And she said, I’m going to be lonely,
There’s no one that can handle my tides;
She was echoing the words of her family,
Who’d imprinted in her- she’s too wild.
She had silenced the sound of her laughter,
And glided with- the sway of her hips;
She smiled without showing her fine teeth,
And chewed with her lips tightly sealed.
She dressed with the label- appealing,
For the family approved of it;
And it was only under the night’s Blanket,
She found the glimmer to be real.
Who’s to say that you’re going to be Lonely,
When your fate has been crafted and sealed;
It’s been written by the best of writers
And he’s designed you to be unique.
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She spoke to the wind,
When then sun went to sleep;
Of the places on earth,
She was yearning to see;
In the hopes it would whisper-
“Come along wee lassie”
And scoop her away,
To the land of her dreams.
She found her home weary,
And dreaded each dawn;
She sought for escape,
In the arms of a new home;
For sadness she thought,
Was a thing she could leave;
Till she moved miles from home,
But still felt it within.
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I don’t know you, he said
But I know you, she smiled
And he remembered her face,
From a chemistry class;
Where they’d tricked the new girl,
Into falling for a plan,
And appearing their fool,
For the pleasure of a while.
His faced turned deep red,
As the new girl spoke on,
Her name was Ariana,
One, he never got to ask.
For the new girl departed,
From the school after that;
And they dumped her memory
At the back of their minds.
But the deeds that you do,
Circle right back to you;
For the universe revolves,
With our sins and our goods;
It takes 365 days,
For a revolution to occur,
It might take longer moments
But our deeds get back at us.
You say I haven’t seen life,
But I’ve seen and heard it clear
The loneliness we experience,
Embedded in its “L”
The impact of words of ignorant,
Hidden from all in “I”
The fear of future holding us,
Tied up in letter “F”
And in “E” are the experiences,
Which haunt our memories.
You see, though I’m not wrinkled,
And got years till grey hairs;
I’ve seen life through my lenses,
Cause everyone’s view differs.
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“Sometimes in life you are put in a test, not because you are giving up, but to realize your worthiness”
Someone typed the above quote into my search terms a while ago and I felt an obligation to write on it. Dear whoever searched for this, I don’t know who you are or why you are searching for quotes on this, I don’t even know if you are a real individual or just one of these cyber trolls, I don’t know if you’re searching for a consolation or just a reminder; but I am glad you typed this in and gave me something to sleep and write on.
Hell and back was a statement,
She once heard in a song,
And she wondered how a human,
Could survive that chaos;
But, he did, as he wrote,
In lyrics, word by word;
And she admired such bravery,
To go through hell and back in one.
She was ripe with innocence,
Seeing life through colored lens;
Deemed a frail little Barbie,
And she molded to its form;
That was until life took charge,
Throwing lessons non stop;
Till she thought death was better,
Cause living couldn’t be that tough .
At the brink of despair she found,
The strength within to hold.
And discovered, even barbies,
Have their bone made of tough stuff;
Now when she hears “hell and back”,
Her lips curve upward,
In remembrance of a girl who trudged,
Through hell and was back stronger.
I wrote the above poem a while ago and thought it befitting to share on Writer’s Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge.