Love and Grace

There are memories we keep going back to. Sometimes we do it consciously, most times, out of habit. They are the ones when we loved with eyes wide open and feet flat on the ground.

But they are memories that have no future. Authenticity is no guarantee of strength. Sometimes, even true love gets tired. That’s where grace should come in.

I loved. It was grace I lacked.

Some Things

I fight to keep my eyes open

It’s one of those mornings I don’t like

You visited my dreams. Again.

And I miss you. Again.

And there’s nothing I can do about it

except to get up and concede

This is the battle I will never win at

Not today, not today.

But the dreams I’ve collected

Started to dance around

In that little pocket

of my heart

And they tell me

“Instead,  look at the stars

Some things can’t be reached

But they are beautiful where they are”

So I close my eyes one more time

In my dreams

You are mine

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Haunted

I made a promise

To never again write about you

Nor for you

But here I am writing you an

“I miss you”

It makes me a promise breaker

But then, 

so are you

-venusspeaks 

3-18-16

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#APoemADay Project

They say the world is round

I say mine is in the shape of you

I will keep chasing horizons

Until I find you at the end of it

Because I know

No sunset is as beautiful

No sunrise as comforting

As the ones I will spend with you

I believe in love

That’s why I refuse to accept anything else

Ending this #APoemADay project with this one. I have been writing poems since I was 14, or maybe younger. I did this exercise because I wanted to try out writing poems for the sake of writing. After writing a poem each day for several days, I discovered that I can actually write without drawing from a specific real life experience, and  that I can paint a picture with words that seemed real. So I enjoyed waking up everyday excited to find out what poem was waiting to be written.

About two weeks into it I realized, all my poems came from a single experience.No matter how many different ways I write them, they all tell the same story.  

Sara Kay, my favourite spoken word artist mentioned about Paul Valery in one of her poems and she quoted him saying “A poem is never finished, only abandoned.” And without hesitation, I agree.

I wish you were a poem

You would have been easier to walk away from.

p.s. I have only written 14 poems, only half of my target with was 29 ( one for each day of the month).

The Pause

Noisy Space

Where Do I Begin

Years

The Sea and You

A Long Poem

Puppy Love

Phone Problems

When You Found Her

Untitled.

Maybe

So I told you about him

And how he made me feel

Enchanted

And I told you

How enchanting it was

To be wanted

But under that tree

Where books and battles

Were littered around us

I paused to tell myself

Maybe

This here

Is what I needed

©mariajabeza

photo from "The Mirror Has Two Faces"

The Problem with Me

It is not what you said

But how it made me feel

That alarms me

Not your words

But what they may mean

That bothers me

I wish I believed in impossibility

Lines would just be statements

And words just words.

But I am a poet

And impossibility

Is never part of my vocabulary

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Days

“There’ll be days like this”

I hear myself repeating

Like a pledge, or a line

From a broken song

Whose beginning and end I could not

Remember

Unlike our story

Whose beginning I can paint like a picture

And our end like a bleeding poem

But everything in between

I could not

remember