Month: March 2019

A Message:

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Send the skies a message:
“The time has come!”
Rain must pour and flood lives below,
Snow must melt and water must flow.
Thunder and Lightning must take over
Shaking all matter underneath them,
Striking fear into all living things.

Send the ground a message:
“The time has come!”
Plates must shift and unsettle all above,
Grass must burn and dust must blow.
Mudslides and Avalanches must collide,
Sweeping the land in front of them
Clearing the land into a blank canvas.

Send the lover a message:
“The time has come!”
Love must end and ruin every life,
Conversations must die and glances must fade.
Tears and Strength must descend,
Dampening the soul’s foundation,
Weakening the heart into hiding.

Send the parents a message:
“The time has come!”
Bills must be paid and debts control life.
Children must grow and adults must be born.
Distance and Love must expand,
Tangling every possible emotion within
Breaking boundaries to an unknown world.

Send the child a message:
“The time has come!”

T. Marina

Blossom

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Plant the seed.
Water and sunshine,
Words of encouragement.
The seed starts to grow
underground.

Unseen until it peaks
To feel the sunshine.
Reaching for the sun
Growing and growing,
And blossoming

Possibly into a beautiful
And large flower.
Absorbing the water
And sunshine,
And pushing itself.

But the ground freezes
Forcefully stopping
Growth and sunshine.
Realizing it was fluorescence,
Reaching towards imitation
Sunlight, shrinking to the frost
And wishing it was still
Only a seed.

T. Marina

Take A Look

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I find myself searching
for you.
Whether down a hall,
or in a crowd,
I keep looking,
hoping we will make eye contact.

Hopeful to initiate conversation
through a look.
But I have to find
you first.
So, turn on the fog lights,
Start up the sonar,
Send out the drones,
Get out the binoculars,
increase hearing sensors
in case I hear you before
I see you.

But the key is to not be
Obvious.
As covert as a spy —
Seemingly normal when we do
run into each other.
Can’t seem too eager
Or desperate
Or that the only reason I am here…
Is the possibility
of seeing you.
of talking with you.

This futile exercise of
raising hopes and
letting them crash back down
to Earth.
Me, always, constantly looking
out for you
For someone…
with blinders from everything else,
letting the world pass in
those chances and glances.

I spend all my time looking
that I don’t see —
or wouldn’t see
if someone was looking
for me.

T. Marina

Feeling Like a Fool After You

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Now broken, not making it through.
We used to reside on cloud nine –
Feeling like a fool after you.

You were there before I knew
I needed you to be mine.
Now broken, not making it through

It took time, but my affection grew,
Emotions strengthen and align,
Feeling like a fool after you

Falling in love with my new view,
You and I were fate’s design,
Now broken, not making it through

Suddenly you broke my world in two –
There never was a warning sign.
Feeling like a fool after you

Trying to see how life came to
Shattered pieces pretending to be fine,
No broken, not making it through,
Feeling like a fool after you.

T. Marina

Damages in my wake

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Stuck looking in the past.
Unable to live in the present.
Terrified to look to the future.

Running in one place,
with my head turned back
staring at the fires behind –
the damages in my wake
that leaves me standing…
Analyzing the wreckage
to find a clue
that will ensure no more ruins
lie ahead of me –
not like the ones before

I close off.
Build walls and gates.
Petrified of the floods
that can break them
and crumble what is left
held roughly together.

Yet, as I turn to look at the sun,
the light shines and
warms me, and reminds me,
that beauty lies in possibility
of the morning sun –
of the chance to fly.
Even if destruction may come

That fear cannot win all.
That the ruble stands
and creates new opportunity
making the path ahead…

Therefore, I turn.
I stop running and not moving.

Start to walk a new stride –

Believing in the chance
to start a fire
that will light the path
toward the new.

T. Marina