Poetism

poetism

chapter I :

insurrection

My writings are all about you.

I adore to write and think

but I’m running out of inc

remember when you told me

“but you used to love pink.”

I used to, but now I’m in the dark.

my dreams , my wishes

are all left in spark

I waited for you in that park.

You called and apologized

I said it's okay and did not criticize

but my heart felt cold.

so I came back to the road

it was twilight, so I couldn’t see

as the moon was rising upon the sea

came back home all alone

honey I called you on the phone

what took you so long ?

I couldn’t respond

as dad was mumbling all along

you’re late

uhhhh! I hesitate

here I prepared you some food

thanks but I’m not in the mood

let her be !

she’s having an emotional flood

have some sleep honey

maybe tomorrow will be better

it’s okay mom it doesn’t matter

but I’m sick of you

I’m sick of everyone in this room

stop asking me to change

and quit the gloom

sorry mom but

I’m not a flower that’s about to bloom

you know what they say

“eyes never lie”

but you left my heart to die

as you did stand by

chapter II :

the untold story

I don’t feel like writing in the cold

my little hands are shaking

as the snow fall

it’s raining and kinda frozen

my pen , my messy papers

they’re all dragging me back

as if I am the one they had chosen

I stare at stars in the night

only to feel part of the universe

and I remembered what you told me

“believe me if I can give you the world I would

stay beside I think that’s good “

I laughed and tell you say no more

please leave and close the door

but still it hurts

everytime I recall your words

you showed no mercy

and planted in me a curse

but that’s not what I deserved

it was only your soul to be served

I ripped all of your pictures

and hide it in a folder

I thought finally god

I became more bolder

but I felt colder

each time I remember

what you did told her

angles are weeping, wishing we met

when we were older

“ I’m so sorry if I ever hurt your feelings “

but you did when you didn’t tell me that you are leaving

It was our story , the untold story,

that I appeared to be all this time

weaving

chapter III :

strawberry

I think about you even when it’s late

I still care about you even

when you are the one that my heart

mostly hate or maybe

that’s what I tell myself

I care about you even when it’s eight.

when I arrive at the school gate

I still care about you even

when you were the one with

whom I used to fight

now there’s only my sore eyes

yearning for a sight of you

under the light

I care about you in the cold

when the snow falls and it’s breezing

so you give me your jacket

because you thought I was freezing

I think about you when I look at the star

because you promised

“ we will never be apart “

I think about you when I write my diaries

I think about you even

when I’m eating strawberries

chapter IV :

fairytale

I’m not your sleeping beauty

and you’re not my prince charming

we’re not some fairytale characters

because we’re living in a reality

that could be sometimes harming

I’m not the evil queen

and you are not captain hook

because there’s no place for evil

in my storybook

but if I want to give you a character that looks just like you

you would definitely be peter pan

and we’d fly straight to Japan

and I would take my favourite book

if I can

but what if we loose our magic forever

maybe it’ll be a little tragic however

we will be together whatsoever

or maybe I can be belle

and you can be the beast

and we would dance in a ball

after enjoying the feast

maybe you’re under a curse from the witch of the east

but you still have a good heart at least

and when the curse is gone

and the good finally won

we’ll get married in the big castle thereafter the end will be

“ and they lived happily ever after “

chapter V :

Repentance

my rage can go in different shapes

first denial

I deny knowing you

I deny our walk under the light of the moon

I deny our chat in the middle of June

I deny me and you eating icecreams with

all it’s different flavors every afternoon

honestly I hate it when you treat me as a

child

I mean we were both acting like kids

paly with balloons and you did

recommended to watch some cartoons

you used to tell me

“ put your guitar in tune

let’s sing and dance

let’s have some fun goon ! “

you saw the world differently than I did

and I would laugh

until my stomach hurts

because as always you would sing the

words wrong

and I would follow you all along

second grief

my heart would feel like December

with all the things that I can remember

mourning , tears and cries

using all the house tissues

’til my mom notices

that I’ve got some issues

I’ve come to the final stage acceptance

now I think I became more conscious

accept everything with ease

became a little bit more quite

so low you’re voice when you’re talking please

no more vapid promises and guarantees

no more crying and weeping on my

knees

weeping and saying “do not leave please”

“ it is what it is “ instead of a long term

speech when you play the victim so well

until it makes me screech

and you know respect is for me sacred

but it’s the thing you try each time to breach

I’ve grown flowers around my heart

it’s so beautiful that you can never reach

to those who think I’m writing about them

I am

Maryem