Any point of view and feedback from this story? thanks Rapunzel…

Question Answered step-by-step Any point of view and feedback from this story? thanks Rapunzel… Any point of view and feedback from this story? thanks RapunzelYour golden locksThey entangle me at every turnYour golden locksLeaving me with no one else to yearnYour golden locksProving yet again my heart can burnYour golden locksAnd yet again my body fails to learnYour golden locks Oh, they shimmer as the sun comes throughYour golden locksStill around me when I’m not with youYour golden locksReminiscent of the tallest towerYour golden locksHave my minutes feeling like an hourYour golden locksThey were beautiful, undoubtedlyYour golden locksI took too long, now they’ve surrounded me.Your golden locksIn this prison have me short of airYour golden locks……and your brunette hair. “Rapunzel, Rapunzel! Let down your hair! So that I may climb thy golden stair!” This classic line has been around far longer than I have, yet somehow I see a lot of myself in it. I think it’s safe to say that I’ve found my Rapunzel, but it’s not the fairy tale you’d expect. You see, the traditional Rapunzel story has that stair line spoken by Gothel, a woman who kidnapped Rapunzel at birth. Now I’m no kidnapper, but this line still haunts my mind as if I had written it myself. Right now, I’m living in a classic fantasy, the wonderful tale of Rapunzel. One minor detail has changed, though. I am Gothel and Rapunzel is my captor. Pre-Pre HoneymoonOh, the way you guide my viewMy neck goes stiff when I find you in my line of sight5’5, brown hairYet you still manage to pop from a crowdWhat a gift it wasTo be seated behind youI’m not sure I could handleA front-row seat to classLest I break my neckIn my attempts to regain sight of youWith you in the roomScience lectures have never been so boringThe whiteboard fades from my mindInto streaks of TV staticMy eyes drift and driftBut not to sleep, noRather, 4 feet to the right and 2 feet downRight to your seatWhether or not a rock is igneous or sedimentaryMeant nothing compared to what we might talk about after classStreaks of your long, brown hairThe even distribution of your beautyPuts my heart intoUneven beats of infatuationWe talk, and it means so muchWhat it may be about is irrelevantEach new song, new movie, new interestI love them allIf it means we have something else to talk aboutTo hear your voice is to revel in blissA master symphony unfoldsAs each word escapes your lips My friends call this unhealthyAnd I would call them rightBut if I get to call you mineI await your call tonight I love her. Plain and simple. If you’ve been in love then I’m sure you get it. If you haven’t, just imagine that excitement you feel that’s so much that you can’t help but shake or shimmy just a little bit. Now imagine that feeling getting stronger and stronger. With each breath that you take, with each beat of your heart, with every blink of an eye, you’re just so unbelievably happy that it’s just that: unbelievable. That’s love… for me at least. I like to believe I’m really good at falling in love. Or, rather, I’m addicted to it. Nothing can compare to the mutual feeling of utter infatuation with another person. Heartbreak isn’t quite as fun, I will admit. Although it is much easier to deal with when you’ve found love for someone else. Enter Rapunzel. Despite her name, she doesn’t have long, flowy, golden hair like the stories. By all accounts, her hair would be best described as “normal”. But if you ask me, some other words may fit better. “Perfect” comes to mind pretty quickly. I was going through a pretty tough breakup when I met Rapunzel. A relationship of 2 years had just ended for me, and it was a total splash of cold water because I truly believed that she was the one I would spend the rest of my life with. After countless weeks of pure joy and pleasure with her, I thought that we were entering the next stages of our lives together, but it seemed she had a different perspective. She said it wasn’t working for her. The spark “wasn’t there anymore”. What exactly she was feeling though during what I saw as the happiest point of our lives I could never get out of her. Our breakup was a fast one, the worst kind. The whiplash from carefree wonder to a trembling sickness filled me with an inhuman amount of unease. Now I can’t even bring myself to say her name. This was around the time I met Rapunzel and things started to turn around. We talked for a while and she seemed really sweet. It wasn’t long before I did my thing and caught feelings for her. Fortunately, we ended up dating and at that point, things seemed to be going great! Not GreatFrom a distance, a brick from a mighty foundationCan be mistaken for a simple stoneThe clever grinding, intentional weight, and optimal strengthThese all fade as the perspective weakensThe inverse is also trueA commanding tower in the distance can be seenThe bricks that line it appear sturdy and solidThe amount of care put into its creation is apparentA perfect monolithBut as you approach it, its quality fadesLike a mirage on a summer dayCracks reveal themselves, bricks turn to stonesThe hard edges turn into rounded gapsUntil you are close enough to touch the towerYou reach out your handAnd the tower crumbles…There you lay buried in dust and rubbleAsking yourself if you were better off smothered by your own desireOr if you prefer the simplicity of admiring a false wonder Over ItMy friends call this unhealthyAnd I would call them rightBut if I get to call you mineI await your call tonight I look back on this warningAnd I stare upon the wallI wish I’d done so soonerRight before I lost it all.The flags were bright and crimsonClearly to passers-byBut everything seemed fineBehind my young, rose-tinted eyes.Regale me all my folliesJust in case I missed a fewI’m sure one day I’ll gagAt all the things I did for you.I wonder where I’d beIf you had never let me inMistakes were made by both of usSo there we are akin.I climbed your hair expectingFairy tales and fantasyBut to call you more than “wicked witch”Would be pure blasphemy.A true love’s kiss just isn’t all thatIt’s cracked up to beOr maybe it just came from youWhich ruined it for me.I sit amongst the rubbleOf the tower we enjoyedThe ash evokes a feelingPartly somber part annoyed.To think the girl who onceProvided me with so much laughterWould be the one to rob me of myHappy ever after. Well, that didn’t go too well if I’m going to be completely honest here. I suppose being with Rapunzel wasn’t all bad though. As I said, I was addicted to falling in love, but now love just doesn’t sound that great anymore. For that, I can thank Rapunzel. Honestly, it hurts. It hurts real bad. On any other day, the first thing I’d do would be to find the next person to fall head over heels for to help me through this. This time though, I’ll probably take a break from other people. I think I can handle this one on my own.Answer from your tu  Arts & Humanities Writing Creative Writing ENGLISH 1A Share QuestionEmailCopy link Comments (0)