LuvL33 Werdz |
original poetry written by luvlee |
This is so cool! Too excited for the next batch!
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uuhh….HELLO.
i wanna take a pic like this. i need volunteers! show of hands?! lol
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It’s happened… it’s finally happened.
I thought about this day,
dreamt about what I would say,
how I would react,
the day I saw you again.
It ended so ugly back then.
But still with one look into your eyes,
the beam of your smile,
and I’m catapulted back in time.
Familiar feelings rushed back in,
with a touch of anger.
I tried to run,
hide away,
but destiny or fate had a different plan.
It was my test!
I held my composure.
I coasted down the high road,
acknowledged your presence,
spoke kinds words as if to a stranger.
In a small way that’s what you’ll forever be.
I wore a borrowed smile,
pretended life was marvelous,
and said goodbye the way I never was given the chance to do,
the way I never could before.
I held my head high,
waved and turned to leave.
Hopefully, this time never to look back.
Finally able to move forward,
without you there to haunt my every thought.
It’s happened… it’s finally happened.
I’ve let you go…
…I hope.
*December 23, 2010 - The day I saw you again.*
Meeting… knowing… wishing
Loving… caring
Fighting… lying… leaving
Missing… hoping… crying
Hurting… hating… longing
Knowing… watching… waiting
Searching… lurking
Dreaming… screaming
Finding… seeing
Shaking… relaxing
Trying… learning… moving
Gone…
Us… in one word.
*December 23, 2010 - My first… my last.*
I locked you away…
…inside a big white box with colourful stripes.
You don’t deserve to be kept inside such a beautiful capsule.
It should be black,
with thorns sticking out,
so every time I’m tempted to open it,
it will remind me of the pain you caused.
I can’t help but take a peak ever so often.
More so now then ever before.
As much as this memorabilia angers me,
to the point of almost setting it on fire,
I could never destroy something I love so much.
You, on the other hand, had no problem doing such things.
You burned up my insides to the point of no recovery.
Now I sit here, empty,
caressing the “things” that were delicately placed inside,
and wonder if I’ll ever have the strength,
to chain up this vessel,
and lock you away forever…
… inside this big white box with colourful stripes.

*December 4, 2010 - Taking the subway downtown at around 8pm and got inspired by something. This was the result.*
i rip the little piece of my heart i have left
and hold it out in hopes you’ll except it.
it’s broken but for some reason is trusted in your hands,
even more than my own,
and if it is big enough to replace the piece i tore out of you
it should be of me that fills the gap.
i have learned my lesson.
i’m sorry it was you who had to be my teacher.
for as short as it was
and as long as it might have been,
I’m grateful to have come across
someone real,
someone true,
someone, that for a glimpse, showed me something more.
*November 28, 2010 - my secret*
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Samuel Beckett