Poetry Poetry

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Sometimes I wonder if you notice
That I wish you could see
My past, present, My future,
If you knew, would you tell me?

I'm dying to know what happens.
I want all the spoilers tonight.
Overall, was my life a comedy?
Or horror, with twists
Left and right?

I wonder how it begins.
Does it start when I was born?
Tiny little Chrissy?
In massive, spacious world?
Actually no no no!
Can it begin after school?
Which one? Well, take your pick.
They were all pretty cool.

Your eyes speak a tale of adventure
Did I explore the deepest seas?
Did I discover buried treasure?
Or delve in piracy?
Or maybe I scaled a mountain!
Okay, adventure-comedy
I'd probably complain by day two
And die because I was hungry..

But your gaze tells me something else
And I picture a fairytale.
Because the way it beams and glows
The hero will never fail.
Will I serve the King and Queen
As a knight in shining armor?
Do I get to make an impact
As a knight to remember?
You there! Citizen! Tell me now!
And I will pledge to thee my sword.
We can be in a castle, on a cloud
Over a calm, rocky shore.

I fear you, though.
And I question what I’ll be.
From your quivering and twisted lips..
Is my life a tragedy?
I know I doubt my own decisions
But who doesn’t from time to time?
Maybe I’ll hit rock bottom
After ignoring many signs.
Now, this petrifies me, it really does.
For life should not be bleak.
I’m being tortured by the unknown
And anxiety’s filling my cheeks.

Were you there?
Tell me!
Tell me, please, how it ends!
Was I screaming as I sank
To the furthest abyssal depths?
Tell me if you were there
when I took my final breath.
I'm sorry, forgive me
I believe I went too deep.
The truth is, I like you and
I've a secret you can keep.
I'm just a simple guy
who lacks any charm.
I'm just finally at rest
when I'm breathing in your arms.

I guess you could say, that's why
I wish you could see.
My past, present, My future,
If you knew, won't you tell me?
Call me crazy for asking
But if only you knew
I'm asking for a good reason
I see my future in you.
 
Unpacking Luggage Pt. 1

Late nights are like unpacking luggage.
You don't want to, but you must.
Eager to see the treasures you collected?
Of course not.

Unpacking reminds you of travels from before,
Ones that you completely adored.
The souvenirs that you stored and placed in the small pockets
Because the case completely overflowed.

And you wish to go back,
Suddenly your mind will be on that trip
The one you have every single night,
Changing the route you originally took to find the answers of those
What if’s”, right?

And what if I did this?
And what if I did that?
Running around in circles,
What if I never came back?
What if I stayed and took it like a man?

The “what if’s” driving you crazy.
Your mind is growing unsteady.
The unplanned routes never-ending.
Souvenirs making the luggage heavy.

The zipper isn’t zipping,
A button is missing,
The side pockets are ripping,
Fingers can’t grip it anymore.

Not unpacking this luggage will tear you in half.
 
Picked up, put down, passed around.
She lays where cast aside
The tiny doll left on the ground
From where the playtime died.

She was once a pretty thing
Dressed up cute and coy
Made to dance and sing.
To be the very perfect toy.

Now her dress is torn and ripped
Her delicate voice no longer spoken
The innocence harshly stripped
The lonely doll, sad and broken
So many interpretations behind this…absolutely lovely
 
I'm no poet. But this is inspired due to two ladies. @Locket44 who has been a staunch friend and who , while chatting inspired this. But also @BadBabe77, who encouraged me to write more. Not only my thoughts and feelings, but my amateurish attempts at poetry. I hope I don't let them down.

Love. An emotion many dispell, is one that will always stand you well. For through love we discover our many joys. Our delights and happiness as girls and boys.
Only love brings smiles and hearts of glee. Only love makes me think of you, not me.
Only love can forgive, the minor mistake, or show you the direction that you should take.
Love can bring down the strongest of nations, or elevate one to the highest of stations.
And it can make a man stop, think and feel renewed by saying three little words. I love you.
 
Picked up, put down, passed around.
She lays where cast aside
The tiny doll left on the ground
From where the playtime died.

She was once a pretty thing
Dressed up cute and coy
Made to dance and sing.
To be the very perfect toy.

Now her dress is torn and ripped
Her delicate voice no longer spoken
The innocence harshly stripped
The lonely doll, sad and broken
I love this @BadBabe77 but at the same time it hurts because I know how that feels
 

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