
But I can't help myself
From looking down,
Looking back at
The nevers and if evers.
I'm hitting my head
With these heavy bricks
Instead of just laying them down
And so I'm losing my mind
I don't know why
I don't know how
I don't know what now
I just don't for
Sometimes I just want
To let myself go:
Just jump off and fall
In love
But you are a deep, dark ravine
Too full of mystery,
Maybe even misery
But of this I am certain
That you would be
The death of me.
568 · May 2014
"roamance"
Marge Redelicia May 2014
you said you wanted
romance:

sweet compliments,
free dinner dates,
cheesy love letters, and
flowers and chocolates
and so you roam and prowl,
hunting hearts for your collection,
locking them up for your consumption.

but lately you said
the more you take,
the less you feel you have and
the more you stock up,
the more you feel empty.
you said you're so close to giving up
because you're too tired of searching

*but I think that's because
you've been finding for the wrong thing
you need love, not romance, dear.
561 · May 2014
I do
Marge Redelicia May 2014
You explained how
your country is requiring men your age
to join the force
and serve for some years,
but that was nothing like your
voluntary obligation to your dreams
to become a valiant fighter pilot
and so

You said goodbye.

I understood that.
My dad was a soldier as well,
but instead of the sky,
he was a man of the seas and distant shores.

What I didn't understand was
how my mother
could possibly love someone
who was barely even there
but now

*I think I do.
This is 80% fiction.
474 · Dec 2013
"shall we dance?"
Marge Redelicia Dec 2013
sway                            
   swing                      
      glide                  
fly              
            bend        
               spin me
i don't mind
as long as my hand
stays in yours
and yours in mine

your eyes pierced through mine
and brought new light
to my blinded eyes
though too soaked from
too much crying,
too much weeping
the spark blazed on
into a forest fire

there are times,
a lot of it,
when i would
go against your lead,
dance off beat,
and even step on your feet
but you didn't let go
and leave me alone,
you held me tighter
and pulled me closer

i'm already buried
too deep in your chest
too lost in your embrace
that i can't hear
the most exciting rhythm
or the sweetest melody
that they can play
but i'm dancing to the most
wonderful                    
beautiful        
glorious
song ever made

i'm dancing
to the beat of your heart
420 · Oct 2013
I can't believe
Marge Redelicia Oct 2013
He looked at me.
When I can't even
Look at myself,
He looked at me.
He looked at me and stared down deep,
With His eyes not of pity,
But of love.
387 · Dec 2013
Ugh Girls (10w)
Marge Redelicia Dec 2013
"I'm not like most girls",
so said every other girl.

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