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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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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

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A Forgotten Home

This is a piece that describes how I feel whenever I think about my mother and the family I have far away. They're my everything and I wouldn't trade the world for them.

A Forgotten Home

By: Anita Marie

Home is where your heart resides
It's where you can be whoever you'd like and find a safe haven within
The hush of the noise, the gleam of the night lights
The little things that just makes home a home

Some live in huts, others in mansions
In homes there is dining space for a family to share
Family could be a family of six
Then again family could just be mom and you
As long as there is a reason to get together, home will remain a home

It may be a freshly bought house or an ancestral home
Yet it will always be yours to treasure
Yours to cherish and yours to endure

Life thrives at the very soul of the hearth
Spreading warmth to the coldest of hearts and light to the darkest of souls
It's where you find that spark of hope that ignites the fire of your deepest passions
And that warm hand to hold when you think you're left out to drown in the ocean

But sometimes we forget home
We forget what it's like to build make believe fortresses with the pillows we sleep with at night
It becomes all too vague how we first rode our bikes and how we embraced the number of times we fell

Sometimes home slips from our mind when we're enjoying a cup of coffee at a shop
Sometimes it completely disappears when we're dreaming about the unknown feared in the dark

We sometimes walk through our lives with the knowledge of something else other than home
But no matter how far the distance we go
Our feet will always lead us back home

Nevermind how dangerous the road back may be
Home can be the house on the next street or thousands of miles east
Sometimes you realize you never left home
Sometimes you understand that home never leaves you
For every time you choose to leave it, home will find you

Without needing a map, a compass, or a GPS
Home will find you because home knows who you are
Because whether you admit it or not, home has always been in your heart

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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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Two Rules

Now, this is a poem about my breakup. My ex was weird but it happened anyway, so here’s the story.

Two Rules
By: Anita Marie

There are two rules you need to follow to win this game
Number one, listen and number two, try not to go insane

You see, the last time I played this game, I didn’t know the rules
I just leaped into it like I was searching for blue’s clues
Searching for signs to solve this mystery going around called love
Boy was I wrong when he started handing me my pink punching gloves

I stood there waiting for a punch but it didn’t come
Instead I got kisses, warm chocolates and hugs
My opponent made it seem like he wanted a connection rather than a fight
So as we made it to our corners, the emcee started picking up his mic

Introducing me, as an upcoming prodigy expected to win this season
And him, as a well known fighter yet has always lost for some reason
Both dignified fighters in their own right
Yet, who’s gonna win this fight?

Round one, we begin as we circle each other
Trying to get to know the opposing fighter better
It turned out none of us had landed a punch
And ended up disappointing the overlooking bunch

Round two was different, I felt it as we got closer
I knew more about your strategies and about the boulder
You carry everyday even if it was heavy enough to crush you when you stand
Little did I know that all was going according to your plans

Round three, your boulder, I helped you carry
And you said you’d thought I’d be a fighter too scary
Who knew we surprised each other so much
But in this round, spectators said we were losing our touch

The crowd boo-ed
The tickets were not cheap they said
A fight they wanted, a fight they will get

Now, there I stood with my pink gloves on
I took it off, and starting stepping out with conviction
I didn’t want to be a fighter if you were my opponent
I loved you too much already that to hurt you, I couldn’t

But before I could leave the ring to join your side
You landed a punch and said you lied

In the art of war, deception is the key
The crowd cheered for you and they boo-ed for me
My attention went to the scoreboard you looked at a lot
One point for you, okay now, I’ll stop

I’ll let you win because I loved you
But you didn’t love me back too
You said the words yet left bruises on my skin
You kissed my lips yet put my notes into a trash bin

I don’t know how much of it was a fight
I also don’t know how much of it was a lie
But I do know that something wasn’t right
Then I thought of something I thought I would never try

Let’s stop the fight. Then silence overtook the stadium.

I return the pink punching gloves stained red
I expected you to proclaim your love but instead
You took the belt, passed by me, without a trace of worry
Then I waited long for you to say the words, “I’m sorry”

I guess I’ll never hear it
Disqualified
Or maybe I didn’t listen
Disqualified

You see, I violated the two rules that made the game
Number one, listen and number two, try not to go insane

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A Good Man

This is an appreciation poem for the person that made my heart flutter for the first time. We met when we were kids then quickly became friends and I, as a kid would do, told him I liked him. It’s embarrassing even until this day and when I finally thought I would never see him again, we kept crossing paths in college. Now that I’m older, I’ve realized that we played each others’ roles in our lives perfectly and his role in mine happens to be being my first love, which I’m thankful for. He grew up to be a good man and I’m happy I didn’t have a bad taste in boys when I was younger. It’s still a cute and happy story to tell.

A Good Man
By: Anita Marie

He was my first love, my puppy love
And he made my first taste of love so wonderful I never hated him
No, to me, he deserved a poem of his own
A beautiful one that highlighted who he was

I don’t have good poems nor stories
But I have the skill of appreciating him cause he is a good man
With hidden ambitions he made himself a name
Self-made, established, and yet humble with his state

You made my heart flutter the first time
It wasn’t because of how you looked like or the way you carried yourself
It was what you did that made me see so clearly
Kindness, discipline, aspects of a good person

When I told you I liked you a lot
I was a child that did things without thinking first and it embarrassed me
You set it aside and went on being my friend
Without giving false hope or animosity

Eventually, we went separate ways
I still remembered back then what a wonderful person you really were
Years of growth had put a distance between ourselves
And we both existed in different dimensions

However, we crossed each other’s path
You made me smile again like I did the first time, the same way you made me
Please don’t get this wrong, I’m not holding on to you
It brought me back to the sweet memories I have

And I just would like to say thank you
For teaching me how to feel and showing an example of a good man
Thank you for being my first taste of sweetness and
Thank you for being there and for being a friend

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10 Reasons

Before I dated my ex, we were close friends. Back then, he gave 10 really specific reasons why he wouldn’t date someone like me and it consisted of the imperfections I had like my issues and stuff. I thought it was unfair cause he only gave me 2 really superficial reasons why guys should date me. Later did any of us know that we’d play a bigger role than friends in our lives. Although it has ended, I liked the story of how it started, how it begun. I think it’s a beautiful process. Good things come to an abrupt and tragic end but that’s another poem.

10 Reasons
By: Anita Marie

At the beginning, he gave me 10 reasons why he shouldn’t date me
I’m too boring, I’m weird, I’m a bit crazy
I have issues and I’m too ambitious to want to leave a legacy
All these imperfections of me, he could see clearly

When I asked him if he had a list on why he should date me
There were only 2: I wore glasses and I had a husky
Barely reasonable reasons and I appreciate the honesty
But seriously? Glasses and a husky? That’s all he could see?

Okay fine, forgiven, besides it’s not like I’m ever gonna date him
He’s moody, just as crazy, with no passion to win
He’s my friend, and the chances of us dating are slim
So why should I bother unless feelings start to begin

Uh, to my surprise, they begun too soon
Yes, destiny, I am questioning you
Why did you send over that moon
That made him think our love was to bloom?

What happened to that 10 reasons he gave me without second guesses?
What happened to number 7, the part where I’m full of distresses?
Did he really forget I can be easily stressed?
That I stress over simple things like how to get dressed?

Most of all, where did these feelings come from?
I need a clear, precise and logical explanation
Is this pity? Flattery? Or a mutual admiration
Can I go on escaping his gestures and love declarations?

Then I realized, I had to give in to it
Love cannot choose who you fit
And for him, I chose to put aside my wit
To just sit down and enjoy the trip

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Naked

This poem is a poem about my past relationship. I started dating a close friend a few years back and last year, we broke up for certain reasons. Break ups are long stories reserved for the coffee table. Well, I don’t hate my ex, per se. He did play an important part in my life and I’ve learned so much like why some best friends don’t make good boyfriends. Also, what giving yourself to another person means.

Naked
By: Anita Marie

In front of him, I was naked
I took off the clothes I wore that covered my skin
My blouse, my skirt, the underwear that teasingly made him smirk
I let him touch me like no one else could
He knew everything about me
Suddenly, he knew all my secrets
Suddenly, he knew all the right places, even if he needed my help
With how to discover me as a woman
He saw all of the scars I would never let anyone touch
He, now, knew which of my breasts was the bigger one
The stretch marks that embarrass me, my sweaty and a bit smelly underarms covered with armpit hair
All of that no longer hidden from view
Bare, naked, everything out on display for him to see

We were at a level where we could not wear a label around our necks
Yet we knew we wanted to gaze in each other’s stars forever
Heaven wasn’t so far away every time we spent our time in each other’s arms
But slowly, as the love potion started to lose its effect, I found out
I found out that he was just a boy
And just like a boy, he only saw what he wanted to see

Even if in front of him, I was naked
I ripped off the curtain that hid who I really was
My thoughts, my dreams, everything I thought would’ve been
I let him in as no one else could
Yet he knew nothing about me
He didn’t know why I cry at night
He didn’t know the things I really liked even when he was given help
With discovering me as a woman
He saw my scars yet didn’t see the pain underneath them
He felt my breasts yet didn’t feel how fast my heart was beating
Stretch marks as proof of growing up, underarms that have been a million times kissed by mommy
All of that, he didn’t see at all
Even if I was bare, naked, with everything displayed for him to see