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Chucky's atonement
1. Used to be scared of the rain. He would drag me out of the shelter and make me dance.
It always drives him insane. Dressed me like a little Chucky doll and spared me no glance.
Frozen toes in winter were warmer than the hot tears of fall. He would knit me a polyester, same color as his cat.
2. Used to be scared of his footsteps and the timbre sound of the bell until I sniffed your inviting pine cologne.
My heart palpitates at the notification of your message/call. Trapped in your fancy hell.
Called me your wife in public. Treat me like a pet at home. Jagged scars on my back memories of your love.
Only meant for us to see, Right?
3. Used to be scared of his belt till I tasted your kiss. It eats me from inside out and leaves me torn.
Trapped in your elegant world, in your embrace so tight it killed my every dream.
Like the gold jewelry from Valentine. Alluring and heavy.
4. Used to be scared of his voice till I heard your laugh. Honey, I fell for it before I even knew you. Smooth and unrestrained, engraving it on every marble wall.
5. Used to be scared of his stares until I faced your smile, kept me frozen in a daze. Silent but brutal.
One minute you kissed me like you meant it, just to treat me like the sand underneath your feet.
6.Used to be scared of you until I knew the location of the key.
The beginning of my downfall. Chucky's atonement.
Dear! I am always right here
Door of my mind open for you.
You may have wide vivid view.
No hide and seek, crystal clear.
Feel free if you wish to come.
If you don’t stay, leave at ease.
I will never try to seize
But you are always welcome.
Dear! I am always right here
Door of my mind open for you.
You may have wide vivid view.
No hide and seek, crystal clear.
Yet I must earnestly pray
If emotive urge surges
oozes, flows and diverges
Love me! You can safely stay.
Dear! I am always right here
Door of my mind open for you.
You may have wide vivid view.
No hide and seek, crystal clear.
I can’t assess your passion
My heart palpitates to know
when lamp of your love will glow
predicting our unison.
Dear! I am always right here
Door of my mind open for you.
You may have wide vivid view.
No hide and seek, crystal clear.
I am always right here
for you and for you, Dear!
Only for you, am I clear?
I am always right here.
03/06/19
'I'm Always Right Here' Contest by craig cornish
The tent, has a scent of mildewed fear
and palpitates with shouting cries
exciting our senses with familiar rise
Our nerves stretched taut, with thrills, inside
The marksman tosses wild and free
A showman's skill that stirs the dust
I signal him, he aims at me...
Then I must brace, and I must trust!
It is approaching time for the last shot
I must hold my breath, and stop my heart
Then in rapid fire, he'll throw the lot
I now give the final cue to start
He hurls the daggers around my head
My death defied by dangerous chance!
He drinks applause so keenly fed
My own reward .... a meager glance....
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For David's Contest: Circus
*Image of Music Heart by Pixabay.
A Heart's Melody
Harmony palpitates...conducts the abandoned chamber,
albeit, interludes providently...kept in tune with themselves.
The metered winks...influencing oneness to soothe and rise.
The cloud nine reviewed....negotiating remembrances
of "Each and All", the "Earth Song" by Emerson...a ballad medley.
Unversed preexistence...reminiscence, rekindled charge.
Harp rhythms veinuous strings strumming...as the organ pedals.
Some rhapsodical soul...repeatedly ensures an airy suite.
Rehearsed pulses...convey themselves as an opening night.
Calm sounds reflect symmetry...hallowed core pleasures a theme
donning inner expressions...grants the life-timers brevity's blinks.
Solemn occasions the welcomed psalm...heartfelt gifts its claim.
Juxtaposed rapture instants...contrariety absent
of muted aches for a quiver...contrite hands fold into prayers,
beckoned Heaven's gate perseverance...angels heralding.
Unsung Heavenly cadences extend...stead the swan song
that left open--an invitation...as internal hope vibrates,
a renewed life has been rewarded...the heartbeat pipes true.
2022 December 09
*9th Place*
Thought rested awareness
~~Unseeking Seeker
*HM*
SECOND CHANCE FOR YOUR N-A
~~Brian Strand: Judging 2022 December 19
*HMS.
Butterrflies in my stomach
Each time I see you around
I have thousands of words to say
But have no courage to spill it on my own tongue
The world stops but time is going on
When you're next to me
I'm blushing inside
You walked in to me
My heart palpitates in a bit
This magnetic attraction to you
Something I want to savor every minute of my life
I do insane things because of you
I wrote your name at the back of my book
Thinking if love possibly collides us
Nevertheless it doesn't matter
As long as I see you smiling
What a beautiful day
Don't know when this feeling is going to end
Hate why I'm jealous, yes it's not my right.
But when I see you with someone else
My whole world is flooded with tears
But in my mind we are getting married
We build a family and live happily
I'm crazy but I'm loving it much
But I hope you never see it
My ultimate crush
Locked in the largest room of the palace,
you live days in dire existence,
sunshine caresses you with sun rays,
breeze makes you breathe life;
anything at the swish of a wand is
given to you, lonely princess of Wales!
He has no loyal blood in him,
and as many children as you desire,
He can give you-at least two.
A boy who looks exactly like him,
a girl as gorgeous as you...
he can feel inside you'll be his.
Your jealous Queen, can scream her brain out
and tell you, " I don't like that bodyguard is a joker;
he's too poor and childish, he thinks he's another prince,
but he has nothing to give you...stay in your room,
silly Rapunzel! He won't ever climb to this balcony:
your hair is too short and brittle! How can he do that? "
You'll try to convince her that he is a great guy,
" But mom, he loves me more than anybody! "
" Love without money is a tree without fruit!
Riches can buy many jewels! You're the next Queen!
Her anger will shout her up and all will turn to gloom...
while he waits outside and freezing he rubs his red hands.
Her slickness won't last, she must have a weak spot;
if he courts her with his boyish charms, she'll become soft
and forget that a pretty princess adores him and woos him.
" I got her on my strings...she'll be my animated puppet!"
Infatuation can be blinder than love; he will get her very drunk,
and have her thinking for a minute that she can have him!
The princess and the bodyguard hug; they laugh aloud...
while the Queen sleeps on the sofa and snores, " She's too drunk,
let her sleep for hours; we are going to elope and live happily!
Ah! Such an unfair and vain mother she is! She'll realize that
even money isn't everything...if love palpitates in the heart! "
Try out his trick: be that bodyguard who outsmarted
the Queen and if you get lucky, you must thank him "
Pick: Rapunzel
Written on 2/2/2016
My eyes follow as my left hand orchestrates my thoughts with an ink pen
Of memories, past and present, good and bad that you have embedded within
My heart palpitates when you are near as you billow with love again and again
I promise to be with you in the stormy weather as the dark skies descend
Live life every sec, min, and hour with you without fearing when our time will end
Oh what a blessing you have been to me amongst endless pain, agony and sin
Verily I say, thanks for the seed that has formed my vital structures to speak herein
Everyday is a new beginning, yet you continue to march along the strongest wind
Yield not from my heart, for you are the cause and effect of beast becoming men
Others have gone before you, lead the way for your hands were made to lend
Unending love and protection you have as long as I'm your Officer and Gentle-Men
Pace, G.
My flesh is flush with inadequacy each day
for no purpose pulses inspiration my way
No motivation shows to validate
that my energy even palpitates -
I am a daytime deficiency breathing.
All things seem possible before I sleep
then night’s energy sun fades into lethargy:
I rise to flounder, flail and fail to move so never do I see the
me that my prayers and hopes wish new days would promote.
Has karma woven my desires revoked
or am I now a bad aging type of joke?
I cannot grope life’s enthusiasm
nor can I fathom what has happened,
but I am sad that my self-esteem’s armor
has been pierced by darkness infused drama …
home clocks loud mock me
as moments find me unchanged
just aged within ticks
tocking my stopped impetus
in passion’s puddled blandness
#Xhosa_pool
Today I fell into a Xhosa pool, still grappling with my recovery, my shivering mind. In there something epic hides, an enormous emotional drainage. Feel robbed off weight, side and focus. I lost so much in there, part of me that still refuse to return. In there I met beast of beauty, my lungs palpitates, please balance me for I'm shocked of beauty
Dampen reactions, shivering mind, this pool drains both my inner and outer abilities, wanted to share my fending attempt, but I'm dripped off my standing rights, need to be upright in glorifying this effect of my heart desires, in this Xhosa pool I fell, so tenderly dangerous
I went there to innocently greet, not to fall, look at my clothes, lingering on my traumatized body, hear the trembling bones, her effects to my unreachable portions, ask me my name and check if I still left with letters to construct, this pool raincheck everything I am
A dimpled yellow, soaking my mind deep into her snow white eyes, cracking my spine with her shrilling voice, I'm wrecked by her side, trying lift my head, so heavy feel pressed, trying open my eyes, exhausted, so much strength leaked out of my side, wanna say something, my tongue clicks to my palatals, I'm crippled by her every being. From toe to skull, from pigment to texture, from smile to laughter, I'm tattered. In this Xhosa pool I fell
#Poetic_Ink
A sagacious luster looms
upon lavender lyrics oracular,
spectacular in simple suffer
for atop the electric spire
Her violet fire will conspire
to revive love
that Time consumes...
A purpose placed gently,
in the center of your wisest pulse,
like a gemstone of graceful genuflection
palpitates for poetry
not of threadbare words
but of song soothing
into the theater of your purple glow heartbeats...
They said you were broken
because the hues of your eyes
could not be predicted,
they claimed you fragile
for feeling the fright of love lost
in withering worlds,
they believed you were damaged
by your own defense
against the touch of duplicitous ice,
but you were never defeated
by the dark drama,
you've always been
the wise wound warm...
Cheek bones speckled
with a sapphire tablature of taboo ache
turned to love blush beauty,
your body moves to song
that pitches prettily
in the poetry of blossomed joy...
You already know how
my heart wakes to your wishes,
you already hold the poetry of my soul,
You already know
what love told loneliness
a long time ago,
You already hold the joy
that we craft from iron gold...
Love waits not for Death,
nor for ideal birth,
the moment love awakes
it creates spirit that subdues all fates,
love is changing you into something unpredictable,
independent of imagination,
real as riptides in the center of a rose
sweating from anticipation
of warm lips
on petals of tender adoration...
When you left,
it felt like theft of breath,
I wondered with a wincing,
if the answer for your enigmatic evanescence
was in regret, revulsion, or a revolution of love,
I wept hard,
I made grace from the grief,
I loved you for the price...
J.A.B.