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María José Mar 2017
Yesterday I was de sun
All light and warmth
came from within.
Today I´m but a ghost
people walk through me
both of us barely conscious
of the touch.
How I´ve changed...
María José Aug 2016
How could I move forward after this?
How could I stop dreading solitude because your face haunts me?
How could I ignore the waves of pain that make me want to flee?
How could I ever crawl out from this black abyss?

How could the sun come out every day, as if nothing happened?
How could the stars shine bright as ever, without you here?
How could the colors of the world not have disappeared?
How could the house stand just like before after it was abandoned?

How could you go without saying goodbye?
How could you say you’d be the winner?
How could you bring to us this perpetual winter?
How could you promised you would not die?

And yet it happens and it happened
María José Aug 2016
Dad
I used to love being alone
but I have hated it since you left.
See, I have these awful thoughts that linger on
and some how I cannot repress.

But even though it was no one's fault
and everyone tells me it was for the best.
Sadness is a hard feeling to simply shake off,
I have been carrying a very heavy heart in my chest.

And so I hate being alone,
because when I am I can't stop myself
my mind refuses to let you go,
and alone I go through my private hell.

Dad, I cry. Dad, we cry
and we miss you terribly so
it was too early to say goodbye
we all wanted you to see us grow.
This poem I wrote as a way to vent some of the pain I have been carrying this week after my father died on his birthday.
María José May 2016
Sadness is weird for me.
It leaks from my biggest smile,
and from tears of laughter.
Sadness lingers with me in a hug,
and when I´m dancing.
It creeps into my mind when I'm alone
or the center of a party.
The urge to cry is there
I simply lack the tears.

Sadness is weird for me
It hides in the corner of my mind
to surprise me when I least expect it
But other times it prances around
waiving a flag as if to show me...
but I know, I feel it
I simply lack the tears

Sadness is weird for me
because it is numb
and yet I feel it so strong.
Because I smile,
even when I want to cry
I simply lack the tears.
María José Jan 2016
Sé que escondes bajo esas lindas risas,
conozco el sufrimiento de ocultar un dolor insoportable,
son mil penas y un corazón que han hecho trizas,
pero te escondes bajo una sonrisa que te vuelve inconsolable

Que más quisiera que curarte con abrazos,
Sin embargo es difícil incluso hablar de amor,
y aunque quiero pegar todos los pedazos,
me es imposible pues a mi también me queda solo dolor.

Por eso no me arriesgo con las palabras,
y aunque mi sueño es darte el paraíso,
las promesas vanas cortan como dagas,
no te puedo tener esperando por siempre, sumiso.

Y sin embargo te amo y me duele soltarte.
This is a poem I decided to write in spanish because I rarely write poetry in my mother tongue even though it is a beautiful one and I wouldn't trade it for another.
María José Sep 2015
I thought I heard you say
that life is precious
But then you turn your face away
from all these persons

How can you be so blind
and take the wrong for right ?
how can you say you care
and not mend this mistake?

Your mouth preaches love
yet you see the injustice and write it off
because it's more convenient
to forget your values when your help is needed.

You've seen their problems
you know their sorrows and their losses
but you have deemed these causes
worthless and broke your promises.

So come join hands and help them
listen to your heart, now is when
push away the learned indifference
actions, not words is what has significance.
This is a first draft of a poem exhorting people to stop being indifferent towards war refugies.
María José May 2015
I fear not a broken heart
but the lack of one.

I fear not the tears in my eyes
but having nothing worthy to cry for.

I fear not getting angry
but not caring enough.

I fear not my feelings
but the numbness I feel.
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