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Marisa Lu Makil May 2022
We spend our lives looking for one thing
And songs and poetry
Are such a poor substitute
For really being loved.
92 · Mar 2020
Perhaps
Marisa Lu Makil Mar 2020
Maybe
A word that ricochets in my mind
Maybe we weren't meant to meet
Or maybe I wasn't meant to break your favorite spoon
It was all a fantasy
We just meet way too soon
Maybe
You weren't meant to whisper "I love you" when we sat up at night
Watching the stars
And seeing the clouds swiftly covering the harvest moon
Maybe
We weren't meant to spend happy Sunday mornings
Dancing around the kitchen
Drinking coffee
And laughing at your funny ties
Maybe we weren't meant to see that side of each other yet
Maybe we met too soon
And there's a hundred maybes waiting for us
But for now
All we have
Is that hard echo
Of "Maybe you weren't for me"
91 · Aug 2020
Clay Jars
Marisa Lu Makil Aug 2020
I've got nothing left but crying
Been feeling like I'm dying
My eyes no longer drying
So I'll continue lying

So I hide behind my smile
And bode silent for awhile
And hope desperately this trial
Will pass versatile

Overhead as I hide
Crucified-Cast aside
Mystified and terrified
Of loneliness ahead
91 · Apr 2020
C19
Marisa Lu Makil Apr 2020
C19
Our earthly trials and hardships
May oft seem hard to bear
But the sun will rise
Blue be the skies
When we devote to prayer
90 · Mar 2020
Untitled 55
Marisa Lu Makil Mar 2020
The thing about growing up
Is that you realize
That no one really gets a happy ending.
87 · Oct 2020
Fresh Air
Marisa Lu Makil Oct 2020
He holds me in His gentle hands
And shows His love where'ere He can
He gives me strength when I am weak
And provides words where I can't speak
I need my Father close to me
I know He's there when I can't see
He holds me with His Father heart
I know He will never depart
I've been struggling with one particular sin lately, and I was going to write a poem that reflected more or less my love if that sin, and as I was about to publish it, Christ withheld my hand. He helped me delete it and write this instead. He gave me the words and the rhymes and they fell from my lips like a memorized verse. There was no struggle to find the right words and corresponding rhymes- Here have them to me. Sin is confusing and lonely. God... He makes sense. He leads only to joy and peace. God alone is holy. I need my precious heavenly father to stay my sin and give me the strength to vanquish it when I know I am too weak to do it alone. Praise God from whom all blessings flow. 😌😌😌🙏🙌
87 · Aug 2020
Potted Plant
Marisa Lu Makil Aug 2020
Often times
Parts of us
Need to be snipped off
Discarded
So that we can grow
And bloom
More
With each withered leaf
Each yellow branch
Each broken extension
Gives another place
Reserved for growth
You will learn
And evolve
And reach
To bigger things
All you have to do
Is trim away
86 · Sep 2020
Numb
Marisa Lu Makil Sep 2020
It's at the end of the day
When you've spent hours
Telling people you're fine
That you have a plan
That's when the music ends
And the car starts
And you let go
And the sobs come out
And the cold wind
Whips the colder tears against your face
Like a never ending wave
And your heart beats faster
And you remember
That no one knows
They don't know
How broken you really are
84 · Aug 2020
Tear-Soaked Cotton
Marisa Lu Makil Aug 2020
Sometimes I feel
Like I don't
Belong here
Like
I left something behind
And I'm lost without it
83 · Feb 2020
Polaroid
Marisa Lu Makil Feb 2020
Yeah
Being away from you hurts
The memories we shared
Still stain the backs of my eyelids
But now
I get to make new memories
With better people
Memories
That don't bring tears
To my eyes
And memories
That don't make me wonder
Why I wasn't enough
I want to start writing more poems with rhyming and the same canter etc, but I'm struggling to find motivation and inspiration. 😒
81 · Feb 2020
Smoke
Marisa Lu Makil Feb 2020
Misty pines
Breathing
In and out
Whispered
Syllables
Of what is yet to come
76 · Feb 2020
When You Wish Upon A Star
Marisa Lu Makil Feb 2020
I wish I could feel it
That deep longing pain
To fall in so deeply
Like drops of the rain
I'll feel it someday
Though I fear I will not
A happy thereafter
May not be my lot
I wish I could hold him
So warm and so sweet
But I guess I must wait
For the day that we meet
I wish I could feel
The soft brush of a kiss
I've not earned it yet
But so I will wish
My heart spins in circles
I wish he were here
Heart flying and pounding
As he drew ever near
Alas I shall wait
For my fairytale end
My heart is now broken
But soon it shall mend
Here's a "shocking" surprise: I'm 21 and I've never been in a relationship. Yet another Valentine's day spent without an s/o. It's just rough watching all my friends/siblings getting engaged, and married, and having babies when I'm just the single friend who sits alone on Saturday nights. 😒
68 · Jan 2020
Silver Embers
Marisa Lu Makil Jan 2020
How is it
That seven years later
I still see your face
Blurry
And in stone
And you don't even remember who I am?
64 · Aug 2
And So It Goes
I've been here before
The leaving
Been here on the floor
Been heaving

I know of this place
The rapture
You're leaving this space
Can't capture

I can't keep you here
I'm hurting
So I'll disappear
Reverting

I'll put up my walls
Not peaking
I'm hiding my flaws
Stopped seeking

And everyone leaves
They all do
They rob me like thieves
I love you

I want them to stay
You won't, though
So I ran away
A deathblow

You dealt it to me
Deranging
You say we're the same
But we're changing

Don't ask me to let
You hurt me
Then wonder why I
Want to flee

Folks always leave
I know it
So why try to cleave
Just submit
She asks me why I'm acting differently after she told me that she is moving. What a joke. I can't handle so much at once. It's too much. I'm full, overflowing and I shut down because I don't know how to cope with the fact that everyone is leaving me behind. I don't know how to do it. So I tell her that I'm having a rough time and that I don't know what she wants me to do when the truth is that I just don't know *what* to do anymore.

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