I’d like to think that somewhere in the past or maybe a different life in the future…
You and I exist
Not apart but together
©Maria Michaela
Maria Michaela Poetry (formerly One Poem A Day)
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. – Edgar Allan Poe
I’d like to think that somewhere in the past or maybe a different life in the future…
You and I exist
Not apart but together
©Maria Michaela
I fell in love with you but you didn’t
So that was an opportunity we both lost.
You fell in love with someone,
I got hurt and bruised.
Eventually I moved on and so did you,
But you broke that person’s heart because you found someone new.
Soon after your new love moved on without you
And we lost touch,
I didn’t dare ask how you have been doing
For fear you might think I’m still hoping for so much.
Our paths once crossed but it seems it will never again
You and I, we try to avoid each other it seems.
Our story ends here
Or it may be a to be continued when we’re different people in a different life.
©Maria Michaela
Maybe someday…
Maybe on a different lifetime
I’ll be the one to fall in love with you first
Maybe then, I’ll be the one to pursue you
And maybe, maybe then we could be together
©Maria Michaela
The ground shook
The sky turned black
The sound is deafening.
Each night we pray
To live another day
And each day we try to dodge the bullets.
They drop their bombs
And when the smoke clears
The stench of death lingers in the air.
©Maria Michaela
I could have loved you, you know?
And you could have fallen in love with me.
Maybe in a different lifetime we’ll have that chance.
Let me kiss you the way you’d want to
Let me hold you close
Let me not promise the world but to be there when the world ends
Let me be with you til the dawn breaks
Til the sun sets on us
Til we grow old and until our life is spent
Let me be…
A flower about to wilt is just as beautiful as the one blossoming.
People don’t acknowledge it, but there is beauty in death too.
And though I loved the way he made me feel
It wasn’t true, it wasn’t real
It was all scripted
For he was after all like all my toys,
Inanimate
Here I am trying to sort this out
Here I am trying to survive
Trying to understand what am I about
And withstand the dive
I often, if not always, get knocked down
I whimper and frown
But as life is like this,
I just get back up again
Alarm goes off and you blink your eyes only to shut it again
Sometimes, it’s too much of a grind from the routine
Life past, present, thoughts about the future, and ever changing world
Works of pain, guilt, pleasure and fantasy
Highs and lows of life.
Live, Love, Travel and Laugh (Proudly Pinoy)
Pain goes in, love comes out.
I saw the Angel in the marble, And I carved till I set him free.. Every story has an impact, each tale matters
her thoughts now and then
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