You wrote me 78 letters in the months of October and november; I didnt realize just how Powerful Your hand could become When it was faced with Unimaginable distance And a lack of Touches like strawberries and bananas
You wrote me A single letter In the month of december; I didnt realize just how Lost You could become When you were faced with A cold right side Of a queen sized bed And a mind That said you werent enough Without me by your side
You wrote me A single note In the month of april; I didnt realize just how Impactful I could become When i was faced with The decision to either Write you back Or toss the letters, The latter of which i did without consideration
You wrote me No letters After those months; I didnt realize just how Enjoyable Those letters could become Until after you Took up your wrists And slit them end to end So you could no longer be tempted To write to a girl who seemed to no longer care for you
letters.
Author: poeticalamity
0
Date: 07/04/2020
№ 1207991
Letters in a heart
I trace my fingers cross the carving on the tree Letters in a heart mean you for me I still remember clearly that day And the love we have that never went away.
Was the perfect summer day fifty years back You and me and a picnic in a pack Sandwiches and cake and lemonade Two grown up little kids in 7th grade
I remember we went swimming in the creek Something we looked forward to all week Then we took a walk together holding hands And told stories bout the folk in far off lands
We talked about our families and our folk Told more stories, now and then a little joke. And then we talked about the ones we miss And I wiped away your tears with a kiss
Right there and then we knew we were in love And swore we be together fore him above I told you I would marry you one day You said if they wouldn't let us we'd run away
It was then I carved our names into this tree Those letters in a heart mean you for me.
Jazz echoes about the rondures of the cavern The surface air pulses past cool, as my blood warms I'm being led by a curious young man I've been writing The bevy of picture-postcards enchanting my whims
I pad barefoot into a waterfall basin Lit only by the muted tangerine rind of gas lamp, Shedding garment and silhouette to wet rock, His breath amplifies across my form, as wet ink soaking into page Swimming in a restless descent, and forgotten edges
His fingers sprawl as ferns about my form in a glen, Tucking about my frame, and Dipping me comfortably further into the mud He's pressing my form into the pulp of the cave Scrawling ephemeral post-cards with my frame
Keeping please and thank you Within the answers held far From talking eyes. Is a burst of air splashing casually From the pages of a book, Waltzing into sighs.
I just saw indignation Standing out in a thin smile again. Emotionless laughter is at my door With another sign, still and pausing When night has entered Silently my friend.
On one side little boxes full of hope Grow bigger as they sit. Yet, misting gently in the distance Comes the morning Instinctively they grow smaller Then they quit.
I do not know where I should be walking Or if I should mention what I see. When uncertainty brings a little chill Hardens this soft heart I carry Here inside of me.
You may hear stones from the ground Drinking the truth from my hands. But not, if you still have An axe to grind Stupidities pipe to smoke At your command.
Listen to the cries of no, no, no Breathing inside all human souls. Close your eyes and pretend You are in Disneyland Burning every letter I sent you But never wrote.
Your breath will come in a whispered kiss, Running through your head. The poison from your mouth Will empty out into all the goodbyes You meant, but never Quite said.
One day my teacher asked me Why I always wrote in lowercase letters Her glasses perched on the top of her beak She squawked, "you were not taught that in school, young lady. It is not proper, young lady. "
And I gripped my pen tighter Or maybe a little looser It's hard to tell lately.
But I looked in to her black beady eyes And disapproving frowny face And whispered "see how I am whispering Do you see how you are leaning closer Like I have a secret More intimate, correct? That is my writing: An intimate secret. For you"
letters.
Author: nichole r
0
Date: 27/03/2020
№ 1196412
Writing Letters of Apology (W)
Writing letters of apology, We utter words like, 'weakness in man. the curse! Women, the abominable sin'.
Writing letters of apology We first deny the obvious Welding lies with truth Wrecking trust with words
Writing letters of apology, We quite recall others Who stepped in these traps Wearing shields and helmets
Writing letters of apology, Wriggling in pain and depression We gnash our teeth Words admitting that man is weak.
