Writings by Villanelle

A sad amateur

[hervillanelle]

perhaps?

Maybe in another life time

You’d choose me

That the tidal waves you speak of

don’t get drifted off to sea

Perhaps i’d gracefully make you mine

forever until the next life time

where we’d meet again.

Maybe in another life time

Our hearts would gently collide

as we become one with each other

seeking a goal for us

with no doubt or tears

Maybe in another life time

the sunflowers will bloom in our direction

catching the rays of our love

bringing color to its petals

Maybe in another life time

I’d make you mine 

[hervillanelle]

reverse card

Take me back to the honeymoon phase, where we listened to Mac Demarco, and you didn’t leave me.

[hervillanelle]

heartbreaks

Glass eyes with a strained neck From holding it back As it sinks more and more I think about the times of glory Oh how it sinks further My lungs filling and filling and filling Pinching myself to the point of blood Just so I can get through this Cry, scream, come to terms, and Repeat.

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a forgotten love

As the eye of the beholder

Sought his comfort

He can no longer provide,

Because he his simply a man,

A man of free will,

do what he please

So she he seeks the inevitable,

Tenderness and clarity

A world where she isn’t alone  

But yearning comes crashing down

into a wave of hopelessness

As he enjoys the time, life has given him

The eye of the be holder stays content,

Since he is simply a man

[hervillanelle]

and tonights forecast is..

as the storm continues to linger

my yearning for clear skies disappear.

a future I can no longer forsee,

i spend my days watching the clouds get darker

watching it cease our adventures.

an aisle that will be rained on,

with a heartbreak. 

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r.i.p me

nothing a simple prickle in the arm won't fix,

dripping down the aisle of sorrow.

reminders that I am human, and I feel

I feel the pressure in my chest

But with a simple slit

The pressure is gone

nothing a simple prickle in the arm won't fix

[hervillanelle]

end game

My life line is ending An end of an era Being defeated by my own mortality  No longer a daughter, a friend, nor a soulmate I’ve lived love enough Enduring the obstacles one calls life They’re all worried for me But why? As long as I find peace and happiness Perhaps standing next to those who have fallen and I’ll watch from above Seeing my loved ones achieve greatness I’ll reach my euphoria, One way or another

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playmate

I have befriended a sharp edge 

Prickly to the touch 

 Mine is a nail cutter, what’s yours? 

It mourns out my name in times of sorrow 

As I question 

Why is flesh so difficult to cut through? 

I look upon the shadows in this room 

Glaring at my unfortunate memories 

Of a life I didn’t ask to be born into, 

But forced to endure 

So I have befriended a sharp edge

[hervillanelle]

a priceless piece

A traveler from the renaissance As elegant as he is Finer than Da Vinci’s Mona Lisa His sculpted features Sharper than an edge of a painting Absorbing the attention of the Last Supper Da Vinci mourns for this revelation   Divine elements of his soul creating the Vitruvian man He enters my universe with an awakening A life of such art within the beauty of our love.

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honeymoon

Butterflies and compromise with a dash of promises

Sparkly lit up eyes with the sound of my name

Full of hope and exaggerated goals 

Insecurities lingering but never staying longer than needed

Now a days its a permanent resident

A constant reminder of my sadness 

In which he once executed

Oh bring me back to the honeymoon phase

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crashing

Eventually I’ll wake up from this fantasy  Of triumph and excitement  Whilst you yearn for another, and I, For you As the waves in which I’ve been floating on Crash into the shore I’ll remember your gentle hands  Holding this heart for the time being But the storm will not hold back, it isn’t Reminding me of my own fears and insecurities  I can feel parts of me breaking into the tidal waves I’ll wash up to shore with all of our ventures  Coughing up what could have been

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no foes nor the almighty

The year started off with sorrow, Disaster heartbreaks and panic attacks  The universe felt her suffering  No more persecution she screamed  Thus it brought together lost lovers From another life time and on fourth  Bearing each others pain-- With relief and tenderness  No foes nor the almighty Can tear this love Oceans will rise, volcanoes will erupt But their love will conquer all  Decades will pass-- Books will be written about this great adventure With her soulmate and-- An eternity of happiness 

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Belongs in the Met

His soul is as beautiful as he is

Beautifully sculpted, fragile to the touch

Just like his heart

With an honor to call it mine

No flash photography please;

Keep him thy memory

Where he forever shall remain

A creation,

Art connoisseur’s cannot fathom

It’s as if cupid himself created his lips

Delightfully arched, adding the perfect of pink

Upon every kiss, my lips are honored

To be touched by such art 

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The moon aches for the light you bring into my universe

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10th commandment

Yearning seems to exist within most

A misfortune of wonder and lust,

Parading in one life 

He or she goes to covet--

A selfish deed, completely aware

Of the series of unfortunate events,

About to occur 

Caught up with a bliss, deemed to fall

[hervillanelle]

it's over now

flushing the pain away

with the rims of alcohol

a drop of zzquil

and a teaspoon of tears

[hervillanelle]

Across the Verrazano

My home, my heart, my everything,

20,000 miles away

With every song we sing

To the way he squeezes my hand

My heart aches more and more

His remnants upon my lips forevermore

The shivers up my spine, revealing his name

A love most seek for, but die without

His touch, as vivid as it can be--

Embellishing my mere existence

My greatest fear is that he won't return

My home, my heart, my everything,

Across the Verrazzano