Maria: Favorites

Jul 2015 Maria

Alex Clarke

In reality
I could not
keep him,
so instead
I wrote him
into every line
and weaved him
into every story
so that
he and I
could live
forever.

#love

Jul 2015 Maria

Clean Laundry

Jul 2015 Maria

KC

Clean Laundry

She loves to wear white- simple, yet bright
It's soothing of sorts, looks just like a light

Entangled in sheets, she's lost in her dreams
Of candles and T-shirts that are soft, crisp and clean

Wishing that if she wrapped herself tight
She could wring out the sadness with all of her might

Then she could too, be hung out to dry
And she would be happy without having to try

When she's dry she'll come in with all of the whites
In hopes that one day, she'll be simple- yet bright

I wrote this on February 9, 2015. This is my favourite piece of work I have ever written. I hope you love it too.

Jul 2015 Maria

Moving On Doesn't Mean I Don't Miss You

Jul 2015 Maria

Danielle Shorr

Moving On Doesn't Mean I Don't Miss You

I go out to dinner with a near stranger
we sit on the same side of the booth and
I think about how you're the only one who
knows how much I hate that

I drink a drink with ***** and lime and
***** and it almost makes me feel like
I know who I am when I'm with someone else

I don't think of you often but last night I did
I remembered how your arms are the
only place where I am not self-conscious

I lie next to him on my balcony and
there are a lot of stars above us but
I'm the only one who notices

he is thinking about what I look like naked and
I'm counting how many hours of sleep
I will get if he leaves before 2

there is not an absence of feeling,
just a different kind than I'm used to
he touches my hand and I smile in
a way that doesn't feel forced

I spend a day with a near stranger and realize
there is so much he does not know about me,
so much he doesn't care to

like how I got my nose pierced at 14 or
the amount of time I spend in the mirror each morning
picking myself into something I can carry only semi-confidently

he only learns I can't ride a bike when he asks if I want to
he has no idea that my blonde is shielding a deep brown or
when I got the freckle above my lip or
the inch long scar underneath my chin

he doesn't care and that's okay
when he leaves we say I miss you but
in a different way than I'm used to

it is not a pain swelling to be morphined
nor is it a pulling from the gut but instead
it is the ever temporary desire to fill the excess lonely

we say I miss you and still mean it but
it is not the missing that a body feels for
a phantom limb

I am with him now and probably will be again but
moving on doesn't mean I don't miss you
it only means I'm trying not to

just because I'm all right doesn't mean
I don't wonder how you are
I can still be happy with the existence of a quiet ache

but yes I do
miss you,
I will until the day I can sleep without having to count sheep
I will miss you even if there are no stars in the sky to remind me

I don't think of you but last night I did
the moon was too bright and
I was the only one
who noticed

Jul 2015 Maria

Focus

Jul 2015 Maria

apollota

Focus

He went to school unnoticed
and often lacked focus.
Not because he didn't care,
but because focus was quite rare.
His life filled with pills.
Trying to **** his ADHD,
but only killing his sanity.

People often said he lacked focus,
but how can you lack something that was never intact?

(This is about my older brother. Even though me and him aren't
as close as I wish we were, he's still by brother and I love him.) 2015-07-2

Jul 2015 Maria

Write

Jul 2015 Maria

apollota

Write

People ask me why I write, but
there simply is no answer.

I write because it makes me feel like a dancer,
like a camper building a tent.

I write because when nothing makes sense
I can write a picket fence poem about
how it feels to be mimicked.

I write because when I feel a slight bit of worth
it makes me feel like the earth is in my hands
waiting for me to complete my life plan.

I write because when I can't see the sun
I can write the sun.

I write simply because words can give a spark,
even when you're feeling dark.

I never thought I'd find anything that made me feel
good, but I found it and **** am I glad I did. 2015-07-5

Jul 2015 Maria

Remember

Jul 2015 Maria

Nicole Dawn

Remember

Always remember
That the books
Who are the most worn
The most torn and ripped
The most broken

Those books are that way
Because everyone loved them
For what was inside

#hope #book #books #worn

Jul 2015 Maria

Regret the Consequences

Jul 2015 Maria

Lauren Leal

Regret the Consequences

I regret a decision I have made
In these consequences I will wade
She gone now without a thought
Thinking of all the battles we fought

The thing is we are only human
We made decision on what we feel within
Sometimes they are good sometimes they are bad
This one was terrible, and I'm missing what I had.

That night I did not sleep
All I did was profusely weep
I realized what I had lost
and now I suffer the cost

When you left you took my words
You took my heart
I no longer hear the birds
I sit alone in darkness bitter and ****

I regret what I have done
Can you forgive me and admit you won
You blocked major contact
so how is my daughter? but I can't get that fact

I love you with no doubt
You are what living was about
I cry and your name I shout
but my voice has gone out

Please forgive this choice
I need to hear your voice
And to feel your touch
I can't stand this reality, I miss you too much

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