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Marles Oct 2016
heart.
have heart.
just not too much,
they say.

you must be gentle,
because you are woman.
but not too gentle-
fragility equals weakness.

be kind,
but so not be naive,
lest you allow people to walk
all over you.

be independent, do not rely on man
for survival-
but be careful that you not be too independent that you challenge his masculinity.

do not let anyone tell you what to do, you are equal to any man and able to make your own decisions-
but you must have children or be marked as a failure of a woman.

do not cheat, for infidelity is the most cowardice, selfish act possible,
but forgive the man who slept with another woman because it's just 'what they do', he 'couldn't help it' and you were on a weekend trip-it didn't mean anything.

cry, because it is good for you
but don't you dare let another soul hear you
or they will know you are weak.

be soft and strong and gentle and firm-
be all you can be as long as it is less than the man standing next to you.

be what you want,
do what you please-
you deserve to be worshipped dear,
you could bring the world to its knees


my darling,
as long as you do not surpass the man
,
**you can be a queen.
(being woman in a mans world)
Marles Sep 2016
She read poetry books and stopped to smell the flowers.
Not the roses, like the expression-
She always thought they were a little strong and quite frankly smelled like dirt trying to impersonate flora-
But she literally stopped when she saw a beautiful flower, walked to it and inhaled and she gazed on its beauty.
It's innocence.
She was innocent.
So everyone had always said.
She didn't feel innocent.
Though she never had bad intentions toward any breathing thing, she always felt her mind to be a battleground and honestly, a little bit messy.
Never quite sure what the sides were, and even still more unsure of who she should want to win.
Since they were both part of her, how could she determine which part of her was unworthy of glory  while the other reveled in victory?
"You're so innocent" they would say.
She would chuckle slightly and reply with "oh please, you have no idea" (the usual, ever-repetitive twenty-three year old response)
And they would scoff.
But they didn't.
They didn't have any idea.
No one ever had been able to see.
How this queen was her own villain and how her nightmares ran parallel to her dreams.//
Marles Sep 2016
constellations on her skin
fire in her bones
she had always preferred solitude
but never knew how to be alone

she was free in ways you could only dream-
slave only to unyielding empathy;
she would rather not try than not be the best-
mediocrity had always been her worst enemy.

people would ask her how she was
'but how to diagnose her condition?'
how do you explain to someone far more less peculiar
that you've always been a walking contradiction?

with nothing but love in her spirit
accompanied by the sting of death in her heart,
all she knew was turning whispers into words
and so she made her complexities her art*//
Marles Sep 2016
You don't seem like yourself lately
you seem empty, like you're running on nothing
like you're existing but not living

you're going through the motions
inhale.
exhale.
but dear, are you breathing?

like you're indifferent to your existence,
your emotions,
your dreams

you seem hollow, dear
I can hear the echoes when your soul screams//
((observation))
Marles Sep 2016
Have you been writing since I left you?
Has the notebook on the dresser been collecting dust?
Has your quill gone without human grasp for the past three months?

Have you kept your brain shut off from your constantly screaming heart?
How is your head lately-
you were fighting those demons pretty violently the last time we spoke.

I'm sorry I left you.
I'm sorry I had to do what I did.

I didn't want you to get hurt.
I didn't want to ever cause you pain.
Please remember that.

It's just that you put me on this pedestal;
and I'm afraid of heights


You thought I could fight your demons, but it was never my fight.

I'll always do what I can to help you, I'll always answer when you call.

I'll be the one jumping and screaming to celebrate when all your demons fall.


I hope you're writing.
I hope your thoughts are being put into ink.

I want to read everything if you'll let me;  someday sooner than you think.

Please keep writing,
it scares the monsters
keeps them at bay.


Please keep writing; one day soon they'll give up and go away.

Until then, know that I am thinking of you,
writing about you,
praying for you.


This battle can be won.
But only when you realize, dear
you're the only one who can make your demons run.//
journal entries, you must fight to write dear.
  Sep 2016 Marles
Robert Gretczko
sit back be forceful but don't allude
scheme and ******... you may get fooled
castigation comes in many shades
embracing and loving forms a delicate braid

spirit is everywhere even when unseen
like past reflections can be very keen
take things firmly by the arm
the rest will seem to follow like a charm

I glanced down a street long lost in time
reflections danced freely in pantomime
agreed and settled through turgid word
at times so flagrant... spiritually absurd

grasping at passing... flirting gain
arrived with admonishments down the drain
search for solace in scripture and voice
without a purpose and little choice

twist of a ***** and flip of a coin
we enroll in our fantasy... standing ready to join
a howl of delight and a feathered cap
steady our stroll clear over the gap
  Sep 2016 Marles
Scheherazade
Wake me up when we are free
When we've mastered stability
A true unity
An honest gathering with out the eulogy
Wake me up when it's just you n me
Steadily
Workin towards infinity
Be true to me
Say them vows to me
Show me what you believe
And if you ever let me go
I hope it's to hold on to our legacy
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