Dear readers,

Since I promised that I was going to start working on my poems, I did! And I currently finished writing a poem for a competition where, IF they like my poem it will be published with other writer’s poems (: I am happy because for me, this is a small step toward my future. I don’t have to be the best poet, but just by writing poems and letting others read them, makes me feel like I accomplished and experienced one more thing in life. For me this life is about many things. But mostly I want to try out so many things, experience so many cultures, party in so many events and still just sit down with a cup of green tea and think how life is full of beauty. And of course being a teenager I will let my self be naive and think that life consists of only the good. That there is no bad lingering in this world, waiting to drop on someone’s shoulders. Even when it is beautiful it has its ugliness. But nothing is perfect. So why should life be?

So for all of my viewers who think they are not perfect but should be, don’t overwhelm your self with this thought. Of course we should motivate our selves to be better, but we should take pride of who we are right now, because you can never know when your life comes to an end.

Will post a poem soon, thank you for all your likes and comments. Fully appreciated!

Love,

Maria.

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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, ind├ępendant, 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

 

Perfect.?


I will scream, I will hug…
I will hate, I will love…
I will be nice, I will be bad…
I am not perfect, and so you are?

I might say things that I don’t mean…
I might over react or take it too seriously,
But who is a best friend,
If they don’t know what I really mean?

But who are you,
To ignorantly judge me?

I hope that you won’t avoid me,
I hope you will forgive…
And most of all I have a faith,
That you will know what I mean.

And if you turn away,
And if you don’t have the courage,
And if I was a bit of too big of a burden,
I will go back home…

Will try to get up,
Will try to stop the tears,
And the thought…

How can I be perfect?

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!