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485 · Oct 2018
Re(wind) Re(Play)
Maria Etre Oct 2018
I will not allow you
to replay your
past relationship
featuring me.

Throw that tape
Direct a new one

Scene 1
Take 1

(snap goes the clapped)
cutting all strings
with the past  

SILENCE

....Rolling ....
484 · Jul 2018
Anthony
Maria Etre Jul 2018
Don't change
the pe(r)son
I s(e)e
in good (m)(a)tters
and bad
s(i)tuatio(n)s
"If I could give you my eyes" Series
484 · Oct 2017
In the Nude
Maria Etre Oct 2017
When was the
last time
you felt the
liberating rush
of the naked truth?
482 · May 8
Wet Ink
Maria Etre May 8
Here,
Let me wet
your quill
That's what
I call
a fresh
start
481 · Feb 5
Gravity-less
Maria Etre Feb 5
"I am over the moon", love said
"But how can you breathe?" logic asked

"I can't", love smiled
"How are you alive?", logic asked

"I am catching my breath", love replied
"Up there?", logic replied

"Weightlessly",
love closed its eyes
and fell
480 · Aug 2018
Ali
Maria Etre Aug 2018
Ali
Your facade
does no(t)
r(e)flect
(n)or give justice
to what's
insi(d)e that
h(e)art of you(r)s
that you
keep hidden
"If I Could Give You My Eyes" Series
479 · Jun 2018
Starting Point
Maria Etre Jun 2018
.
(No one ever started a novel with a point, here's mine)
477 · Dec 2019
Role Play
Maria Etre Dec 2019
"I"
am
probably
"You"
in someone else's story
476 · Sep 2018
Page 1
Maria Etre Sep 2018
I am
still writing the
"introduction"
and it seems
to over take
the book
of
me

"Hi"
474 · Jan 2017
Free Fall
Maria Etre Jan 2017
It was this fear in my heart
and challenge in my mind
that pushed me
to sky dive
with my dreams
and enjoy
the fall and
hope for an
awesome  
crash!
471 · Feb 2019
Rebirth
Maria Etre Feb 2019
My eyes got their
shine back
when yours
put the sun to sleep
470 · Mar 2019
Reflect
Maria Etre Mar 2019
What's wrong with loving everyone
is that not all know how to
love back.
466 · Aug 2018
Lyna
Maria Etre Aug 2018
(F)or all the
t(o)ugh times
that (c)alled
for (u)ltimate
(s)trength...
remember
them..
"If I Could Give You My Eyes" Series
Maria Etre Jan 9
"I oddly miss you",
words
slipped off her
tongue
like a waterslide  


That's when the heart
goes
"*** did I just feel?"
465 · Jan 2017
Tip of Things
Maria Etre Jan 2017
Leave me
basking in the chaos
of my unstable mind
drunk on my fantastical thoughts
high on my imagination
and slowly tripping
into feelings
I know I can
pin down
to reality
with the tip of my
pencil
464 · Oct 2017
Oh-ctober
Maria Etre Oct 2017
There is something
about grey skies
and cold days
that makes
sadness
warm
464 · Dec 2018
Nude
Maria Etre Dec 2018
When you have nothing to lose
that's when your
guards fall like November leaves
and you're as naked as Eve's innocence
in the face of every thing and anything
464 · Feb 2018
Sweet Sins
Maria Etre Feb 2018
You wanted
to have your
cake and eat it too
well honey
take a bite
I am spiked

Strawberry frosting
can be deceiving
They think I am too nice.. let them.
464 · Nov 2017
Charges
Maria Etre Nov 2017
You're
attractive
when
you're
positive
463 · Jul 2017
Drinking Poetry
Maria Etre Jul 2017
I have read and seen
written and tasted
all the letters
in a cocktail
of words
with the after-taste
of meaning
the effect
of a poem
and the resonance
of a
hangover
462 · Jul 2020
Nt So Jbbrsh
Maria Etre Jul 2020
The day my kyboad boke
I ntced the importnce
of each letter
but still made sens
of the whle messae
462 · Feb 2019
Call Me
Maria Etre Feb 2019
When was the last time
you called to show
your
emotions?
461 · Nov 2017
Fast Forward
Maria Etre Nov 2017
I looked at the clouds
they moved
gradually

Then I thought
maybe
I have pressed the fast
forward button
on my life
while the earth
is actually
moving
slowly
Maria Etre Jun 23
I am having an affair
with life
cheating on my married
state
which was committed
to ticking the boxes
of social norms
and not a partner
per say
I am not empowering cheating per say, I am shedding light on the fact that the adrenaline that you've always shunned away from might be just what you need to break away from the chains that society has imposed on you, as a man, as a woman, as whoever you are.
Look at the greener grass, keep your ethics, but this poem is merely a simile between swaying towards a life that you've always had a "thing" for, a lust for, and I say go for it, let go, let them, let yourself.
454 · Mar 2018
Get it?
Maria Etre Mar 2018
It doesn't
have to
make sense
to make sense
453 · Jan 2019
The Difference
452 · Oct 2017
Mokita
Maria Etre Oct 2017
Satisfaction
never laid itself
on a silver platter

As long as I am human
in front of that platter
as long as I will
always ask for
more
more-ness
Mokita (Kivila): The truth everyone knows but agrees not to talk about.
451 · Nov 2017
My Zone
Maria Etre Nov 2017
You're a fool
I will step out
of your zone
and claim
my own
for my galaxy
was too colourful
for such
black holes
Good
Bye
451 · Jun 2017
Tomorrow's
Maria Etre Jun 2017
The sun
still rises
even
when the heart
is still
covered
in the darkness
of the night

... and that's a good thing!
451 · Sep 2018
Poeticians
Maria Etre Sep 2018
What if
I wrote
about what
I can't talk about
would that make
you
disappear?

Would that
turn me into
a magician?
Magicians
450 · Jul 2017
I Can't
Maria Etre Jul 2017
I am in love
with so much mess
it will take so many years
to sit and contemplate
on why my
heart beats
so fast
at the presence
of chaos
450 · Jun 10
\RockstarS/
Maria Etre Jun 10
Poets are emotional rockstars
causing rokkus
getting ****-drunk off of anything
that moves them
wrecking rooms
of highs after falling
grabbing the "feels"
and smashing them
on the stage of their life
fearless and loud
Now, that's adrenaline
448 · Apr 2019
Over Wear Yourself
Maria Etre Apr 2019
I never doubted that
one day
I'll break in
my new
self
447 · Aug 2024
UnderOverStood
Maria Etre Aug 2024
When they tell me
"we understand"
I take them seriously
because they will always
be under
the impression
that they know
447 · Feb 2019
Change of Fate
Maria Etre Feb 2019
If I really wrote
what I wanted
to write
I think
I would get close
to meddling
with
fate
447 · May 2019
The Saying
Maria Etre May 2019
"Come to think about it"

That saying that's an invitation
446 · Jun 2017
Phobia
Maria Etre Jun 2017
A writer's greatest fear
is being lonely
in his
own
mind
445 · Jul 2018
Can't
Maria Etre Jul 2018
I can make cake
make smiles
happiness too

I can make meals
heart beats
I can make love

I can make drinks
laundry
and poetry

but I can't
make you
love
me
&
It's
OK
444 · Sep 2019
Help.
Maria Etre Sep 2019
The ethics of falling in love with a muse
defy the laws of Earthly logic
a curse blinding potential lovers
and gating your heart
443 · Jul 2
Come On, Jump In
443 · Jun 2018
O.K Powers
442 · Feb 2019
Truth
Maria Etre Feb 2019
I saw you smile the other day
....
but the other way
...
442 · Jul 2018
Life...
Maria Etre Jul 2018
...cycle
hit me
and I
was
re
born
  a  
n              g
i    a
LIFE CYCLE
442 · Dec 2018
Corridor
Maria Etre Dec 2018
It has become
a hallway for passersby
they enjoy the stories
I hung on its walls
and stroll off
to the next
exhibition

What baffles me
is that most of them
do not see
the "home sweet home" sign
that I hung
at the entrance
of
my
heart
442 · Mar 2019
Chains of Age
Maria Etre Mar 2019
I am caught in between
wanting to be
"the one"
for you
and
"that one"
as well

I love myself a chase
a tease
a game.
FREEDOM
442 · Apr 2019
</3
Maria Etre Apr 2019
</3
The acidic aftertaste of *****
scratches its way
down my throat
every time
with every beat
of a broken
heart
441 · Jul 2016
Good Morning
Maria Etre Jul 2016
I looked into his eyes
and melted into a sea of emotions
fearless of the unknown
I floated over tears of confusion

I looked into his eyes
and
earthquaked his nerves
shaking his hands
as he ran them through my hair
Tangled
with years passed
and knots of "i don't knows"
I just lay there
quiet
the night
fused my nocturnal sense
with my day time,
this magic over came
all things shy

I am flowing,
floating.. wait
what

My fingers
drew futures on his back
and he was the star that won my heart
My fingers lingered, generating ripples
of goosebumps echoing all what he wanted to say
but couldn't
numb under my control, my magic
my human touch that's so rare today

My breaths created a language
that I and only know how to translate

My eyes, my hands
my body
him, me
night, day
stars
Dawn..

Good morning love,
441 · Dec 2016
The Worst Kind
Maria Etre Dec 2016
A writer's
worst curse
comes in the
form
of apathy
and that my darlings
is the worst kind
of death
440 · Jan 17
What's wrong?
Maria Etre Jan 17
It's not the time
it's the toll
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