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POEMS

Once, I let my tears soaked me.. 
There, you came in void, riding on your motor with your body that offered warmth that was worth burning myself on.. 
That's when I knew tears can turn into kerosene, 
Depending on the fire you crave, 
Depending on how badly you want to sin.. 
Casting spells on this bliss that rips sweetly with deceit against our innocence and will to resist, 
Lips seeking alibis from each other’s amplifying desires, 
Hoping not to miss, 
Losing grips from both our lust's filthy fucking grease.. 
Wanting to tie knots on your hips, 
Start your bike's engine and beat our skin's defying heat. 
Fire-like flame that is so neat, so hot that it can iron straight a swindler's dream to come clean. 
All this, lose or win, 
Right now, right in, 
On the dock, on your clock, 
Waste no time,
Indulge hard, 
Pull me tight, 
Sway me nice.. 
Touch me right, 
Put us on track, 
Stride and grab like its the only thing you can fucking want. 
Please excuse my mood for tonight.. 
**a night without a lullabye. ©

— Maria Karla

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When you read poems from years back,
It's funny how you should come rushing up, 
With a decision to either move forward or to to fucking feel how it all used to hurt & fuck you up. 
Damn those nights, those days.. 
Where crying became a habit like cigarettes ou old smoketrays.. 
When suicide glans like its the only way you can escape the pain.. 
Where my stitches and scars seemed to be tailored fresh, 
Left uncured, cut and always open.. Years back, never forgotten yet already forgiven.. 

Goodbyes, It'll crush you into bits.. 
Let it be, let it go and be far like the stars that lack lights and won't ever shine bright.. 
Because sometimes, thanks & goodbyes are the only words that can make endings inevitable and a make a damaged heart mend.  ©

— Maria Karla

Have you ever been so in love that everything you hear from everywhere sounded so extremely happy like Christmas and birthday songs? 

Where you walk and talk and dress and smile like every corners and every streets of this universe is decored with candies & creams while its forever on snowfalls? 

That much that when you lost it, it felt like gazillion daggers were spiked deeply into your chest, envenomed blades ripping your heart's most crucial veins, firm about distorting those ventricles. 

Everything's dark and ugly, so much that the entirety of humanity left in you screams goodbyes. When we're not careful enough, even escaping is nonviable. 

Let go, lose yourself in the process, so lost that the only thing left to remain is the ONLY thing that has always been there before your sadness, your pains, before grief, before those tears, comes your dominance over weaknesses that are tailored to destruct. 

Don't let what hurts you fabricate absence to what God has made to be your only & greatest leverage, LOVE. Let not torment spawn in reverse. 

Let love ALONE breed, for what bears beautiful, never bears the opposite. ©

— Maria Karla

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Orchestrate a manic-level kind of sex,

Let both of our bodies' heat ignite as our arms and legs reflex..

Hold my hands so tight,

Kiss my back as you grip my neck,

Reach my ears while you glide on next, Let your sweat drip down my spine,

Stroke and tug my hips, pull me closer and cross those lines,

Beg me to call your name,

Bite my fingers and my nape so I tame,

Pin me against the wall, the bedside or behind the door,

Under the table or in the bathroom's floor,

Look me in the eyes and hardly thrust inside,

Rub deeply as I juice so wild,

Break my throne, break some more,

Unleash the animal

I've always craved for.. ©

— Maria Karla

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I've always wanted a man who only wants to wear nothing but my lipstick marks, He who likes locking lips with mine, undressing me aggressively in the dark, He who licks my neck and my ears like cherries in his wine.. He who feeds like a wolf between my thighs, He who likes pulling my hair a bit harder when he strides from my behind.. He who likes to thug my hips like handlebars, He who sucks my nipples and rubs my clit with his palm, A man that moans my name out loud, He who thirsts for my taste all the time, He who stays and will trade everything - - just for one more night.. 

I've always wanted a man who only wants to wear nothing but my lipstick marks,

He who likes locking lips with mine, undressing me aggressively in the dark,

He who licks my neck and my ears like cherries in his wine..

He who feeds like a wolf between my thighs,

He who likes pulling my hair a bit harder when he strides from my behind..

He who likes to thug my hips like handlebars,

He who sucks my nipples and rubs my clit with his palm,

A man that moans my name out loud,

He who thirsts for my taste all the time,

He who stays and will trade everything - - just for one more night.. ©

— Maria Karla

Am I going crazy or is it just me loving you too much that I am hearing the songs you sing, loud and lyrics so clear,

 

Rhythm so good, voice that seems to cast a spell on me-

 

All these, apart from knowing how your heart seems to have never known melody at all.. ©

— Maria Karla

And when the morning rise,

Begins the truth that compromised,

Whatever pain and pleasure,

Whatever locked us in love,

Fades together with last night's

Torrid kisses and stained blankets at sight.

This kills, mornings that lighten up what everynights' have always tried to fight,..

Your sad goodbyes and the truth that you will really never be mine. ©

                                                                                                 — Maria Karla 

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