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 Nov 2020 Lykke Rosendahl
Eyla
most people see me as
a happy person because
i laugh easily,
i smile a lot,
i joke a lot.

but deep down
in my heart,
i am fragile,
i can get hurt easily,
but i choose to not
show it to the world.

instead of being sad,
i choose to laugh to cover it.
maybe you can call me
"the queen of the mask"

by this,
you can tell
that most of the time
when I'm laughing,
I'm not really laughing,
i was trying so hard to hide
my sadness.
I can't sleep
Everytime I remember your words
They snap and recoil
And hurt me awake
Next time when someone
Promises me forever
I'll just smile
Look them in the eyes and ask
How long is forever to you.
There are hearts that break
in silence, with tears
that nobody can see.

So maybe,
                just maybe…


Some tears demand
to be written by the poet's pen,
so others can find beauty
in that which makes us cry.

Maybe,
           just maybe…


The tears of the poets' pen,
unveils the beauty
of love and pain
giving comfort to others
that they’re not alone.

And then again
maybe,
          just maybe…


There will be times
that nobody
will understand your feelings…

Write them anyway
because they are still
so **** beautiful!!*

~
 Nov 2020 Lykke Rosendahl
Aryeh
Did you know
you can dance
even when you're sad?

It may seem inappropriate
to shake your hips
while your heart is exploding
But I swear-
some of my best dances
I did with my heart in a sling
and my soul in a cast.

Draw an invisible circle on any surface,
turn up music that flies in the face of your sorrow
and give it up to the sky

The worst that will happen?
you'll break a sweat
The best?
try it for yourself
moonwalk through your despair
and get back to me.

Dance.
Even when you're sad.
wrote this back in 2016
Don't doubt me missing you
We grew up and managed to pull through
I grew up watching you and mother
My only brother
Life stressed us out but we had each other
Never be more proud
Just grew up with doubt
My bad I haven't always been there
But a call a way I'm gone & got love to share
Don't think I'm cold
I'll still give love even after a trillion years old
I'll even tell the world
You're my brother
And over time,
My pen stopped bleeding
But my heart didn't
He
Broke my wings
So I couldn’t

Fly

So I stole his soul
So he couldn’t

Die
She was an angel
Before she met them.
A large wing span,
And a huge grin;
Beautiful brown locks,
And flawless skin.
They cut off her wings,
She walked on, broken.
They chopped off her legs,
She crawled on, broken.
They bit off her arms,
She lay there, broken.
But then they sawed off her head,
Devastated, she haunts them, broken.
 Nov 2020 Lykke Rosendahl
Lily
Tears
 Nov 2020 Lykke Rosendahl
Lily
I cry enough tears to fill a ocean, both good and bad, love and death, happiness and sadness, tears water the earth with memories and death. Tears drop and stay until the rage of fire and anger dry them up and then there gone until more tears drop again, tears
 Nov 2020 Lykke Rosendahl
chris
before these tears fall,
I just wanted to tell you that I know
that I'm not the one you love.
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