Maria

Maria Aug 2015

One day you'll fall in love and in your lover's arms you'll call home,
or you won't
and if you don't,
that's okay.
All the places will feel better if not the same;
none of the corners will be laced with regret or heartbreak.
Your home will be a building,
with less unnecessary footsteps.
If yours are all the merry,
then you will be just fine.
Don't mistake absence with loneliness;
Don't let others say you're wrong.
Feel what you feel and live your life freely.
Never pretend, for your heart is alright as it is, without fire.

Maria Aug 2015

Sequel To "Best Friend"

We used to run to each other,
but now that we're so far apart,
it's hard to see you clearly.
So, walking is a start.

Maria Jul 2015

She Left

When she left, she took other things with her.

She took the comfort that was sewn into my baby blanket that I still bother to sleep with because it smelled like great-grandma's sycamore tree and worn-out, dusty storybook pages and sparkler campfire smoke.
Her fumbling fingers messed with loose ends and she unraveled all the good memories and replaced the sweet stitches with sour ones that smelled of her late-night perfume and spilled wine from a box.

She took the happiness in the sunshine that warmed my aching limbs
and lit the eyes of the people I admired,
let me see past the dull reflection of our lipstick-smudged, cracked mirror and into the world.
Her pasty complexion turned to sunburnt skin and itchy red eyes, singed hair ends that ****** up all the happiness in the sunlight and left hot, dry, burning-too-bright light like cheap growth lamps that made the flowers die.

I could pretend it was all her fault,
stealing away my love,
but, I gave it to her
when I knew she wouldn't stay.

Jul 2015

katie

Cosmic girl

When I was small
I walked on fairy dust and
my dreams were as tall
as skyscrapers towering
above the universe
inside of me, was the galaxy.
I was born of the cosmos,
full of light and love
passionate in my quest to
give this to others.
But as I grew my star began to fade,
stars need love and light to survive
and deprived of both my blazing fire
transformed into weak candlelight.
At school I had learnt it was easier
to hide your light
than to stand out as different
and be extinguished in an instant.
So I kept myself to myself
at the back of the class,
knowing the answers but not
shouting them out.
I daydreamed, and doodled
stars on the corners
of my books, all the while
I could hear the universe
calling out to me to trust,
that we are all born of this
cosmic stardust.

Jul 2015

apollota

Dusk And Dawn

Dusk met Dawn.
and without one,
the other couldn't exist.
Their lives were like novella's,
short and sweet.

The day Dusk met Dawn,
the day that perpetual love fell.

I don't really know where I got this idea from. I guess, I just
think that the idea of perpetual love is too beautiful to not write about. Think about it, constant love for someone. How great would that be?
More marriages would stay marriages, it'd be beautiful.
The whole dusk met dawn concept was something that I didn't except when writing this, but I think it added a great touch to the poem (is it even a poem??) Anyway, thanks for reading this thing and all my other poems. It really means a lot. 2015-07-19