Posted in Random Poems I Find Meaningful

Chocolates

I love chocolates. I’ve loved them ever since I was a child and my aunt always never fail to spoil me with them. So, why chocolates? Well, I just got a new bunch from my aunt and this poem will tell you how chocolates are just more than just a sweet treat to me. Enjoy the chocolates!

Chocolates
By: Anita Marie

My aunt often sent me chocolates
As a toddler, they were heaven
A reason to smile while binge eating them
I’d take a piece and savor the sugar
Then one by one I start to devour another

My aunt loved sending me chocolates
As a kid, I carefully hid my share
From itchy hands and greedy stares
How selfish I was to keep them to myself
Loving how I had to finish them all without help

My aunt really can’t stop sending me chocolates
Approaching my teens, it never bothered me
I’d eat them all without caring about my belly
My mother always told me, “in moderation”
But I can’t ignore the chocolate’s temptations

My aunt still sends me chocolates
As a teen, it was what I was known for
The crazy pink girl and a chocolate whore
But this time I learned to share with my friends
Because chocolates are better with a happy moment

My aunt sent me chocolates, again
Early adulthood, I realized was not a place for them
It’s sweet and full of innocence with a dangerous trend
It’s when I realized that life can be a burst of flavor
Definitely not like the chocolates I used to savor

But I, now, know why my aunt sent me chocolates all the time
When I hit my all time low in my young life
Lonely I was without signs of light
But chocolate was there to remind me of my childhood
The happy days of was, is, and would

My aunt was great for sending me chocolates
In happiness, they’re there to celebrate
In loneliness, they’re there to consolate
In success, they’re there to congratulate
And in sadness, they’re there to brighten my day

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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