Life as it is, piece of cake.

I would like to write today again. Just to notify my darling followers that I am still trying to go back to my poetry!

My life has never been better. Even though I am very busy as I am the Student Council in year 11 ( Junior Year ), trying to keep up being one of the top students, my gym routine and family life ( If you were from an Asian country you would know what I mean )  it is pretty hard! And to be honest I would like to admit my friendship category is not fitting in my life. It is weird how I put the last in the list of everything I should take care of, but that just happened inadvertently.

As I was reading a famous classic book ” The Diary Of A Young Girl ” by Anne Frank I got so inspired by Anne and her thoughts which is why I dedicated her a poem. Secretly she reminds me of myself. But we got to admit it, I could never be Anne, with so much strength, patience and maturity. But we should all just try, to look up at this young girl who despite all the war was so brilliant, hopeful and assured. I shall now stop boring you and get to the poem! I really hope it is better than the previous. As now when I read my previous post poem, it seems too bad.

In the muddle of everything,
She stood brave and strong.
Independent was our Anne,
Spirited and very bold.

Looking into the sky in a time of war,
All she saw was the sun and the birds
Flying across the sky.
Looking into her nostalgic life,
All she feel was content and luck.

The immutable presence did not make her any weaker,
And as she grew, so did her boldness
Leaving the inevitable behind her.

She clinged to love, she clinged to hope,
Where felt none so dolefully.
She planned a future for herself
Where felt like there wasn’t any.

Oh Anne, you are in our hearts,
Forever to be remembered.
And I would like to decry
A salute of respect and gratitude.

If you never read that book, then I advice you to! Every single teacher would stop by and comment on my book saying how amazing it was! This is definitely a must-read! And currently I am reading The Return Of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle.

Lots of love, Maria.

Unknown.

As she was staring at her sleeping child
Looking at her beautiful face.
Dark skin and black hair,
With no trace of worries on her face.

And she notices tears on her face
The droplets falling on her daughters face.

Karrina, a 30 years old single mother.
Today leaving her 5 years old daughter,
To make money. Leaving her alone in a country,
Where the daughter knows few.

And as she tries to speak to her daughter
She starts sobbing.
With the only company, herself.

Her little daughter will live for years with Salama’s friend.
Years with out a mother to speak to.
Years with out a hope to lit you.
And how did destiny bring her to a point
Where she can’t even afford to live?

A little message to you all my dear viewers, don’t forget to be thankful for what you have right now. Sometimes being content is all you need for happiness in life.

P.s. I am just warming up with poetry as I didn’t write for a long time!

July 1, 2012

She was sitting on the floor,
Trying to not gape at the food she has been given.
Trying to swallow the ache in her throat
The ache to cry hard….

How long has she been starving?
Working like a dog for endless hours…
Getting paid for the amount people spend on a single cloth.
As she tries to pick up the fork…
She remember her mother.

The tall, indépendant, confident woman
With no food in her stomach she stood straight up
Facing the world with no slight itch.
Died while trying to fight for her life.

“And so will I….
And so will my daughter…”

She pushed the food and bursted into tears.
How much more struggle does she need to go through?
To prove God she is brave, that she deserves all
All that everyone has.
Love, money to eat, and clothes to wear.

 

Into the deep.

I will swim away from you
I may drawn I may get tired
But I will try to swim
And swim away as far as fate will take me.

Into the deep of the ocean, where I will see no soul.
Just my heart beating
Like a bird singing on a sunny day.

Will defeat my fear,
Will run away.
Will let go of the wings that I had…
One from the love I gave,
One from the love you gave..

As I no longer trust these wings.
They took me to the heaven for a second
And now they threw me away on the floor
Like a stone thrown by a child
Into the ocean, into the deep.

I hate you,
I despise you,
The inner me wants to tear you apart,
And my self for falling for you.

For caring too much
For loving.

Will let go of the wings that I had…
One from the love I gave,
One from the love you gave..
As the love is such a fairy tale now…
As the love is vanished like the bird
That was singing on the sunny day.

Source: google

 

Just a flirt.

Just a smile,just a word
Just a hint,just a flirt
We are young, we are wild
Who can dare, to challenge us?

Another look,another flirt.
Another smile,another word.
This will end up on switching numbers,
This will end up in switching hearts,
This might end up in broken hearts.

But baby life is too short
Too short to think about broken hearts.
So let us flirt and let us smile,
Let us say the words of sin.

Let’s take out all the wildness,
We were destined to.

Sip of wine,sip of gossip.
Sip of little bit of love.
A sip of sensational life.

Source: google

There you go,another poem. Have been struggling to post a few days. Not that I didn’t write, but it takes time for me to think that my poem is perfect and doesn’t need any other change. If it rhymes properly or if it doesn’t. Things like these make me think one more time before I hit the publish button. And since you know that English is not my first language. Actually it’s far like 3rd or 4th language, I do still make a silly mistake in spelling here and there, and I am pretty sure you know how a small missing letter causes big of a change in meaning. And that did happen to me once or twice!