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Louisa Coller Jun 2018
I'm concealed right now,
as my hair is ******* tight.
I saw her letter,
it crept a smile in my life,
sincerely long hair and bun.
Me and the long hair female (my cousin), do speak, but we had a disagreement. I wasn’t happy when we last properly spoke and then education came swarming into my life – distracting me pretty badly.

Soon enough my Father’s birthday came around and to our surprise we heard in the card to us, she was pregnant.

I spent many of my years protecting my cousin, I cared dearly for her and I even made my first picture motion video about her being a remake of the popular UGLY pmv video itself on YouTube due to her not feeling confident in herself.

She’s actually a year younger than me, so this is a big situation in highlight, I can’t help but feel conflicted from knowing there are many stresses she will have to undergo as a young mother, but I know even aside our disagreement, I love my cousin and I’m always there for her and I want to see her become the best mother she can to her child.
During this time, myself, I would’ve imagined things differently, I was expecting to get married and be with my partner happily, but as shown in prior poems it didn’t always work out for me – so I do hope it works out the best for her.  

This was another Tanka inspired poem.
Louisa Coller Jun 2018
We had moments of sunshine that fuelled our laughs,
that stay there stuck in photographs.
A short hairstyle fit for a queen,
who’ll be dancing perfectly to eighteen.
It’s you and me now, long hair girl,
our emotions are slowly becoming unfurled.

We know she had perfect reasons to leave,
We know we were almost too naive.

Small ginger curls won’t run outside anymore,
no more trips with our friend to the store.
It’s concrete, the damage he has done to us both,
destroying  the bond we shared by oath.
We loved each other,
there’s no need to suffer.

We know she had perfect reasons to leave,
We know we were almost too naive.
Who would know, we’d reach this age without one another?
Who would know, we’d have a war to uncover?
We were weak, but that’s not our faults dear,
we were just young and filled with cheer.
But we’ll keep strong, he may have lied,
but I will always keep you by my side.

We know she had perfect reasons to leave,
We know we were almost too naive.
It was a few years after, we were in our mid years as teenagers, they were both 14? I was roughily around that age myself. Me and Rosie’s friend had came out to some personal stuff and the long story short, she had to leave, taking her two sisters with her.

It destroyed me for a long time, not having her or her sisters around. They were a huge part of our life. Admittedly, the said friend, had a lot of people not a 100% happy with her or for her, but when she told me what had happened, I understood completely, almost too well for our age.

I haven’t actually spoke or seen her sisters since and it’s heartbreaking. She, herself, I haven’t spoken to much, and I fear sometimes I might be a trigger for her emotional feelings. Knowing that, can be really saddening.

It’s just a shame that one person’s bad actions, could split up a group of happy young kids, who just wanted to be there for one another and love one another.  It was overall, just a tragedy how we stopped speaking properly. I hope one day I can speak to her again in honesty, I do miss her greatly, but sadly life has not given me that opportunity yet, maybe I just got to keep knocking on more doors.

I am happy that her coming out about her personal struggles did encourage other people I knew to come out about their struggles as well – including myself. I am grateful for her impact.

This poem’s form is mostly in similarity to a Lyric poem; These types of poems are extremely personal and in honesty it was a first-hand try of this poem type and I do think I got the feeling behind the poem correctly.
Louisa Coller Jun 2018
There are three girls walking there,
all with different shades of hair.
One cut short, another long,
my ponytail in the sun.
When I was young, I used to love having my hair in a ponytail; and it hasn’t changed until this day! When growing up, I would often be in the sun, having fun in the garden of my Grandmother’s with my cousin Rosie and our friend who I shall keep unnammed, who we stated was a cousin as well, just because she felt like family.

We were very innocent, wonderful and happy as could be! After all, we were kids, yet it always melted my heart how even though we were as different as can be, we all still loved each other.

We loved pretending, imagining, singing, dancing and often even hurting each other on purpose by placing a seesaw on the top of a hill and waiting for the first one of us to fall off of it! It was hilarious how foolish we were, devious at best.

We were just a bunch of fun-loving kids and I wanted to show our simplistic nature through being inspired by Limerick poetry. It seemed fun, silly and definitely a delight to try!
Tasman Suitor May 2017
Pony Tails belong on Ponies,
And yet she still insists,
To have one on her head
Swept back in utility bliss.

From there she can study
And run her errands
Paint paper, not her hair
And hide away split ends

In truth it is beautiful,
Even if it is just function,
For finding ways to live a dream,
Really takes some gumption.
Messing around one night challenging a friend to write about the most random things we could think of. I got pony tails but probably ended up writing about them.
nnylhsa May 2014
camera around my neck
tears in my eyes
a lump in my throat
a pen in my hand
notebook in my lap
glasses on face
ponytail in my hair
headphones around my head
and yet, you are still on my mind.

(a.b)

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