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Open doors lined in a hall

Walked through two and took a fall

Peered through the next one I saw

Ask if I should go at all

And risk having a third fall

I figured I should not stall

Defying my fearful call

If again I hit a wall;

Be shot down and forced to crawl,

There are more doors in the hall

I plan to walk through them all

'Til I find my tree grows tall
November 8, 2018

I will not give up on trying to find an honest relationship with love.
Living in Autumn, light lovingly lies on the leaves and illuminates them like lampshades with a layer of shadow luring behind luster. This liberal contract of luminosity level leaves the lesson that lightless loneliness shall not leave lest losing light and love.
November 7, 2018

I play a little with alliteration to again focus on the beauty of Autumn.
Wonder is far beyond any feeling

It's the bright leaves parting the sky as seas

It's the magnet called curiosity

And expands a void that isn't filling

'Tis too, quite a bumpy path to healing

That I never cross because Fear drives me

And so the path fades and I take my leave

Head back to my unseen world of hurting



Pain pounds me when I find myself alone

Mound of blankets doesn't work anymore

Writing unsent letters can't numb the hurt

Learn to fly passenger; mostly solo

Overlook in wonder the sea of orange

Unable to describe all my wonder
November 6, 2018

I explain how mysterious and scary and beautiful love seems from afar.
If there's one

thing to learn from history

it's that we

never learn



And of all

the paramount mystery

is how we act so

unconcerned
November 5, 2018

I wrote this on the back of a history test. My teacher loved it.
How many years will I never get back

How many laughs can I no longer grab

How many friends have I forever lost

How many chances out the window I've tossed

How many opportunities are passing me

How many fires I'm too blind to see
November 2, 2018

I self-pity on the countless opportunities I never took.

Again, I use a lot of repetition. I still can't figure out if I like it.
Play it cool

Like a fool

'Til year's flown

Last chance blown

Insanity

Define, can thee
November 1, 2018

I scold myself for being afraid of something that honestly is scary (love).

As you can see here I like to use insanity to describe how people tend to want love really badly but usually are too afraid to do anything about it.
Give me sugar

For the bitterness in my mouth

The rain in my eyes

The bricks in my nose

The ice in my touch

The sporadic bells in my ear



Give me sugar

I don't need it

I want it

I want it to strip out of the stuffy costume

I wear everyday

To be high on the chemical

Enough to be normal

No, enough to act normal



Give me sugar

For the fissure in my heart

I know I don't need it

I just desperately want it
October 31, 2018

I use a metaphor comparing sugar to love.

This was obviously Halloween-themed, and I almost felt it was too contrived.
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