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How Does One Love?

Just a short poem about loving someone. Enjoy!

How Does One Love?
By: Anita Marie

How does one love?
Should we hold hands and kiss under the sun?
Or should we dance under the moonlight having fun?

How does one show that one cares?
By giving gifts worth more than money?
Or by giving quality time and treasured memories?

How does one prove one’s love?
Is it through classic poems and songs of then?
Or the warm hearted surprises that have come to trend?

But most importantly, what is Love?
Is it a feeling of wanting? Of longing? Of belonging to someone?
Or is it more than those mentioned all in one?

In love, there are many questions
But with faith, there are many solutions

How does one love?
Just with one’s heart and soul
Doesn’t really matter how
As long as you know, without a doubt, Love is there

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Posted in Poems about Relationships

Love Curious

I know I said I would be on hiatus but I cooked up this poem after watching a really good short film during one of my study breaks. Coming from a group of friends who’re part of the LGBTQ+ community, I consider myself an ally. And I wanted to make this poem. It’s about the universal concept of what love is while trying to emphasize that the kind of love that most people are familiar with is really no different from the kind of love people in LGBTQ+ relationships experience.

Love Curious
By: Anita Marie

I’m curious
For most of my life, I’ve always been
Or have I?

I’ve always wondered what it was like to love
How does it go? What does one do?
Does it make me fall out of it or stay true?

For how familiar love is, it still comes off as a mysterious gush of wind
You never really know whether it’s cool because of the sea breeze or because of the mountain trees
All you know is that you need it to breathe

Yet love doesn’t always come the same way a second time
The first time for most of us was probably a gentle kind of love
The one that sets our expectations, gives us directions on where to go
Prompting us to ask the right questions
Because somehow, we never do

Crazy, right?
That something we thought was true could just turn out to be a clue
A step here, a hop there, then you find yourself running so fast
You can’t tell whether the beating of your heart speeds up because of the rush
Or because of that one person who makes you gush away

I’ve been in love, maybe in more ways than one but what I know about love?
Not much
I don’t think I’ll ever know much about it in my lifetime but I can always try

To be honest, I don’t know how it begins, or how it develops
All I know is that it could end, it could evolve, and that it has power I can’t quite understand

It can be dangerous for some yet it could be the only thing that could save a person from drowning out the world
Yes, love is weird, it makes you feel
Most importantly, it makes you human

Sometimes all love is, is a leap of faith
A risk into the unknown
Sometimes it’s a trap door on a theatre stage
At times it just flows

All you have to do is to open your eyes to everything around you
We may never understand love, but at least we know it’s there
Love is love, whether you wear it on your sleeve or hide it under your skin
But most of all, for whatever you make out of it, love always wins

Posted in Poems about Relationships

The Subtle Fall

This poem is about my one-sided admiration of a guy who I’ve known for years. I honestly think he’s out of reach. I feel like he deserves a world so much greater than me. But late at night, I’ve  always prayed that the world he deserves, he’ll find in me.

The Subtle Fall
By: Anita Marie

I don’t know how to start
It was just a bit of a shake for my heart
He was like current
Steady, yet electrifying
And someone who just keeps you going

He wasn’t someone new
In fact, years have passed since who knew
The subtle hellos
An acquaintance at best
But lately, has somehow peaked my interest

8 hours of deep talk
Somehow got my heart locked
I never thought
Life would be so clear
Whenever he would wander near

Too near my naive heart
Threatening it to give him his part
But only I can feel
Only I can see
How strong I get when he captures me

Dear love, you drain me
My smile, my cheeks, my energy
Notice me please
And fall for me too
Cause I think I might go crazy without you

Keep still, I’m only joking
I won’t force us both into working
I pray for you to be happy
I pray you’ll be loved
That’s all I ask from our Father from above

You’re more than myself
I’ve never felt so terribly scared
Of keeping you
From what you deserve
For your heart was very well preserved

But if I may be so bold
And if your heart’s not as cold
I hope she’s me
The one you’re thinking of
I hope she’s me, your only love

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If I Died Today

People come and go exactly when they’re supposed to. For some of us, it may be years in the future. For some, it could be moments away. So, I just thought, if my time came, how would I greet death? How about my funeral? What kind of story did I want to leave behind?

If I Died Today
By: Anita Marie

If I died today, instead of black, I want everyone in pink
Instead of a eulogy, I want a room full of music
If I had to hold flowers, I want them to be roses
And when I close my eyes, I want my favorite dark brown eyeliner on them

If I died today, I want it to be because I outlived my legacy
Because of a lack of sleep and a worn out resiliency
Passion is dangerous and ambition is too
But I swear I’d rather die trying to reach them

If I died today, my mom would be filled with worry
And I’d want my organs taken out in a hurry
To heal all those who I’ve never met before
To give them the second chance I never got to have

If I died today, I want one last chance to show the world who I am
My corpse would be burnt for reasons my loved ones would understand
My ashes buried with a tree seedling ready to grow
From my ashes, new life will rise giving meaning to this world

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The Old Observation Exercise

This is a poem about how an assignment a few years back gave me some meaningful insights. I love this exercise, by the way.

The Old Observation Exercise
By: Anita Marie

You have 10 minutes to just sit down and look at your surroundings
That’s an exercise my professor came up with for us to practice observation skills
But 2 years after the exercise was first given, I start doing it again

Someone’s reciting while studying, another’s shifting through his phone
A barista laughs, two people are buried deep in a conversation
A child finishes her cookie, a guy passes by checking if there are any more seats

It’s all a matter of just paying attention and listening to them
You’d be surprised at the little details you can pick up that way
She’s 12, he’s an architect, she once failed a test, he’s openly gay

Their emotions show on their faces and their stories unveil themselves
He’s been hurt, she’s been back stabbed, he’s had an awesome day
And they smile at you knowingly as if they’ve made up your story too

It’s fun being someone else other than yourself at times
You get to run and hide without any attachments
No regrets, just almost-friends in passing during these solitary moments

Others think you’re the type to order a frappe on a sunny day
Some think you’re too greedy for an outlet even if you got there first
But there are some who knows that you have your stories too

It’s all just so amusing yet lonely, simple yet lovely
Imagine the countless stories that happen inside this small coffee shop
You’d imagine millions, all with different plot twists and genres

As you can tell, I enjoy doing this exercise and I indeed do it often
It makes me realize I’m not the only person in the world who’s rocking the universe
We have all these familiar strangers, and they all have different stories to tell

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Skin, Blood, Heart, and Soul

If you saw my About page on this website, you’ll remember I mentioned having science running in my blood but having a soul hungry for the arts. It’s an internal struggle at times. I’m good at science, math, and perceptual ability. My hobbies include puzzles like tangrams, sudoku, and strategy board games like the Game of Generals. However, even if I thrive in the logical world, they can never satisfy my soul. I’m not an artist. I don’t know how to draw or write but I love literature, I love history and culture. It’s a clash of interests which always makes me crave for more than I need. But I guess, that’s who I am.

Skin, Blood, Heart, and Soul
By: Anita Marie

When I was a child, I loved crayons
Especially that 68 crayon set I had my eyes on
Just cause it had the color flesh and the color gold
Both colors I’ve ignored as I grew old

My mom, she liked it that I loved coloring
I decorate her cards with blues, yellows and pink
Still, I feel like the flowers I’ve drawn can never conceal
The empty white spaces that are yet to be filled

So I stopped coloring, just so
Instead, shifted my attention to what I know
People say science run in my blood and it courses through my veins
No one thought I’d look at graffiti or decorated pots of porcelain

But people always assume what they want
They carve you into a masterpiece for fun
Artists in their own right, with words coloring your being
Regardless of what you felt or what you’re thinking

Art. Literature. Pieces eternalized by the renaissance
Yet my hunger for the arts did not fit me so I kept my distance
To be honest, I can’t draw, and I can’t write
I only put words together and out of spite

Because of the thousands of feelings I feel inside
A longing for the unknown is something I cannot hide
So I keep books, stories and poetry all the same
To feed this half-artist, half-scientist-ish brain

Austen. Shakespeare. Lewis Caroll.
Sun Tzu. Dickens. And George Orwell
Why do they make me feel so alive?
Why do they give me the energy to survive?

Questions that formulas cannot answer
Despite the calculations and the help of a tutor
We can search galaxies but it can never explain why
Because our souls are honest and they cannot lie

My skin is a canvas, yet it’s colored flesh
My blood is science, so alive and fresh
My heart is fragile, yet it’s made of gold
My soul is a story, just waiting to be told