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Maria Jul 2014
I chose this
This is what I want
My path to freedom
I've finally succeeded and reached my destination



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Maria Jul 2014
Aged 3.
I had the world at my feet.

Aged 5.
Curiosity drove me.

Aged 10.
Bursting with life and with passion. Eager to explore what the future held.

Aged 13.
Lost & forgotten so vowed not let other people feel that way.

Aged 15.
Restless and ambitious but missing a part of me.

Aged 18.*
I now have the whole world at my feet. Curiosity is what drives me.
It's the child I've allowed help shape and guide me


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Maria Jul 2014
Unable to sleep
Yet I feel exhausted
the energy drained from me
Unable to think
Yet my mind races
I can't see the finish line in front of me



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Maria May 2014
An ocean
The bluest blue
Undiscovered emotions lie deep within
Glassy orbs
Twinkling with wonderment
as they seek out a new discovery

I find myself gazing into them
Lost in thought
Wanting to know more
What is it that you're thinking
Tell me, open up to me
Allow the little boy within you come alive once more

You're just a friend
Nothing more
I'm fooling myself I know,
you'll always be more
The ''doors to your soul''
Those alluring magnificent round windows
that are etched so precisely in my memory
Will never erase themselves from my mind



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Okay I know this is absolutely terrible but oh well...my creative streak is slowly dying. *cries*
It is pretty lame and I probably will delete it then repost after I've edited it.
Maria Jun 2014
Horizontal lines
So beautiful
Those pretty marks
So wonderful
Tattooed forever
A constant reminder


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Maria Jun 2014
Your sweet, gentle manner.
Your soft heart.
Your kindness, your concern.

Your shyness, when you blush.
When you're embarrassed.
When you're the one making me blush.

Your humour, your seriousness.
Your smile, your laughter.
The joy. The sadness.
Glistening in your eyes.

The warmth of your body.
The closeness, the proximity.
The firmness of your embrace,
Safe and sound. The reassurance.

You are all that I need.



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Apologies for another ''******'' one.
Maria Jun 2014
The memories,
Those awful dark times
Will always play.
But this is my prize.
I simply cannot throw it away.
As I glance at it, the pain cuts through me
The hurt washes over me .
Drowning. Suffocating.
I hold it in my palm,
Twiddle it around loosely between my fingers
Flashbacks. Nightmares. Distorted images and figures -
Like a film playing in my mind
Throw it!
No, keep it!
It's yours.
That smooth silver-grey 2 inches of metal
Cool to the touch.
It was your friend. It was your enemy.
It's your pride and your glory.


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Maria Jul 2014
What is it?

It's You.

I need you.


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Okay yes this is a pathetic excuse of a poem but this is all I could write.
Just a few words describing what I desire.
Maria May 2014
Unable to sleep
Yet I feel exhausted
The energy is drained from me
Unable to think
Yet my mind races
I can't see the finish line in front of me



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Why won't people let me be? I need space yet they crowd me always.
I can't breathe.
Maria Jul 2014
Cant you hear their cries
Of pain. Of suffering.
The echoes of malicious crimes.
Or have we become unaffected by the images
As history repeats itself one more time

Some where down the line
Humanity has been lost
As ignorance prevails, and their conscious dies
Who is left to preserve and protect innocent lives

As we sit watching the events unfolding
And the tears of both young and old
Like the missiles, do they fall

Have the oppressors forgotten, it was these people
who gave them shelter when they were the oppressed
United we were then to end the brutality and maltreatment
Now the tables have turned
We ignorantly refuse to believe it is happening again

For the innocents the fight continues
Their faith and their strength. It never falters
As they take back what is theirs.
Hoping that someone helps and intervenes
Giving back what's theirs, bringing them peace

The fear and dread
The weeping souls
The blessed land
Forgotten and torn

They fight the battle
as we look on
The hourly struggle
of the abandoned ones.


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This is for those people suffering in Palestine, Gaza, Burma, Syria and anywhere else where innocent lives are being brutally taken by the evils of oppressors and ignorants.

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