A collection of mindful poems, senryus, haikus and spoken word from Micaela V. Rosario
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COLETTE, IT'S OKAY... It's okay...to cry. ~ It cleanses the soul. It's okay...to be difficult. ~ It just means you're particular and know what you want. It's okay...to be angry. ~ It teaches us how to get back to joy. It's okay...to not be liked. ~ It makes us appreciate being loved. It's okay...to fall short of our best. ~ It checks our ego. It's okay...to change your mind. ~ It shows us that life has many doors. It's okay...to work hard only to fail. ~ It proves there is more to gain from the journey. It's okay...to not fit in. ~It highlights the reasons why God made you stand out. It's okay...to win. ~ Never shy away from your success. It's okay...to just be. ~ Life is not about goals. It's okay...to stay close. ~ Stay in my arms as long as you like. It's okay...to go far. ~ I'll cheer you on with all of my might.
PROJECTIONS I want to bottle the human experience in a way that's poignant and vivid. Poetry was an outlet. But, I could only write my perspective. Collect voices familiar and estranged. My work needs to ride, the train Of human emotion, interpretation and response.
Awareness is simple when you're solitaire. But try it. When there is someone there.
Show ME Tomorrow Life is full of yesterdays. Show me tomorrow, so I can appreciate it Today.
...a writer's block. I write because I don't trust the Longevity of the human memory. I write... Because I love details. I write... Because it feels, more real On Paper. I write... Because my mistakes turn to art. The sharp-edged blocks of pain I swallow Make choke in my throat. You see, they dissolve And solve my poverty of speech... My pain gets relief. I write so I won't have Secrets to keep. I write so I feel my thoughts As they come And look back to appreciate Them, when I have none. I write for freedom. I write for wisdom. I write so I will have More lives, Than one.
eternity's Husband Never faltering - filled with meaning Past the seeming past At last her companion is as consistent As she, And he, is Eternity's half. Love blinds them, but they see their longevity Blend Both their duties were ignored Both their boundaries were explored, so Fate fails them not. How ironic to think Eternity would Ever come to link with a man willing To stand the command of her Existence. His persistence, to be with her.
For her Funeral I gaze at the fragmented pieces of A girl. She's dead - evidence of blood is her Witness. All in a moment, without pain or thought She left. So by accident, but still so well on Time, she was ready to go. Her "pre-mature woman" told her so. Pounds of systematic thrusts stole her breath, kisses eased her away. And now today, we reminisce on Her presence. Although gone - not gone, only Reincarnated as a woman. The metamorphosis took place with her death. And now the depths of her Are deep. No remorse to weep No regret to release No lack of wisdom on her part Now that I've killed the virgin without my heart...
Ever so Often
Ever so often you can catch a wink from God...
In the smile of a child
In a dilemma made worth while
Or,
Simply just the clouds parting
For the sun.
Appreciation as become extinct
But still,
God will wink!
ADVANCEMENT Your love stops. In the depths of my skin, not invested internal. Immaturely fertile illuminating Your facade. Look deeper - deeper in my eyes There I will display the weaker in you, The stronger in me. I understand, it couldn't have been intentionally, Yet, More sub-consciously acted So therefore, I extracted your play-dough lines For hardcore rhymes. Now, baby I'm not cold, actually I've been this way... You just made me frozen. Not the frozen you think, the Kind unable to love? No, no. Stored frozen love that thaws When ready to be shared and cared. You see I'm aware and I Dare you to pass me Go ahead, say something else So I can put it in my notes. I want you to provoke me to laugh. Imagination doesn't last, I Became a woman and put my childhood fantasies In the past. It's only on your behalf, I thought you were what I was waiting for. I see now that I am not able to pre-label anyone I choose, since, It's impossible to associate who's who in a rat land Full of rats. My get back in revenge is to avenge my woes And let them know - their negligence made Me more capable to stay stable - and I'm grateful. Now - this isn't directed at ALL men. Well, mostly some of it is, but it addresses all Victimizers seeking victims Profusely lingering around Keeping more humiliation up And stomping egos down. WHAT TYPE OF NERVE IS FOUND IN YOU?!? I'll bring it into view, None. Because I just deadened it and ended them. Can you feel any blood in them? No. Because you never could... I won't entertain you any longer. Just let me make it understood, I am stronger. Stronger than you. I've overcome you, you haven't Overcome me. I'll pass it to my daughters and sisters. And be afraid... Because they will be Stronger Than Me.
sPrInG bEgInNiNgS He came from no where, like that Rose that grew from concrete... The concrete of my heart. He blossomed and bloomed to prove I do deserve the happiness other Fields of lovers experience... He holds the promise that more roses will grow. And I believe him. I will feed him all my goods And water his presence, so I may Grow with his essence.
Mystery PiEce (a Senryu) Men of black paint well White women like a canvas Who will see it as art...
TomorroW It gets hard. To see people go. No one hates endings, more than I. And I try, to think about who I May meet tomorrow.
The City In ME The city has done something to me. My veins are like sewage. Pumping anguish into my heart. I've fallen apart from nature. My mind never sleeps. Buzzing with the traffic of impatience And irritation, A disdain for people. What I am is wet cement, a molded foundation. An imitation of Earth, soon hardened And easily cracked. The city has done something to me. It took away my breeze. Gave me smog. My love in and of wonderment was replaced With "just get to the point". My daydreaming is gone. The city I rushed to get to, Replaced everything I knew.
PERSERVERANCE I'm tired...internally. Burning and yearning, For reciprocity. Making a path that has never been walked Has my foot bone exposed to the road. But this is what I chose. Bite my bottom lip from the pain, choke on sweat And know there is Less to lose Than more To gain.