I Don’t Know

The words, kept repeating, over and over

“…I don’t know… I don’t know… I don’t know…”

Inspiring thought; but not strong enough to induce a response.

Until, you visited me in my dreams

We stood there for a minute or two

In absolute silence.

And you said to me

“I don’t know.”

And then I woke to a suncast shadow

Of your gift to the cryptic dreamer.

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Imperfect

Once upon a time, there was a girl

Who wished more than anything else

That people would think she was beautiful.

In her eyes, however, she was covered

In little imperfections.

In an attempt to make herself beautiful,

She tried to cut these imperfections away.

It would work, for a short time, but then

Under the places she’d cut, she would find

More little imperfections.

So, she cut away again.

Day by day, she removed every piece of her

That she thought was imperfect.

And then one day, she didn’t wake up;

She was gone.

She removed all her imperfections…

And now that she was gone…

She had gotten her wish.

After all, nothing is perfect.

I Asked For This

For the past couple of months I’ve been unable to cry

Because it was so routine to feel hopeless.

So I wished and prayed that maybe some day

I’d be able to create tears like that again.

You came back, and granted my wish

Which only proved to me something I already knew.

You’re the only thing important enough to me anymore

To make me feel anything.

The Front

Can feel the wind, making the house shudder and shake,

Sleet falls, smacking harshly against the walls and the ground,

And the dark clouds obscure the blue sky I’d once felt warm under.

By the time the storm’s over,

The sky has turned red

The air has become cold

And I am trapped inside.

So, I spend my time asking people questions

That I know they can’t answer,

And understanding how futile it is,

I still try to find the right words

For everything that silence haunts.

Outside, I hear another loud, violent gust of wind

But I know there’s no hope that this front

Has brought any warmth…

Thrown Away

Every bit of care given

Is mercilessly thrown away.

Why would someone stick around

If they didn’t want to be there at all?

They stand around, waiting

For me to get hurt again.

And that’s when they choose to leave,

Because it’s fun to watch me fall.

Let it Out

Please,

Let your anger out.

Don’t hold it all inside;

You’ll burn yourself, inside-out

And I can’t stand to see you hurt like that.

Even if they leave scars,

Your wounds will heal;

Treat yourself well,

And you will be

Okay.

But, I pray for more,

I pray you be more than okay;

Be passionate, love yourself.

I pray for your

Safety.

Happiness.

Love in Ten Lines

Love is a force;

Love is passive energy.

Love is attractive magnetism;

Love brings people together.

Love is like poetry;

Love births many metaphors.

Yes, love is complex.

If love was simple,

We would never love.

Complexity of love: beautiful.


Thank you to Finn of Finnished With It All for nominating me for this challenge. I personally loved her post for this, so go read that too!

This is part of the “Love in Ten Lines” challenge. The rules are as follows.

1) Write about love using only ten lines.
2) Use the word “love” in every line.
3) Each line can only be four words long.
4) Nominate others who are up for the challenge (ideally up to 10, but I couldn’t think of that many).
5) Let your nominees know about the challenge.
6) Title the post “Love in Ten Lines”.
7) Include a quote about love.

I know that I’m nominating far less people than I’m actually supposed to, but the majority of those who I’d nominate have already completed the challenge. The two nominees I selected have already been nominated by Finn, but I see no harm in giving them a little more encouragement (of course, no pressure if they don’t want to).

I am really excited to see how these two interpret it.

Leon of Solitary Thinkers

Emily of Nilly Writes

Make sure to check out the many other responses to this challenge, starting with Finn’s! There’s truly beauty in seeing the similarities and differences of our perceptions of love.

To close, I will leave you with the lovely quote.

Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence.” -Erich Fromm