The Poetry Marathon

Autobiography of a Face

I’m an oddly-shaped square
With pale, porous skin clinging tightly
I carry all emotions

I am different from others
Yet, still the same as all of the rest
I carry all emotions

My seasons

As the season pass one by one
I’ve learned the been selective in my
Battles it’s the peaceful thing to do; it’s better then being rigth.
With the amount of life experience accumulate in this 30years and
364 days, I’ve learn to stand tall
and proud of each of my accomplishments as well of my mistakes.
I learn to go out in a limb,
Not everything has to be black and white! There’s this thing call rainbow, there’s plenty colors to picky from.
I also remember my roots
It’s what keeps me humble and connected with who I’m.
I learn to know the difference of been thirsty or just been greedy.
I’m content with my natural beauty
I love my self for who I’m and what I stand for. It’s a must rule to show love and dedication to one self, before we could show it to others.
If there isn’t self love
There isn’t determination, courage, and survival skills.
I also learn to enjoy the view.
Life it’s to short to ignore the beautiful seasons and the miracle of life in everything around us.
The beautiful lady bug, the Eagles , the Owls and everything the it’s a living & loving thing.
I learn to enjoy the rain and the windy night. I learn to not take each day for granted. I learn to tell god thank you
For everything in my life. I’m in a temporary life stage , the I don’t know the day or time of my final departure.
But I do know the I want to live my
Life to the max and share the blessing of each awaking with my love ones. My life it’s continually starting a different cycle each time a year arrived. Feeling fearless and in control of my wants and needs.
This it’s me. I’m exactly where I want to be and won’t let go of my dreams.
This is an other wonderful season.❤️

—by Meriyen Marquez⭐️

Life – 10/24

I am still writing…

 

My story here…

 

So despite my scars and the memories of blood, 

My broken parts don’t leak into my definition

 

@ Angel Rosen (half assed poem)

Poem 10/24 – Autobiography of a Face

#10 Prompt: Autobiography of a Face

6 pm Poem

Autobiography of a Face

Eyes that still gleam

With the memories of all they’ve seen

Lips that still smile

Even after all this while

Lines across the forehead

From years of worry

Crows feet at the eyes

From years of laughter

Marks and scars

Hard won in battle

The face reveals

The secrets of its life

Poem #10: La Vida.

Not only does the day drag on,

But baby, you lead me astray,

And I can’t behave in your presence,

I want to unravel and break all the shit in your home.

I want to destroy the peace that you cling to,

The emptiness of your mind, give me the time to rummage through every box,

And mismanage your heart the way you did mine.

Bitterness creeps through these halls,

And I am all of the best parts you could have been,

If you loved me and not her,

Or you loved who you really were,

But sometimes we hide in the closet until the darkness,

Comes to find us.

And the light, oh god, the light,

Will fucking ruin us with the truth,

Here in this city, if you do not get away from it.

I know that this is life,

The crazy ballad to our chaotic turns,

About the room, the glass figures telling us what we should do,

As you travel behind your walls,

That cover your mind and your heart,

Your lips moving but always silent,

Picking and choosing the lies,

The deceptive gold behind your tongue,

This day is for you, la vida, the life you lead,

This day is for you, all these poems are about you, baby,

The man who at 21, has ruined every good part of me,

And these are for you,

all of them, between now and later,

The satisfaction of your heart against my bones,

Seeping out like a runny memory we refuse to patch up,

I am here, the ghost, and the phantom pain,

Until you come find me,

La vida.

✨Slipping away✨

When your significant other it’s slipping away, and reviving memories isn’t enough. What it’s there left to do, but to let things flows. If you rush into it, it break faster, if you give too much space it ends, when you try to hard it just don’t work. So what it’s left to do. Express how you feel and hope they see things as you and deal with the anxiety of been the one label as the one responsible for the break up and the broken personality. How you deal with all the i security knowing the everything it’s about to end. Specially when your trying to hold on to dear life. The best to do its Let go of all your thought and guilt off been in the position of feeling as you just not good enough. Yes re-focus on you and the point the finger. Give your self time to think clearly and most important space before approaching , but if In your end you say it all, you just got to wait and see what’s more important to the individual and the would also tell you where you stand all along.
Crying help clean your soul , so if you must, let them out.

The End is Nigh

Daylight is dying and fading.
As the birds hath stop singing.
An old sun begins its descent.
Not a thing I have done do I resent.

Sitting out in the beauty of the day.
Writing words of things I should say.
Conversation with a lover or a friend.
Waiting for the moon  to ascend.

Wasted not hath the time I spent.
Away from the business of the moment.
I ask nothing more than just one thing at all.
For I am not a saint or the apostle Paul.

When the night finally comes.
And words are reduced to ah’s and um’s.
Lay down beside me my love.
Let us gaze upon the stars above.

Autobiography of a Face

Look to the lines
Not just the brow:
Around the nose
Beside the mouth
Beneath the eyes
Even the chin

Observe the chin
Weak or strong lines?
And keep your eyes
On the eyebrow
The second mouth
Speaks what it knows

Ignore the nose
For shape, the chin
Betrays the mouth
With habit-lines
A furrowed brow
Stays in the eyes

To the right eyes
Or a keen nose
Loquacious brow
Will soon pitch in
Those tell-tale lines
Though closed the mouth

And by that mouth
Behind the eyes
Are written lines
That life well knows
Proud, forward chin
Hides anxious brow

Oh, traitor brow!
Though pinched the mouth
And bold the chin
The brow holds “ayes”
Where tongue claims “noes”
In practiced lines

Writ on the brow, clear to my eyes
An open mouth above the nose
Take on the chin: truth in those lines

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Prompt: Anatomy of a Face
Form: Sestina

This was fun. Sestinas can be cumbersome, but by keeping the lines short, I managed to get through it in the time.