Biography of Vaida Marea
'Vaida': Hindu-wisdom, knowledge
'Marea': Latin- tide, ocean
'There's Vaida, radiating with joy. And luckily she still can't stand the sight of a boy.'
Vaida Marea Poems
I Too, Sing America (Inspired By Langsto...
I, too, sing America The melody is quiet but still passes my lips I am the elusive ingenue The restless whisper of a wood nymph
Song Of Myself (Inspired By Walt Whitman...
I celebrate myself, and sing myself, Young, and more shelled-tered than I care to believe. Shape-shifting through life...A metamorphosis.
My heart of glass is so full of you But it shatters and breaks from the things that you do 'Cause you sang me that song And it broke me in two
You study me, like you're seeing me for the first time So young and delicate, it would be so simple to hurt me But my mind's so cynical, you forget the girl in me You concentrate on my hostile eyes
The Bitter End
One day the sky is gonna swallow us up Take our souls and our sanity Then it won't matter who messed up Existence was merely a fantasy
All beautiful things meet their demise Flowers in bloom surely will die Frozen are the wings of the dead butterfly Because all beautiful things meet their demise
She verses the words to him Fragile and sweet With her head on his chest She can hear his heart beat
I feel like I'm walking on the edge Of 'Yes' and 'I'm not ready yet.' I don't want to jump If you won't catch me
To My Nephew
Little one, I have such hopes for you For all the things that you will do The things I hadn't gotten to See and do before I grew
Your eyes hold the words I yearn to hear spoken There is fault to what we do not say From what I've heard
Jack Of Hearts
You remind me of a city Underneath the gritty surface is a heart so wild and alive It gives me chills And though I've cultivated my innocence for eighteen years
I Keep My Eyes Open When We Kiss
My skin calls out for him. My lips ache with the dull yearning for his. For in a moment he will pick me up and pull me in close; My legs will wrap around him.
I’m not really interested In what you’re telling me Because I can forge my own path And I don’t need you to hold my hand
You study me, like you're seeing me for the first time
So young and delicate, it would be so simple to hurt me
But my mind's so cynical, you forget the girl in me
You concentrate on my hostile eyes
Trying to grasp the insecurity inside
As if you're saying,
'Let me steal away your pain;
Let me protect you and you'll never feel lost again.'
But you know its wrong