Maria

Mar 2016

Lauren Leal

The Umbrella In The Rain of Sadness

In the midst of sadness, the only solace is anger.

To those who are sad, I understand your anger.

#sad #anger #life #10w #solace

Maria Feb 2016

holding onto ghosts

pass through the gaps in your ribs,
never where you want them -
trapped in you heart and beating with the drums.
they can't hear the music
so you'll turn it up and up.
the bass is pounding through that skull
but they'll never even know.

Feb 2016

Maia Boncan

XXVIII. opposites

like how the Sun hides from the Moon
so that he doesn’t burn her radiance
always leaving too soon --
the ever-tantalizing romance

like how the Sky kisses the Sea
only through heavy rain
separated by Time, never free
forever driving them insane

like how Life and Death
chase each other for eternities
away you take my breath
despite incompatible personalities

for literature class

#love #life #death #opposites

Maria Feb 2016

Untitled

Stills,
taken through a looking glass,
show that we're in love.
But not even photography and film,
not a single art form in the world,
can capture the blue of your eyes, or
that booming laugh,
or the bleeding of my heart.

Joy and sorrow,
******, fighting to meet air,
fighting to leave permanent scars everywhere
that read over and over again,
"I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you..."

These words will never be enough
for a universe that's always expanding,
threatening to break through skin and make you mine.

Maria Feb 2016

Enamored

Our bodies brighter,
We belong here together.
Like stars colliding,
a brand new shock of conscience.

Maria Jan 2016

Be careful.

These steps have survived colossal disaster.
The only thing that has remained-
a last shot at being something beautiful.
There are only two ways to go,
you'll find an end somewhere.
They're screaming to run, run, run,
but the headache masks all conundrum as buzzing.
Her lacquered fingernails tapping at your sanity,
scraping lightly at the back of your neck.
Ghosts wish to be loved like you.
If there was a way to escape
and disappear, disappear, disappear-
There are only two ways to go,
you'll find an end somewhere.

Maria Jan 2016

Hair

Ashamed of the way your body grows, too much in the way of the places your creation calls its home,
Shed it all and be reborn: naked, screaming, defenseless.
Darling girl, this is how they'll want you,
writhing beneath them in the scorching desert sheets.

Ugly, ugly woman; they want you to be young again.
Young and pretty and brand new, there for the taking, and so
Cut up ankles, swollen body running the water red.
Darling girl, this is what they meant
when they said they'd never love you
until you've bled.

I cut my ankle shaving.