Once upon a time, a man asked me to choose between him and my passion. Now, every poem that I wrote reminds me of him. โ Mia Palencia
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Playing with the Parts of Speech
By: Mia Palencia If a ๐ป๐ผ๐๐ป is something that nameth anything, I have three little ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ that looks like ๐๐๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฌ of a ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ; ๐๐ฎ๐ง๐ข๐๐, ๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ and ๐๐๐ฐ๐ง, who treat each other ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ง๐๐ฒ ๐ช๐ฎ๐๐๐ง๐ฌ, playing to be the greatest ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐จ๐ซ๐ฌ in ๐๐ฌ๐ฅ๐๐งโ๐ฌ reign. ๐ฃ๐ฟ๐ผ๐ป๐ผ๐๐ป can be used to replace the noun in a sentence, as ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฒContinue reading “Playing with the Parts of Speech”
Love in the Moonlight
By: Mia Palencia Oโ hear mine heartโs shouting thy name out loud the love untold hath been spoken tonight ye shall hear and see watch the celebration with me of fireflies underneath the willow tree for thou art is the subject of the celebration tonight I gave it all to thee the love that foreverContinue reading “Love in the Moonlight”
Sheโs Perfect The Way I Wanted
By: Mia Palencia Sheโs perfect that I think Iโm gonna be crazy. Sheโs elegant that she can send millions of butterflies inside my belly. She rocked my world and flipped it upside down. Sheโs perfect the way I want; that, I can give her a crown. Sheโs like a strong spiraling hurricane, a danger; but,Continue reading “Sheโs Perfect The Way I Wanted”
I Am Not Cinderella
By: Mia Palencia I am not Cinderella and I wouldnโt like to be. I am just a normal girl whose happy to be me. I have no fairy godmother, nor an evil stepmother. I canโt ride a pumpkin carriage, but I have lots of courage. I donโt believe in magic, but I do believe inContinue reading “I Am Not Cinderella”
Under The Sakura Tree
By: Mia Palencia Whilst the wind whistle so softly And as the breeze hugginโ me tightly Iโll be waiting for you patiently Right under the sakura tree How the petals of cheery blossoms fall The beauty of the scenery bestowed Upon the love that is unknown Willing to wait for you until forevermore As theContinue reading “Under The Sakura Tree”
She Who Blooms In Autumn
By: Mia Palencia She’s like a flower blooming in the morning; a dandelion in the field of red, red roses, and a daffodil in the vast land of wildflowers. Yes, she is; that yellow hibiscus that I always adore, and that beautiful lily of the valley in the green, green meadow. Sheโs a lily, indeed!Continue reading “She Who Blooms In Autumn”
Quatrains to Aurora
By: Mia Palencia Looking up above in the night sky โ amazing! So ethereal, I canโt deny. A trail of fairy dust, so bright; I want it to forever appear in my sight. Painted in the dark sky, so, so high; I just donโt wanna say goodbye. A myriad colors, the northern light, a purpleContinue reading “Quatrains to Aurora”
โTHE HEARTBEAT OF EVILโ
by: Mia Palencia (inspired by โThe Tell-Tale Heartโ of Edgar Allan Poe) It was one Sunday morning, I am busy peeling off apples and Joe is sipping on his cup of black coffee while reading newspaper. The mood outside the house is gloomy. The cloud is dark as if it is going to rain anytimeContinue reading “โTHE HEARTBEAT OF EVILโ”
โREASON TO LIVE: A Memoir of Perfectly Hidden Depressionโ
by: Mia Palencia memoir If you are reading this, it means that I am already a cold corpse inside a coffin, but believe me when I say that I am lying. Just kidding. I am still breathing and kicking because out of a hundred reasons to die, there is still one thing that remains asContinue reading “โREASON TO LIVE: A Memoir of Perfectly Hidden Depressionโ”