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I wrote you a letter
But I haven't let you know
It's hard for me sometimes
To let my feelings show

Instead I break down
And cry myself to sleep
I want to let you know
My heart is yours to keep
 Apr 2017 Rapunzoll
Noah A Baker
I really wish I was a kid again,
But, it's really shocking,
because I've waited so long to grow up.

I was so wrong to believe
that adulthood was a great place to go hiking.
I really wish I was a kid again.

However, all my goals I've yet to achieve
Make these unknown trails so very enticing,
because I've waited so long to grow up.

Even though I was incredibly naive,
If I said I wouldn't go back, even for a day, I'd be lying.
I really wish I was a kid again.

Time is a **** in a band of thieves,
Who always stole, but I was never crying,
because I've waited so long to grow up.

Aging is a quilt some will never want to weave,
But I want to make more than one. Honestly,
I really wish I was a kid again,
because I've waited so long to grow up.
first attempt at a villanelle, but I've found as I've gotten older, like most, I wish I could go back to a more simple time. However, I'm excited to get older, as new opportunities become available and I'm able to chase my aspirations and goals.
Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits
When I am sometime absent from thy heart,
Thy beauty and thy years full well befits,
For still temptation follows where thou art.
Gentle thou art, and therefore to be won;
Beauteous thou art, therefore to be assailed;
And when a woman woos, what woman’s son
Will sourly leave her till he have prevailed?
Ay me, but yet thou mightst my seat forbear,
And chide thy beauty and thy straying youth,
Who lead thee in their riot even there
Where thou art forced to break a twofold truth:
    Hers, by thy beauty tempting her to thee,
    Thine, by thy beauty being false to me.
 Apr 2017 Rapunzoll
Cristina
infinite circle on finger
reflecting in the gold
beautiful memories.
 Apr 2017 Rapunzoll
Genevieve
My Emotions come into my brain
working at steering me to feel insane

It waves at me and says hello I am here again
To make me worry and doubt myself
now you can see how
I F'ing Hate Emotions!!

She's a B**ch!!
I wanna kick her out but she'll often lock me out!
I search for the key
that one that leads to pure love and happiness
the key to a successful life and perfect version of how I want me to be!

My Emotions comes in
and allows the oceans jagged waves
to overflow,pouring out all over the floor
Oh' Great where's the mop when you need it?

I could **** Emotions
with one sharp object
but if I do that
then I will
go to sleep permenantly
too!!

So what to do & should I care
or let her take me over again?
Like I said I Hate Emotions my friends,
She is so cruel and sometimes
she thinks of me as a
a **** fool but that I am not
and I won't let her win!

So I am wiping you off Miss Emotions
and no one shall see you!!
I will be keeping you hidden and safe in a locked up place.

My Emotions tried to get the best of me
but I refused kicked and screamed aloud that I am no longer
letting her take me over so I had to go and Destroy her!
I Locked her away,
but she can visit on off days cause no one can
**** exactly all the Emotions they Feel, All we can do is learn how to deal.
I just wrote and this is what came out , About feeling vulnerable and used and taken over by all the **** you have had happen in life that makes you YOU and How sometimes we need to feel and sometimes Not it is in your control what your allowing Emotions to do will she or he get and take the Best of You or can you Conquer her or him and lock them up til its visiting hours from time to time, its your call you choose how to respond its in your hands.
 Apr 2017 Rapunzoll
saranade
Literal
 Apr 2017 Rapunzoll
saranade
My freedom of expression,
Or, freedom to exist...
I've had to suppress, any implication,
That I was free, IT was free,
Or that I could rest.
My obligations became innovations,
My "freedom" was a serious test.

Shut my mouth.
Silence my thought.
Burn holes in my own sky...
To survive,
Just to... Get by.

There's no blood on the hand
of the devil begging for a gun...
But, the blood of my son,
My thoughts, my thighs,
My sun, my sky...
I'm paralyzed.
I idealized and fantasised
...a metaphor...
Something in-between dead and alive.

But this is literal.

Cry freedom for a body that fails.
An existing breath that bent steel.
Locked in the prison with 10 wardens.
Slave to a super power.
And I'm furious you sent me a bill.
I ate your currency.
I'm... Fed... Up.

Your devil is free to stare,
poke fun and share
...the misery...
...my suffering...
I'm paralyzed.

This is literal.
So many applications
He walks all the way
On busy and lonely roads to reach her
As he passes by her house
He looks up once
wishing he could see her through the window sill
at least her silhouette formed behind the window curtain
and she pulls her tender hair strands falling in front of her lovely deep eyes
where lay secrets deeper and darker than the mysterious sea
and tucks them behind her ears

but in real life, the illusions are shattered
The Young Man, he sees nothing but a closed window
he goes back walking home silently in dismay

but the yearning desire to see her for one more time never dies within
So, he looks back once again.

There is always hope that lies inside of him
burning like a fire that never goes out, the eternal flame
such is the kind of love he has towards her
which makes him walk all over again to her
every single day, longing to see her for one last time.
 Apr 2017 Rapunzoll
Poetic T
Dew drops of
                    imagery
soaking upon my
                         reflections,
each emulated in the
                                morning
of awakened thoughts.
 Apr 2017 Rapunzoll
E Lynch
You know that pain
the one that creeps in
from the edges of your mind
in the early hours of the morning
as you lie awake and think.

The one that furrows your brow
as you stare at the ceiling
watching shadows move
as sleep evades your
exhausted body and mind.

The one that eats away
at good memories
and solid trust
in relationships
you thought were unbreakable.

The one that brings up
awful memories
and so much guilt
about things that
shouldn’t even matter anymore.

The one that feasts upon
your self-esteem and confidence
and leaves a mere husk in
your wake after yet another
sleepless night.

You have taken everything
I have and this is the time
you choose to ease up
and leave me completely
and utterly alone.

And where am I to turn
to now, without even bad
feelings for company?
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