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Darling, I don't have the enthusiasm to
play hide and seek or peekaboo
I'm having a hard time seeing things through
Now tell me,
*Where were you when I needed you?
I cannot move
Unable to break free
From these chains that I am bound
I thought they are the ones who tied me
But the truth is I was the one who caused this difficulty

In every second, I feel stuck
In every minute, I feel f*cked up
In every hour, I feel sorry and
In every day, I just want to be happy

It feels like being stuck in a pit
Unable to do anything but scream or just sit
I want to climb up the ladder and get out
But there's always something that drags me down
Hey
My mouth is smiling
Could someone please let my heart know?
 Jun 2015 Marinela Abarca
RJ
She was the unfinished puzzle
She was the guitar with broken strings
She was the meadow stripped of green
She was the crooked table of support
She was the inner voice of reason

She was the dream forgotten leaving a shadow of frustration
She was the rush of a fresh storm promising heavy rain
She was the ever-changing bricks in a decaying building
She was the wrecking ball extinguishing it from existence

She was the heaven-sent false prophet
She was the flower ripped from its stem
She was the blank pages of a neglected book
She was the dust covering all abandoned objects
She was the frustration in desire

She was the locked door
She was the vacant room
She was the thought with no voice
She was not love
Metaphors are the closest we can get to putting our feelings into words that people can understand. Everyone perceives things differently as they're judged against their own personal experiences.
Society says

Don't cry;
That's weak

Don't talk about pain
That's selfish

Don't be smart
That's nerdy

Don't talk much
That's annoying

Don't be yourself
That's stupid
At least in my case
Gone are the days, on a holiday
I used to just eat and sleep, now
I have developed an appetite
for new destinations
to read and meet,
the fascination for the sea
as the sheer thought of
unknown adventure
and mysteries of the deep
nowadays engulfs me.
Climbing up a hill, to look
down at the edge, bending
over a steep cliff, nature
out of a geography book.
At night, the hide and seek
of moon and the clouds
the rich silver light making me strong
at times when I feel so weak.

When strangers became new
friends, as a person I grew
like on the old grass
a fresh drop of dew.

At the end, I believe
a day will surely come
when I can fathom all this
and can share my wisdom
"The heart is deceitful
Above all things
And beyond cure
Who can understand it?"

Jeremiah 17:9

The bible says this
And I agree
Random sorry
I want to lay beside you,
warmly near,
gently coo into your ear
and hold you
close

I want to trace a finger
down your hips,
press my mouth against your lips
and let it
linger

I want to nibble at your skin,
rose petal soft,
taste of your sweetest sin
and leave you
longing

I want all of this to be,
but
your skin crawls
away from
me
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