"francine" poems
Shannon, Mariah, Serena, Maria
Meridia, Midian, Sharon, Alliah
Rochelle, Camille, Rose, Halo
Trenna, Jessica, Ashley, Georgia
Marla, Olivia, Sofia, India
Daniella, Diana, Christina, Caroline
Isabella, Amelia, Amanda, Matilda
Nadine, Haley, Bailey, Francine
Eliza, Annabelle, Kathryn, Sandra
Melinda, Audrey, Aubrey, Emily
Tara, Emma, Ginny, Kathleen
Josephine, Helena, Charlotte, Laura
Chelsea, Arkady, Megan, Kelsey
Kayla, Karliah, Moana, Vivien
Kaysea, Macy, Stacy, Lorraine
Theresa, Felicia, Cecilia, Darlene
Holly, Brianna, Alexa, Ariel
Marianne, Miranda, Jennie, Coral
Korra, Daisy, Penelope, Rayne
Zoey, Cassandra, Grace, Stephanie
Jul 27, 2013
Jul 27, 2013 at 12:34 AM UTC
I will forgive you if you leave me alone.
They say it is easier to love than hate
But there is too much hurt to turn back time.
We are shadows passing through the night
No one will care
If we don't overlap.
© Maria Francine
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 12:12 PM UTC
*Rock bottom is the place
where you realise that the
fundamental flaw in your human
character has not been overcome.
And as much as your try to deny it,
it will haunt and hinder you for the
rest of your days.*
© Maria Francine
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 10:39 AM UTC
Maybe there is another way
We can make this work
I will live for love tomorrow
Because there are only dreams today
I fall into your empty embrace
All alone...
Whilst you consume all my thoughts
© Maria Francine
Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 10:49 AM UTC
I wish I could feel the magic in the air the way I used to
Music inspired dreams
Hopes and desires
I miss the way opportunities felt endless
Tangible and thick on the space around me
Everything around me was new and inspiring
Now I feel the closing of adolescent dreams
And infinite love
I'm all grown up now
But being a kid is all I've ever known
I miss nothing else mattering apart from you and me
© Maria Francine
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 8:24 AM UTC
To the opera house the happy youths went
Two pretties, each strolled with a handsome gent
Four friends with every good intent
Of having a grand old time
Fair Marjorie dressed in sapphire blue
Her Alfred was wearing the same color, too
While Charles and Francine matched a crimson-y hue
The ambiance was feeling sublime
The lights of the theater were bright, but romantic
A large chandelier straight above made the ladies feel frantic
Violins started tuning, like strange waves of Atlantic
The grandeur of curtains opened, as the stage was undressed
But what humored the bunch was the old lady in peplum skirt
Two seats over from Alfred with birds embroidered on her shirt
She was peculiar, came alone and looked hardly alert
As the actors took position, she yawned, unimpressed
The old lady's antics continued for over an hour
She snorted at the singing, with boisterous power
By intermission her nose-blowing had turned each love scene sour
Our four were straining, containing their laughter
And during the intermission everyone got up, bought a drink
But the old lady just sat there, like she wanted to think
Beginning to stroke the dark fur of her wraparound mink
She nodded, falling asleep shortly after
Charles saw it first--"the old girl's dozed right off!"
Alfred chuckled and Francine, beginning to scoff
Proposed they prank the lady, but Marjorie coughed
Saying, "shame on you, wicked child!"
So they all sat back down and awaited the second unveiling
Two seats over from Alfred, the gray one's slumber unfailing
Act two and act three ended, the hero prevailing
At the final bow, the audience was wild
Everyone clapped and cheered loudly, some whistled or threw roses
Everyone but the one in the third seat over, under all the guests noses
Who slept though each applause and the actor's last poses
The theater was clearing out quickly
Four waited--Alfred, Marjorie, Charles and Francine
To see if she would wake and depart from the scene
The last five in the balcony, the gray one serene
The fun was over and they decided to help her get up
When Charles tapped her shoulder, they all finally knew
How tonight's show had smothered a moment so true
The old lady was found dead in the presence of those few
Still in the same seat, they never helped her get up
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 2:25 AM UTC
I am still awake,
Thinking of the sheer nothingness of life
I fear I am going to dig myself
Further and further
From a rut even I can't escape from.
Every day,
I still feel like running.
But what if I am sad there too?
I remind myself,
Again and again
Of how I used to be enticed
By this freedom I now have
But I'm struggling to feel that way again
And I can slowly feel myself
Rotting away...
For now I'll have to close my eyes,
Dream dreams that will help me forget:
It means absolutely nothing.
© Maria Francine
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 9:06 AM UTC
*I need to open the window
To hear the sounds of the night,
Anything but the thoughts in my head.
The last thing I want on my mind is you,
But you're always there
In that place between awake and asleep
And there is nothing I can do to stop it.*
© Maria Francine
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 9:15 AM UTC
I'm waiting here all alone.
I thought I’d always be a part of you,
Without you I feel so fragile.
If only you’d set me free,
I would fly far far away,
To a better life than the one I have now.
I’m on a low
And you don’t seem to want to know.
Vacant stares, closed doors, empty promises,
I’m struggling to remember what we used to have.
All I know is it was good enough for me to build my life around you.
So maybe I will disappear in the night,
I don’t think you will notice.
© Maria Francine
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 9:25 AM UTC
Francie is
An odd boy's name;
Uncle Francie
Has the same;
Uncle Francie
Is to blame.
Francis
Is a real boy's name;
It's on documents.
Yet Francie
Is the one that stuck.
But when I turned twenty-two,
I introduced myself as
Fran,
Sounding more like a man.
I got tired of repeating,
Francie rhymes with Nancy.
I got tired of hearing,
How do you spell that, Dearie?
When I drove a limosine,
Clients called me Francine.
When I faltered, when I drank,
I told the cops
My name was Frank.
I believe I'm the same
No matter what I'm called by name.
And even though
My ego's fraying,
I'm pleased to turn
To someone shouting,
***Hey, Francie,
You're **** good looking.***
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 10:44 AM UTC
*Alone but not apart,
A single beating for two different hearts.
If I find a way to you,
I will feel the way I used to.*
© Maria Francine
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 6:59 AM UTC
I look at her there
Looking so sure and so confident
A life I feel I have led before
A very long time ago.
"Are you sure she isn't me?"
"No," reality said.
It’s funny how I feel her thoughts
Racing through me at once
And feel that light on her skin.
I'm struck with what might have been.
I'm sure she is what I was when I was there in that place
When I was born in that year
And I wore that face,
Left to find my bearings in her direction...
I will remember her, just in case.
© Maria Francine
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 9:17 AM UTC
Let me lose myself in you
My previous desires flew away
without warning
When I truly got to meet you
Unravel your soul to me
Isn't mine plain to see?
Tangle your thoughts with my dreams
Love is an immovable force
And beauty can be a path to hurt
But your words can still find their way to my heart
Love is the answer
To keep away the darkness
I feel it resonate inside me
It soaks into my spine
and every fluttering part of me
If I try to push away
Only cloudy thoughts and memories await
I'd have to leave a part of me behind
I don't even know the person I was before
Your force keeps me on track
And protects me from the hurt
Your heart reminds me of the time I used to feel safe
And defines my every move
© Maria Francine
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 4:40 PM UTC
*First loves die hard.
A fluttering wasp buzzing
On my window sill
A wing broken
Gasping to breathe.*
© Maria Francine
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 7:31 AM UTC
My mother is almost six feet tall.
5′11 for whoever is curious.
I am barely five feet. 5′1 for whoever’s wondering.
As you can see, my mom is tall and that means that her eight other siblings: Jack, Jackie, Jackson, Annie, Francine, Aimé, Michelle and Noelle are equally if not taller than she is.
On September 6th our pastor called me into her bedroom and there stood the three eldest siblings: Francine, Annie and Aimé like three beautiful angels. My aunt Annie was particularly hard to look at because she is a spitting image of my mother.
Mom. On September 6th people walked inside the house with their shoes on. I know how much you hate that. Mom, there are people in the living room with their shoes on. Mom, on September 6th I was inside the house and you weren’t there. There are people flying in and out of this home and none of them are taking their ********* shoes off. As if the ground where your body had lain a few nights before was *****
Sometimes I can’t even look in the mirror because all I see is you. I see the woman you created. The little girl that you raised. The little girl who would put her head on your lap when the world was being mean to my four feet tall stature.
Mommy. I am so sorry. I was an absolute demon to you. I ignored you just as much as I avoided you but you also have a part in this. I hadn’t woken up one morning and decided that I wouldn’t speak to you or that I’d move to a different city. These type of things build up. They accumulate and yet, I mourn you like the messenger of God you believed you were.
Mom, I am so so sorry.
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 12:08 AM UTC
*I’m scared to go to sleep
In case the last thing on my mind is you.
I don’t want to miss you anymore.
I should have never thought
That we would be happy.
I fixed the things you said were broken
But all that is left
Is my love for you
That still is not returned.*
© Maria Francine
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 5:04 PM UTC
Do you remember me?
Is it me you see
when your eyes glaze over?
I don't think
you will
ever
find
me.
© Maria Francine
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 4:14 PM UTC
You're the only one I trust
The others pretend they care
But no love is as selfless as ours
I remember birds chirping, twilight skies and the breeze from my bedroom window
And the way you kissed me
These thoughts keep me safe
In the chaos of this world which I don't understand
© Maria Francine
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 7:34 PM UTC
If my life were a series of conflicts
Banging doors, disappointment, expectation and insecurities
Would you suspect that I would live this life?
Each day I wrap myself up
And pretend to be something I am not
Because I am still dependant on them
Only to return to my room
And once more surround myself in my dark thoughts
And plan my ways to escape.
© Maria Francine
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 8:55 AM UTC
It might feel safe
And predictable here
But out there is exciting
And there is no place I would rather be.
I could writher and grow old here
Clasping onto those I fear will run away
Or I could live life for myself
In the hope they will still be there when I return.
What choice should I make?
© Maria Francine
Jul 23, 2015
Jul 23, 2015 at 6:23 AM UTC
I lost the person you used to be
I look for you everywhere
But I'm wandering in circles
And chasing shadows
The echoes of the love we used to share
are slowly fading
But I still listen out for them
I still remember them
Were we always doomed to be so temporary?
It used to feel like I was always supposed to be with you
But now there is a voice in my head
Screaming for me to leave
Because now all I feel is hate for myself
When you are around
Your hardships are always my fault
But nothing can console you
I know you are happier when I am not there
So why can't you let me be happy without you?
You tease me of what we used to have
Promising we will go back
But sometimes I realise that will never happen
At least loneliness would be consistent.
© Maria Francine
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC
I miss you and I wish I could tell you
But I am here
You are there
There is no way to speak
And show you I care
So I write you these words
In the hope you will still be there
When I come back to
show them to you.
© Maria Francine
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 5:19 AM UTC
This aimless loneliness inside my head
Threatens to swallow me
Filling me with dread
But you gave me your world
Hurled me into your innermost thoughts
And I don't feel
Quite so
Lonely
Anymore.
© Maria Francine
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 3:26 AM UTC
I
Wonder
If I will still make sense
Of you, when I can’t think any more
And the things that you need, I hope I will.
This confusing buzzing inside my head
Is growing louder and louder
Until I can’t make sense
Of anything
Any more.
A
Void where
Their souls would be
Looking into their eyes, senseless smiles
Burning into my thoughts, hateful and hurtful
They wear masks to disguise their true faces.
I wander out each day, and try to see
Who is wearing a mask
I know it is not
Me.
© Maria Francine
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 8:19 AM UTC
When I'm with you
I feel so alone
I wonder the unknown
I find traces of you
To keep me company
Autonomy is a blessing
In a person like me
I can't feel the pain
Of not being with you
Anymore
© Maria Francine
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 11:22 AM UTC