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(There might be a small tw)
Please keep your hands away, Would save a life, Would save a day, Would make your friends want to stay.
Please learn how to respect, Though it’s common sense, To not be so damn direct, Self control in your veins I wish to inject.
Please learn the square of no touch; The infamous personal bubble, Should not be in your clutch, For one’s poor mindset is going to smutch.
Please learn to think before you act, How would you feel, Faced with such contact?, How powerful would your actions impact?
Please learn that discomfort is real, Know that sounds shocking, But value how humans feel; Nobody wants to be forced to conceal.
Requests to dumb it down are okay, Misunderstandings are usual, But I hope you learn one day, The sacred art of keeping your hands away.
My chest feels like it’s collapsing on itself, Constricting my ragged breathing, Constricting my thumping heartbeat,
How could you?
My eyes are on the verge of bleeding tears, Seconds away from flooding my cheeks, Hopelessness gradually discoloring my skin,
Why did you?
I wish to shriek and shout, But my lips remains a thin line, My brain processing, disbelieving…
Why do you not care?
My soul believes it is common waste, My security feels imaginary, And it’s all from your selfishness,
Did you ever care?
My trust in you is a glass vase on the ground, Shattered into millions, Spilling its contents on the hardwood, Waiting for someone to throw it out or repair it.
What did I do to deserve this?
Smiles and laughter, Banter in the air, All while I sit here; I am a ghost, a wallflower.
Not a single mouth speaks to me, Not a single eye looks by, I feel like I’m enclosed in a room, Isolated inside.
Rotting in boredom, Tuning in to talks, My brain urging to join them, Yet my body is a statue of anxiety.
Oh, to learn how to be like them, To break from the confines, But how does a wallflower, Grow away from the bricks?
What is this emotion, This sudden feeling of warmth? This rush coursing through me, Why did it appear when she passed?
Why are my cheeks burning like a stovetop, And rosy like a ladybug’s back? Why is my heart thumping foribly, Like it’s trying to escape my chest to greet her?
Why do my hands feel doused, Like I put them out the window during rainfall? What is this unnatural timidity, That has picked at the petals of my emotions?
I don’t know a thing about her, But I focus my eyes on her like I want to, She looks so remarkable, delightful, sweet... Oh, I’ve never felt like this before!
God, my body is betraying me, Trying to make me look moronic! I need to stay calm- Why can’t I stay calm?! __ __ __ (I’m reposting this to make this show up as a new poem, so I’m sorry for deleting your like, Invisible Poetry 😭)
I moved on, I moved away, I thrived with others, When you weren’t here to stay.
You screwed up, Arrogance in new height, You thought you made a point, But you were far from being right.
Then you retort, ‘It’s what you “had” to do’, Though you brought people down, When they had a tiny query about you.
It’s kinda funny, How “superior” you seem, While I’m sitting here, angry, Wishing it was all a poor dream,
As you ruined it all, And you know it too, Yes, you’ve come back, But I no longer need you.
The queen-to-be strides down the aisle, Gripping the bouquet of lily-white roses, Moments away from her second chance, Seconds away from a new beginning.
She was dressed in a flowing, poofy gown, One that could camouflage with the snow outside, Elegant diamonds resting on the start of her cleavage, And her face decorated but covered by a thin veil.
She can feel their gazes penetrating through, The nobles trying to shoot her down, Showering her with their uncertainty, Showering her with their resentment.
Yet, she can’t blame their hesitancy, She was once an insensitive devil, A despicable tyrant, That gave all in her path maltreatment.
Of course they would still have their doubts, They think that the king didn’t change her at all, That this wedding was all a part of a scheme, But they couldn’t be more than incorrect.
She wanted to marry the king; His conversations with her adjusted her perspectives somehow, She now wishes to be a better ruler to people, And he gave her the opportunity to do so.
When she finally reaches the king, He steals a small, nervous smile from her soft lips, “Please do not mind them; I promise you’ll be great,” he whispers, Before the officiant began to speak.
(Ik this might not be much, but I wanted to write for my own prompt 😅. Thank you for reading!!)
The bridge of our trust used to stand strong, Built with the toughest emotions and stone, It suppressed all sorts of disasters, Except for the disaster you caused.
I can recall when the bridge was hilariously puny, Made of the most frail twigs we’ve ever seen, We weren’t sure if it would hold, But we took our chances anyways.
We used to cross the bridge every hour, To vent about our distasteful days, To heal each other’s hearts with care and reassurance, Every second being dramatic yet beautiful.
Over time, the bridge upgraded, Our relationship just as brawny, It felt as if the bridge was indestructible, And if you weren’t so vile, it probably would have been.
Shattered was the bridge one fateful night, The moon, the stars, and I watching with horror, My heart stinging, bleeding with betrayal, Standing frozen as my heart pounded erratically.
You smashed the poor bridge with sadistic glee, Your hands were clutching the sledgehammer so tightly, So maniacally, It was like you were possessed!
You strutted off with malicious pride afterwards, While I remained to mourn, Lost in my thoughts, staring off, How you could ever do such a thing?
Every drop of crimson blood, Every drop of briny sweat and tears, Was now drained into the damned stream below, The remains of our trust flowing away.
It’s such a shame; Our bridge was a waste of agony, It was a waste of vulnerability, And I’m left alone with nothing.
Swirling smoke, Losing hope, I know I will never forget,
Every chortle, Every tear, every secret we’ve kept,
The suffering, It weighs on me, A burden on my spirits,
Your voice Your name, I can’t bring myself to hear it,
Your deception, A lasting impression, Forces me to rely on old vices,
Smoky head, Relaxing muscles, As temporary bliss arises,
Each puff, Tries to calm me, Yet it fails without exception,
The ache grows, Mocking me, Bleeding through my rejection.
But I can’t stop, I won’t quit, I need to find my peace,
The smoke will rise, My brain will numb, Until the reminders are finally appeased.
I hope you’re happy.
I perch myself on the wooden park bench, Musing on what time her approach is, Swallowing my nervousness, biting my lip, My perspiring hands gripping her roses.
It’s a beautiful, February day, The sun is blinding, love is in the earthy air, I hope that the scenery will cool me down, As I beg to the universe that everything will go alright in prayer.
It’s been a few minutes, Yet she hasn’t made an appearance, “It’s okay, maybe she’s running a bit late,” I tell myself as the roses’ red hue makes a subtle disappearance.
Is she alright? It’s been a while and she hasn’t been seen, Oh, shit- the roses don’t look so good, I really hope she’s here in fifteen…
So it’s been fifteen, And you guessed it; she’s nowhere, She shouldn’t take so long; she’s fetching regardless, Her dreamy, sky-blue eyes, her flowy, long hair..
Even after my long pause to daydream, she’s still not here, The annoyance in my chest slowly growing bigger, I just wanted to enjoy my time with her today, And give her the gift that’s now beginning to wither.
I’m really about to leave, It’s almost midday, The roses are tired of waiting too, They’re drooping, dulled, continuing to decay.
My jaw is clenching more and more by the second, Tears forming in my eyes, Her lack of arrival is really pissing me off, Why did she trick me and tell me lies?!
You know what- I’ve given up, God, I can’t take this anymore!, I’m going back home now, With her roses dead on the concrete floor.
(This might be kinda different from the prompt but it’s fine. Happy valentines!)
Nestled in the grounds of the garden, Hidden in the towering grass and flowers, A rosy path flattens the dirt, And a mysterious figure walks its length.
Clad in an oversized, poppy-colored cloak, A hood shadowing her face, She strolls through soundlessly, Causing peaceful turmoil.
With each calm stride, The once lively, red flowers begin to wilt, Her appearance alone reaps their lives, Leaves their bodies to decompose in the mud.
The plants gradually fall to the ground, Shriveling up in dreadful malnourishment, Unable to keep their color, Unable to escape their fate.
In Mother Nature’s kind eyes, she’s a devil, An evil being, a red flower’s grim reaper, Though she knows deep down in her, The “reaper’s” schemes are lessening her chore list.
I can’t tell you what this cloaked woman is thinking of, Because even I have no idea, But she seems assured, coolheaded and collected, Like she’s okay with the devastation she’s inflicted.
So, she continues to walk the path, Her face inexpressive under her hood, Clearing the garden into a bleak space, Killing the innocent flowers carelessly.
