Poetry Writing: Attempt 5


Look nearby, there’s a story of a man who traveled the world seeking gold, not knowing his backyard was abundant with it.

And so he traveled, over valleys and hills, through rain and snow, bearing heat and cold, until he returned home exhausted.

The beauty he had abandoned stood at the doorway, her look questioning his decisions. “Have you finally found it?” asked she.

“Nay.” replied he, with sorrow in his eyes. He walked forward, hoping to be embraced, for it had been many a day since he felt love.

But the laconic figure walked away. He staggered behind her, grasping for the frill of her dress but she just seemed to be getting farther away from him.

Everything he wanted evaded him. But what was it, exactly, that he wanted? Riches? Or love?

Where was the gold, that he so relentlessly searched? Where were the riches that left him despondent, reduced to a derisory amalgam?

And then he saw it. All he needed was right before him. With one final burst of ardor he reached for her arm and stopped her in her tracks.

“Forgive me, my love!” he pleaded. “You are all I need. You are more to me than all the gold on this Earth. You are my world. I will never leave again.”

She wasn’t amenable, but his eyes seemed to pierce into hers. “I do not believe you” she said, but stayed in his arms.

“I promise.” said he and he kissed like it was the first time. Her body betrayed her intentions as she gave into the embrace and pulled him closer.

There’s a story of a man who traveled the world seeking gold, never found it and returned, only to decide that love was far greater than anything gold would bring him.


Poetry Writing: Attempt 3


Do you know what it feels like
When you become someone’s second
And know for sure you’re not as important to them
As you were before
Remembering how you used to think
That they would always give you
Their highest priority
All the times they told you how
You’ll always be their first
Now has you thinking
How much of a fool you were
Blindly believing, blatantly trusting
Almost sure that this time
It might be true
That perhaps, for once, your love
Would be returned equally or more
But you were wrong
They think you haven’t noticed
Or maybe they haven’t realized it themselves
That you will soon stop loving them
Very soon, you would distance yourself
And refuse to tolerate the fact
That you’re expected to love someone
When they’ve already replaced you
You can see it in the little things
That they usually did with you
But do no more
Do you know what it feels like
To feel the distance grow
Watching what’s familiar fade away
Do you know what it feels like
To become a stranger to someone so close
Do you know what it feels like to be left
With nothing but memories

Because I do.

Poetry Writing: Attempt 2

The original I wrote in my notebook. During class.

The original I wrote in my notebook. During class.

Confined by these four walls
My mind fights to break through
Unknown forces hold me down
Preventing chances of escape

Suffocation clouds over
My vision goes blurry
The urge to fight back
Fades away slowly

Falling back on the ground
I finally give in
The darkness  is too thick
The forces too grim

My body turns cold
My breath slows down
And as my eyelids closed
I felt a warmth on my arm

With eyes reopened
I stare into your face
I see the smile on your lips
Oh, you look so out of place

Suddenly the darkness seemed to shrink away
Suddenly the forces began to pull away
And as you draw me closer to you
I can feel my heart beat anew

You lifted me to my feet
And showed me the light
The four walls have disappeared
Now everything is bright