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Spinning

I’m spinning out of control and I don’t know how to stop

I’m unsure how this came to be

I don’t understand why I’m feeling this now

I can’t seem to keep my feet on the ground

What do I do?

How can I stop when I don’t even know why?

©Maria Michaela

Suffocate

breathe, breathe, breathe

i keep this on repeat in my head

deep breaths, deep breaths

but i feel my breaths coming up short

as if they don’t reach my lungs

i feel there’s not enough air

i lack the oxygen I need to breathe

where is the air?

my nostrils aren’t clogged and i even

try to suck the air from my mouth

but there is still not much air

i keep gasping

where is the air?

where is the air?

breathe….breathe….breathe

©Maria Michaela

Astray

you said goodbye one day

i choked up with something to say

i thought that we were okay

turns out, you’ve gone astray

©Maria Michaela

It blares

It buzzes

It rings

Oh! The sound that tells you to end your sleep.

Why must I part with my bed and pillows?

Oh yes, bills don’t pay on their own, unfortunately

So reluctantly I get up and ‘start the day’

©Maria Michaela

Edited

Hide the flaws and imperfections

Hide the scars and ugly truths

Wear the mask, make them proud

But don’t lose yourself along the way.

©Maria Michaela

Uncertainty

A path that once was clear, is now covered in fog

The solid ground is now a bog

©Maria Michaela

Boomerang

I wanted to move away from you

Forget this silliness of a crush

But then you show that gentle smile

And with a single “hi”

I go back to you like a boomerang

©Maria Michaela

She was known as the old lady who was freaky

Her house was so old and creeky

That people thought it was haunted and spooky

But truth was, she was actually goofy

And her house was just a little bit wonky.

©Maria Michaela

Alone – A Short Poetry

She was alone but didn’t feel lonely

Until they told her that she was empty

©Maria Michaela

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I’m trying to start these short and simple poetry. I’ll write more of these in the future. Can’t come up with a title of this. Anyone who has ideas for a good title?

Edit: Okay. So changed the title from Short Poetry (1) to Alone as suggested by @judeitakali. – Thanks a bunch! 🌹

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The Moon Alone

Clouds were about, that early morning

Dawn hasn’t even cracked yet

It was supposedly dark but a single light shone

Pale yellow it was, and so I looked up

Floating up there was the moon

It didn’t shy away behind the clouds

Alone it was but proudly it gave some light

It accompanied me that cold early morning

©Maria Michaela

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