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'He shut the door wide open'
Write a poem ending with this line. How can you set up the poem so that this final metaphor makes sense?
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Is it right for me to be tired?
With all that I ask for?
With all that I’m given?
To embrace the sickly green veins as they bulged from my hands
In pain
In effort
An effervescent always-present straining of the eyes
Streaming of the knowledge
The red in them
Flowing from heart to brain
Brain to heart
Soul to earth
Toil for soil
For life to form from it
Am I deserving of this ...
It’s when he died
That it all started
The sun seemed to hide
Behind the curtain of clouds
And the rain cried down on me
It hadn’t rained for years
Ever since I fell in love with him
I’d missed it
But even more than these tears
I miss him
His smile and laugh
His whole personality
His funny side that made me cry of laughter
His kind side that made me feel so special
I miss him
But he ...
No one reads me like he does
In the company of others
I have always been a closed book
A poker-faced, uncaring npc
I do not show my strengths
And I always hide my weaknesses
You only see what I want you to see
I build my walls higher than the Eiffel tower
Because I learnt long ago
Never to trust anyone
But then there was him
The only one I ever trusted
The only one I ever loved
He tore down...
I made it
Then I didn’t
He chose me
But he shouldn’t
He sees me
But he couldn’t
He tempts me
But I wouldn’t
But in the bubble
Anything can be
He’s just a mentor
Invested in me
His ring
Said one thing
But his eyes
Said otherwise
Texting in riddles
Hiding his power with playlists
Finding permission in omition
The only truth that also lies
Then to my surprise
Pop
He shut the door wide ...
One kiss, one night
With this, they were over
It was he who drove her
One kiss, one slight
She trusted him
Betrayed forevermore
Their future grim
She’s crying on the floor
He shut the door wide open
Closed her heart with his betrayal
Blowing their happy ever after
He shut the door wide open
His deception a portrayal
Of the pain she’ll carry hereafter...
“Aw buggar!, he’s not coming.” Andy said to me, putting her phone down on the coffee table. She was referring to her Jack’s romantic rendezvous later on, that she had told me so excitedly about just moments before.
This was a usual occurrence. Jack would come and go as he wanted. He knew he could muck Andy around and that Andy would forgive him every time.
“Ah” I sighed because the atm...
There’s a man out there who shouldn’t be this lost
He should know his way around the block a bit at this point you’d think
But maybe he didn’t think it was really happening and when I say it I mean life
This nigga knew not when to turn left or right or say hello or goodbye
He was the kindest person you’d meet but ten toes down was a phrase only mentioned by those sure of their path, right or wrong...
Why do you care who mans the elevator
Why do you give a fuck who jumps
From fifty million stories up
You write the pamphlets in the lobby
That recommend Death as a hobby
I’ve learned who I can never trust
Nobody fucks with kids like us
The doorman needs the goddamn courage
To cut the cords that suspend this shit
To burn the phone and snort the mints
To call a cab and wait for it
“We hope that ...
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