Submissions by MaureenMark
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My tongue is a pen of a ready writer. I am wholesome and so is my writing.
LOVE POEM
Published
12th May 2020 12:13pm
12th May 2020 12:13pm
letting go
There is a peace in letting you go
no more storms and tides to wrestle the waves
i am no longer subdued to a cave
i am on the path of understanding what is brave
no longer looking for the entree to save
i have been rooted in deep love
so in return i shall let you go in the same love
i wish you sunny sunny days
love at the end of all your calls
joy that leaves you smiling from ear to ear
voices that are listening to hear
yet here to listen
and that you will continually choose peace
May the stars always kiss you at night
May...
no more storms and tides to wrestle the waves
i am no longer subdued to a cave
i am on the path of understanding what is brave
no longer looking for the entree to save
i have been rooted in deep love
so in return i shall let you go in the same love
i wish you sunny sunny days
love at the end of all your calls
joy that leaves you smiling from ear to ear
voices that are listening to hear
yet here to listen
and that you will continually choose peace
May the stars always kiss you at night
May...
#love
#courage
#forgiveness #emotions
#forgiveness #emotions
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th May 2018 2:55pm
26th May 2018 2:55pm
TIRED
I am exhausted
i'm tired of compromising for your comfort
cause your comfort no longer comforts me
see, i genuinely intend for us to grow
but i can't keep watering your garden,
while you so ignorantly kill mine
see, i see you and i see your heart
but your vocabulary is proving to be a murder weapon
and i, i am tired of giving you all of me
i never understood how much love takes-
away from a being until i loved you
the world has not been kind to you- i know
but i can't keep referring to you
for I keep hurting I
i...
i'm tired of compromising for your comfort
cause your comfort no longer comforts me
see, i genuinely intend for us to grow
but i can't keep watering your garden,
while you so ignorantly kill mine
see, i see you and i see your heart
but your vocabulary is proving to be a murder weapon
and i, i am tired of giving you all of me
i never understood how much love takes-
away from a being until i loved you
the world has not been kind to you- i know
but i can't keep referring to you
for I keep hurting I
i...
#sadness
#loneliness
#confusion
#disappointment
#emptiness
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LOVE POEM
Published
25th Aug 2017 9:54pm
25th Aug 2017 9:54pm
HIM
he suffocates me with love
yet his manner spells out lust
he crowns me the queen
like i am to be his first
but somehow in the line of fidelity
he is never a mere casualty
but the cause of the tragedy
funny how a thirsty man
thinks to be satisfied man
and as i drown in your infidelity
i am faced with only one reality
and it is the tragedy
that i believed you to be my clarity
well i must have been blind
because these fine eyes
would have never fallen
for your fraud lies
yet his manner spells out lust
he crowns me the queen
like i am to be his first
but somehow in the line of fidelity
he is never a mere casualty
but the cause of the tragedy
funny how a thirsty man
thinks to be satisfied man
and as i drown in your infidelity
i am faced with only one reality
and it is the tragedy
that i believed you to be my clarity
well i must have been blind
because these fine eyes
would have never fallen
for your fraud lies
#betrayal
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DRUGS POEM
Published
10th Mar 2017 2:11pm
10th Mar 2017 2:11pm
DIET PILLS
i worked harder on losing weight
and focused more on erasing you out of my system
i stopped flushing my pills and instead flushed the memory of you
i even quit on my habitual happiness
because it felt incomplete without you
i decided to love my diet pills
because if i could diet them
then i could most indefinably diet you
i drank enough coke zeroes to be certain of the number of times i wouldn't think of you
i felt like a hero, whose new lover was heroine,
and you, you were just the temporary feeling
i cut myself more
because that...
and focused more on erasing you out of my system
i stopped flushing my pills and instead flushed the memory of you
i even quit on my habitual happiness
because it felt incomplete without you
i decided to love my diet pills
because if i could diet them
then i could most indefinably diet you
i drank enough coke zeroes to be certain of the number of times i wouldn't think of you
i felt like a hero, whose new lover was heroine,
and you, you were just the temporary feeling
i cut myself more
because that...
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Feb 2017 5:28pm
18th Feb 2017 5:28pm
Insecurity 101!
knock knock
whose there? Insecurity 101!
Insecurity 101 who? Skinny child
and this is her story.....
They told me to eat a little more
shove more food into your system
as if my high metabolism
would all of a sudden be deleted from my being
They say i am invincible
because they work so hard to make me feel unseen
i am literally an opaque screen
because i am indeed unseen
Beauty has its classifications on a screen
and in that footage i would be deemed a queen
because in European Countries skinny is beauty ...
whose there? Insecurity 101!
Insecurity 101 who? Skinny child
and this is her story.....
They told me to eat a little more
shove more food into your system
as if my high metabolism
would all of a sudden be deleted from my being
They say i am invincible
because they work so hard to make me feel unseen
i am literally an opaque screen
because i am indeed unseen
Beauty has its classifications on a screen
and in that footage i would be deemed a queen
because in European Countries skinny is beauty ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Aug 2016 7:37pm
10th Aug 2016 7:37pm
................
you broke my heart
and theirs no sugarcoating this fact
we were meant to be art
you were my other half
the yin to my yang
why are you leaving me behind?
weren't we bonnie and clyde?
wasn't i your ride or die?
for it feels like you left me to die
and chose to go alone on our ride
you were MINE
my alphabet with no end
my endless canvas
and now all that beauty has reached its end.
and theirs no sugarcoating this fact
we were meant to be art
you were my other half
the yin to my yang
why are you leaving me behind?
weren't we bonnie and clyde?
wasn't i your ride or die?
for it feels like you left me to die
and chose to go alone on our ride
you were MINE
my alphabet with no end
my endless canvas
and now all that beauty has reached its end.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
6th Aug 2016 9:38pm
6th Aug 2016 9:38pm
hooked
i was hooked on the pill
cause i felt like it cure me of my ill
i kept my secrets in a seal
i could wine and dine
and it would never kill
i loved the feeling "UNREAL''
the irony was i was swallowing the real deal
and it actually made me believe
that with it i could live
and all my pain would be relieved
but its not too hard to believe
that i was easily deceived
cause i felt like it cure me of my ill
i kept my secrets in a seal
i could wine and dine
and it would never kill
i loved the feeling "UNREAL''
the irony was i was swallowing the real deal
and it actually made me believe
that with it i could live
and all my pain would be relieved
but its not too hard to believe
that i was easily deceived
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Jul 2016 6:33pm
21st Jul 2016 6:33pm
the color of pain
i was wearing the color of pain
my coat was invisible
my being was numb
unaware of the beauty i once treasured
the soul full of color
became, grey and old
i was the unknown
and he was all i had known
my air thin and cold
my tears were the perfect shade of pain
for i let them color my face
every night i made art
and every night i painted the color of pain
i no longer needed to hide in the rain
for i had already earned the name, pain
only this time there was no gain
so i can hereby say
'I AM THE COLOR OF PAIN'
...
my coat was invisible
my being was numb
unaware of the beauty i once treasured
the soul full of color
became, grey and old
i was the unknown
and he was all i had known
my air thin and cold
my tears were the perfect shade of pain
for i let them color my face
every night i made art
and every night i painted the color of pain
i no longer needed to hide in the rain
for i had already earned the name, pain
only this time there was no gain
so i can hereby say
'I AM THE COLOR OF PAIN'
...
607 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Jun 2016 10:09am
20th Jun 2016 10:09am
Detached souls
We lived lives as tortured souls
Being forced to carry out various roles
Being referred to as the mole
But deep inside we knew we were gold
We were what Zeus would call bold
And we would never fit in
For we were detached souls
We faced the same demons in different shades
We walked the same footprints but with different steps
And even when we felt under arrest
We were never troubled laying to rest
For together we felt at our best
And the world would never accept us
For we were detached souls
We all suffered...
Being forced to carry out various roles
Being referred to as the mole
But deep inside we knew we were gold
We were what Zeus would call bold
And we would never fit in
For we were detached souls
We faced the same demons in different shades
We walked the same footprints but with different steps
And even when we felt under arrest
We were never troubled laying to rest
For together we felt at our best
And the world would never accept us
For we were detached souls
We all suffered...
505 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2016 9:17am
22nd Mar 2016 9:17am
inkless
i thought i was the pen
for he was like paper
as light as a feather
as black as a board
i could write the words of my soul
and he would make it sound like rock and roll
he never tried to be as tough as stone
for i and i alone was his šownš
when he looked at me i felt at home
and the words šnever aloneš
was my motto to the bone
thats how easily he hit home
for he was like paper
as light as a feather
as black as a board
i could write the words of my soul
and he would make it sound like rock and roll
he never tried to be as tough as stone
for i and i alone was his šownš
when he looked at me i felt at home
and the words šnever aloneš
was my motto to the bone
thats how easily he hit home
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Mar 2016 7:30am
15th Mar 2016 7:30am
.....
i couldn't see my beauty
cause all i saw was beast
the image in the mirror
was never ever clear
i would look through glass
just to get a glimpse
of what was beneath my complexion,
i was told that my roots were not deep enough
my hair not black enough
my body not fine enough
so i ached every time i looked at myself
my self my being my image
if i couldn't see my beauty
then i was surely beast.
cause all i saw was beast
the image in the mirror
was never ever clear
i would look through glass
just to get a glimpse
of what was beneath my complexion,
i was told that my roots were not deep enough
my hair not black enough
my body not fine enough
so i ached every time i looked at myself
my self my being my image
if i couldn't see my beauty
then i was surely beast.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Feb 2016 9:37am
26th Feb 2016 9:37am
why
i felt cheated
deceived perhaps
for i believed the future held more for us
by us i meant you and i
however i was always an i and you a u
what was this we created
was it even a creation or a mere manipulation
yet i felt that we created a unique presentation
though if i remember correctly you divorced me on our first marriage
when i had just ordered the finest carriage
and that was the time i found out about my miscarriage
i expected myself to be filled with eternal rage
for we were meant to be on the same page
it was our dawning age
we...
deceived perhaps
for i believed the future held more for us
by us i meant you and i
however i was always an i and you a u
what was this we created
was it even a creation or a mere manipulation
yet i felt that we created a unique presentation
though if i remember correctly you divorced me on our first marriage
when i had just ordered the finest carriage
and that was the time i found out about my miscarriage
i expected myself to be filled with eternal rage
for we were meant to be on the same page
it was our dawning age
we...
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