marina

marina Apr 2013

i wonder if our bones feel it differently
when we realize we aren't permanent,
and  that  eventually, we  have  to  die
j u s t  l i k e  e v e r y o n e   e l s e

do they grow tired knowing they serve
such a finite purpose,  or do they grow
restless  to show their complete  worth?

(because even though in spirit we never
truly leave, our bones do  nothing more
than waste away quietly in the ground.)

or do they not feel the pain
at  all  until  it  is  too  late?

i don't even know what i'm trying to say anymore. i have all these words in my head but they don't sound right out loud and wow migraines are no fun

marina Apr 2013

growing up in florida gives a girl unreasonable expectations for love

i want to fall in love the way kids do-
diving right into

the kind of love that doesn't have to be
intimate or serious,
(because in all seriousness,
intimacy scares me)

the kind of love that makes a girl
want to tip her head back and laugh,
just for the hell of it

the kind of love that doesn't need
labels or reassurance
because none of it really matters when
together is all that's on anyone's mind

the kind of love that happens
on the beach during summer in converse and
cutoffs and slushies and corntoss

the kind of love that happens ever day
right in my back yard
that i can't seem to find in anyone anymore

sorry, this isn't even poetry really.  i just needed to get thoughts off my mind.  this'll be deleted in a few hours.  or at least by tomorrow night.

seriously though, florida makes falling love (or infatuation) way too easy and way too hard all at once.  on one hand, it's impossible not to because of beaches and icecream and warped tour and guitarists and corntoss and music scene that is way too good.  there are too many options and people and places and things to fall in love with.
meanwhile, you grow up watching all the summer romance movies and reading all the books and then reality is just like ***, nobody really cares about each other like that.  either your the best of friends or you get into a relationship and either you (a) suddenly hate each other, or (b) somebody wants to elope, leaving the other person feeling flattered but totally awkward and everything ends disastrously.

and that's all.  sorry for the rant.

marina Apr 2013

if i were a sculptor (10w)

.
i want to carve
the ugly
out of my
bones
.

i feel like i had more to say with this, but i couldn't find the words

marina Apr 2013

to put it simply

(could you feel it too?
each last part of me,
poured into the smile
i handed over to you.
because i don't know how
to speak around you,
so i figured everything else
would just have to do.)

to tell you the honest truth,
i'd give anything to sit
and be quiet with you.

oh dear lord, i'm in deep. i think about him way too often. he's so lovely and adfljk;
sometimes we get along so well and laugh and talk and then other times i forget that words exist. boys make things complicated.

marina Apr 2013

my head's been under too long from holding you up (10w)

hold me*
        he asked,

(but my hands
     were too
    full)

taking advantage of ten-word tuesday, fo sho

marina Apr 2013

lost at sea (10w)

i am drunk with
and drowning in
one thousand
infinities
.

this is maybe too cliche but whatever

marina Apr 2013

for hannah (10w)

(things are heavy,
but i can be strong
for you)

hannah, i love you so much. these words aren't enough to describe the distances i would go for you. thanks for being one of the best friends ever, i hope i can be the same for you. stay strong, girlie, things'll be o.k.