Her shattered splattered heart landed at my feet
I was shocked when I heard the splat,
But even more concerned when her heart broke in half
What kind of monster would do this to her?
Her shattered splattered heart gave one final sigh
Was she dead then? I looked up to see her woman run toward it.
Be careful I cautioned her as she scooped it up
She was about to toss it into a brown sack with a McDonald’s logo
Please take this, I said, offering her my fur lined hat box
The pretty one with the rainbow cats on the outside.
She was startled. How long has it been since someone was kind to her?
She reached for the hatbox and our fingers touched.
If you need anything else, please let me know, I told her.
There were tears in her eyes; I knew I had reached her.
She was a beautiful woman, I saw her empathy in that moment.
What kind of monster did this to her?
Categories:
hatbox, heartbreak,
Form: Free verse
when you said the last “Goodbye”,
I had no reply rather just to cry,
I was the Germany signing the Treaty of versailles,
was tough to make my soaked eyes dry.
you called me in a hotel,
you also had wet eyes and was trying
to make the situation calm.
and we both were dying from both sides.
we were the paintings of great sorrow,
staying away made me fonder of you,
after every goodbye you said,
there was a hatbox full of memories.
forcing myself “I am in a time loop”,
I realised there was something in my heart,
Athings look bleak, but will get better,
were the letter that everybody made cry.
was a story of me who had a dream,
to once be loved by a person,
the dream was half full-filled and,
left in a dilemma of melancholy.
and remember you were the one,
who told me “GOODBYE”.
Categories:
hatbox, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
when you said the last “Goodbye”,
I had no reply rather just to cry,
I was the Germany signing the Treaty of versailles,
was tough to make my soaked eyes dry.
you called me in a hotel,
you also had wet eyes and was trying
to make the situation calm.
and we both were dying from both sides.
we were the paintings of great sorrow,
staying away made me fonder of you,
after every goodbye you said,
there was a hatbox full of memories.
forcing myself “I am in a time loop”,
I realised there was something in my heart,
Athings look bleak, but will get better,
were the letter that everybody made cry.
was a story of me who had a dream,
to once be loved by a person,
the dream was half full-filled and,
left in a dilemma of melancholy.
and remember you were the one,
who told me “GOODBYE”.
Categories:
hatbox, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
The pink haired,
queen of the runway,
couldn’t handle
spiders in her boudoir.
When flying arachnid’s
trapeze was disrupted
for the fourth time;
arachnid moved into her
favorite hatbox and laid eggs.
Upon discovering the squatters,
Pink hair’s scream and subsequent faint,
sent eggs flying everywhere.
When she came around,
she quickly mastered…
tap dancing,
without one single lesson.
Categories:
hatbox, humorous, imagery, insect,
Form: Prose