He captured her charm, serenity, and intelligence in his work. He frequently glanced from the canvas to her face. Asking her not to smile was like asking her not to breathe; patience wasn’t her strong suit.
What’s in a smile? Beauty, and everything! It was a shame that it didn’t showcase a young woman in her prime, the one everyone came to know and love. Her strong features and openness transcended the warmth of a morning rose blooming in spring.
Instead, he painted an autumn theme rather than the warmth of spring. The shape of her face and the curve of her lips were striking, yet they seemed inadequate for someone destined to be a future queen.
That was how I captured him while he slept. That was two years ago. He never contributed anything meaningful to our relationship. Was it love, or was it compassion? I remember those two years well. I told him I would forever love him. What did he do? He sold the link to our happiness. He sold the bike, GH 6615.
Those two years were a peaceful interlude for us, a reminder that what’s in a smile is not always what we think it is.
If I were a carpenter and you were a lady,
When I die I will become a princess she told us.
My satin dress will be full of vivid flower prints.
They will be so lifelike, butterflies will surround me.
I will look fabulous, and my hair will be curly.
Will you be young again? Asked a child.
I am not certain of this, she replied.
Youth was never my strong suit, so probably not.
When she died she got exactly what she expected.
She wore a gorgeous satin dress, butterflies engulfed her.
She was thrilled to discover that life did not stop at the veil.
It continued on, exactly as she had planned in her mind’s eye.
Now she wished she had dreamed of something better for herself.
she doesn't understand
and waits for him to speak his mind
she wants to know what's in his heart
she doesn't know where they both stand
this waiting game is not her strong suit
still she refuses to upset the cart
she stops to think of what could be
it somehow doesn't make it easier
she thinks of how without warning
she lost her freedom
that instant she let go of her heart
falling for a man who was there but not
now she looks at her reflection
wondering if her destiny
is to remain cold and alone
with love just out of reach
AP: 1st place 2022, Honorable Mention 2022
You are the star of a show you did not ask to be in
Standing in the spotlight as the audience
Jeers
Laughs
Sighs
Their eyes, they’re glued onto you
Trailing you like prey
Watching your every move
And your words, they’re stuck
Lodged in your windpipe, preventing you from breathing
And you are
Split
Wide
Open
They can see you, all of you
Every mistake, every voice crack, every snap you’d made when things got to be too much
Too much
Everything’s too much now and you know it
But you swear they can see right through you
Logical thinking had never been your strong suit, it was now out the window
Anxiety
They called it
You, you could have sworn that you were being
Split
Wide
Open
You set me up for failure
Than ask me why I didn't do anything right
You said you'd love me forever
Even though you left right in my sight
You were my person
My strong suit
You were just a heavy burden
My life just ended up being a reboot
A reboot without your love
A reboot with another guy
Someone who shows me real love
When all you have left is to say good by
Yet I found as I pursued
We all have qualities we need to work on
This is God making us strong
Able to stand
When many think we can't
Stored us safely within his lot
We never gave up
Courage included
The lions concluded
God people are light
We shine brightly through the night
Look upon the sky
For he is our eye
Joy to the world
Through this girl
Hearts shall grow bigger
Within his favor
Stand firm my dear
My love for you is always near
Never fear
Rejoice I AM here
When I sit freely today I could think about was you
I cannot see you and imagine your image
It is your home here in my heart
The soul is very passionate and isolating
Though miles come between us and distance keep us part
It only takes a second to get from here to there
Everyday even at night too I want to see you
I can't stop thinking about you no matter how hard I try
You know how I feel about you together at heart
My wings are no longer to fly to the air
Lady of silence calm and distress
A single rose in the garden look so beautiful
Speech without word and word of no speech
I had laughed about my fantasies and dreamed of an alternative life
Dreams have turned to nightmares since you aren't here anymore
I wish I could have kept quiet and silence is my strong suit
On the Verge
Every hand is pocket bound,
eyes lifted from the TV’s hallowed glow.
Breath is released in a low sigh;
worming, squirming, squat.
Thrust out of bounds in tandem,
nothing is done alone.
You’re seen, you’re sought, you’re it,
maybe you need a pill?
Vomit is on the upswing,
visual stimulation overload.
Brain cells can’t sort this one out,
tears are dry as bones.
Your neck is turned full sideways,
the punch is coming on fast,
Quick reaction is not your strong suit,
fall to the floor, break like glass.
What is happening to this picture,
not set, not neat, not bound?
Houses, cars, children, stores,
benchmarks strewn by the way
You’re in need of a clutch hit,
your world is stumbling on.
Detachment, resentment, complacence,
smug on your rug as a bug.
Happiness is a gun over-warmed,
second hand shits on a turd.
Feet of clay encased in cement,
your vomit is now overboard.
11/11/17
English has never been
A strong suit for me.
Going to class is a struggle
Walking up the stairs
And through the door
Yikes!
Someone please get me out of here.
Fifty minutes. Breathe. You got this.
Oh no.
Please don’t call on me.
No. Don’t make eye contact.
Crap.
My turn i guess.
Maybe no one is listening?
Another essay?
WHYYYYY?
Someone tell me why I need this class.
Save me.
The day is coming very soon
We will see each other
Probably around noon.
I wake up one day
Flesh and soul intertwine
For I will be there to stay.
This writing shall be put to life
Everything we hope and dream
Fill the white pages ever and the afterlife.
Aspiration is my strong suit to be free
Scars shall be my wings
Underneath is a shell of what used to be me.
Are snowdrops in April gone
Or salted sun in Winter still
None of these matters, see you anon.
(C)2017 Maricris Cabrera
Note: Inspired by Michael Buble's, Home. It has been and always be my favorite. Thank you.
How was it that I knew so little?
Your constant admonishments seemed so brittle.
But, as time progressed from day to day
I began to realize, that was just your way.
You taught me things I knew not
and in all the years, it was a lot.
Naivete' was my strong suit,
with a little stupidity thrown in to boot.
We came often at times to loggerheads
You often chimed, "Something above your neck must be dead".
Yet, you helped me to carve out a life for me and mine
and took me to places where you knew I would shine.
You were patient with me in your own way
as I struggled to learn from day to day.
You acted as father, brother, friend and boss,
It was only today, that I learned of my loss.
No longer will I hear your soliloquy,
The depth of your loss, I have yet to see.
For you were my Mentor in times of fun and strife,
I will carry your memory...the rest of my life.
in fond memory of: Dick Clemmensen
written...10/31/15
wreathed tercets
fly away statistics
fly to the hindermost
fly out of return reach
out of death and despair
out of talents wasted
out of worthless put downs
put down mortality
put down those hapless odds
put down hopeless abuse
hope is Harsha's restraint
hope is what gives her joy
hope is her one strong suit
one in her parents' eyes
one who will change her world
one victor named Harsha
the strong suit in this voice carries a tune,
echoes emphasized fills up the room,
speak to me...please,,in love and emotion,
but then the vibration would be shortened, and quickly forgotten in motion,
remembrance can come and be forgotten so quickly,
chords and tunes held in voice, memorized emotions spoke freely,
pouring out in prayer while singing in song,
holds onto those words and in love they last long,
they say, "its not over until the fat lady sings",
it's not said "it's all over until the fat lady speaks."
The ambassador to the wayward king
But female and foreign and former
Formerly loved and revered by he
Now troubled with the queen of late
Then ambassador, Now advisor to the king
Bitter laughter from the advisor chamber
How should the advisor know what to do
Doing, never a strong suit of hers
Understanding, though, the key to advice
Nevertheless, she stays in the chamber
Ideals are not my strong suit
Living with a sense of being that is quite acute.
Only straying to find an easier way
Very rarely being the prey.
Everyone says you are less than me
Yelling at me to let you be.
Offering you myself is my only plus
Unfair is the wall they put between us.
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Note: The Acrostic form is really hard for me for some reason.
I guess I'll have to practice more. ~_~
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