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.
a feeling
i feel like i'm drowning
deeper and deeper into a being i do not see
i want a reflection of my being
but all i see are my deflections
i want a redirection
something to call my inspiration
an ideal conception
not a misconception
deeper and deeper into a being i do not see
i want a reflection of my being
but all i see are my deflections
i want a redirection
something to call my inspiration
an ideal conception
not a misconception
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being wanted
he was the hello to my goodbye
the sun to my moon
the water in my desert
the halo in my doom
his presence left me in awe
and his love was as sweet as a rose
though he never really understood Maureen
he looked at my perfection
forgetting i wanted him to embrace my flaws
i wanted to be a jewel with substance
not a shiny object that never faltered
i wanted him to meet my demons
and bring out the angels in me
i wanted him to crave my silence
so that when i spoke...
he already knew what i intended to say
i wanted him to sincerely...
the sun to my moon
the water in my desert
the halo in my doom
his presence left me in awe
and his love was as sweet as a rose
though he never really understood Maureen
he looked at my perfection
forgetting i wanted him to embrace my flaws
i wanted to be a jewel with substance
not a shiny object that never faltered
i wanted him to meet my demons
and bring out the angels in me
i wanted him to crave my silence
so that when i spoke...
he already knew what i intended to say
i wanted him to sincerely...
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DU Poetry : Submissions by MaureenMark