Sun Shower.
Big drops.
Fall slowly.
Glisten.
clouds burst, dark skies flashed
loud thunder threatening rolled....
pet shakes filled with fear
house shakes, floor weaved, terror gripped
slowly fizzled summer's storm
the green
the gray
the blue
the place to remain
rock over the feet
rock over the wasp sting
smooth ivory
poached in the stream
a swirl of emotions
balancing the commotion
a twinkle in the sun
a wrinkle in the continuum
glistening in the tame light
the eye
the piercing storm
boredom running down the current
sweet blackberry currant
placed in a riverbed
placed in a tear shed
jagged edges
drowning precipice
a stem broken and the petal drifts
the land is flat, and it plays in a sharp
the frown is erased in the heat
the pulse of a heartbeat
washed upon the shores
rust against the painted door
broken chords in the folklore
winter will freeze it over
spring insists for it to show
head hung low
played in a low octave
a black crow beckons wanderlust
floating figure in the riverbed
a shadow in a dent
listen to the sounds
water against water
the rush of martyrdom
the center of the iris
pollen floating in a blue sky
lost in a riverbed
lost in a stony concept
feet against the unsteady steps
the tired soul’s abyss
Grief goes along slowly,
steadfast in its silent denial
of life changed.
Loneliness is a wilderness*
without a marker of its boundaries;
infinite and finite.
*Elizabeth Elliot
Love is slowly losing your mind
Love is patient love is kind
No
Love is slowly losing your mind
Love is feeling,
Feeling when they enter a room
Feeling when they look at you
Love is having your heart skip a beat
When they talk to you
When they see you
The real you
Love is trying to be the person’
The person they can love
Just as much as you love them
Losing yourself in their eyes
In their actions
In their heart
In yours
tears of dew on face
salty water running slowly down
showing many - feelings and emotions
could be - happy or sad
Here’s a little something that if you take the time to do
you may find will astound you
Walking slowly anywhere
gives you a wealth of opportunities
to see the beauty all around you
I am suddenly walking so much slower.
Drowning in my deepening sadness,
As the autumn leaves shower
Unto me as I feel life is meaningless.
Between dream and memory, I dance on the rain that falls slowly,
I didn't run from the cold drops, but caught them on the tip of my tongue,
Laughter and chaos spun in wide circles of joy,
I stepped on water with bare soles, and the sky was close to us.
We whispered winter stories under the gray and blizzard-swept sky,
And we bathed in life's puddles, without fear of the cold to come,
We played childhood games, throwing rain toward the stars,
We knew that morning would find us with cold and wet chests.
But what did it matter? For in that rain we found our paradise,
We let fever and cough unite us closer under the blanket,
Sharing warm soups and dreams, embraced from morning until dusk,
In a time that seemed to be only ours, a winter heaven.
It's a dream I fear to lose, a magic that I keep,
A corner of the world where wildness meets love,
Like a story written with white ink on January's sky,
A dream winter, a paradise that seemed so unreal.
He began to take her away from her hobbies.
No big deal, her friends thought.
Then he took her away from her family.
They thought it was just young love.
After the marriage no one could get in touch with her.
He had sequestered her far away.
She no longer seemed to have a phone.
Her social media accounts were closed.
You don’t suppose he is hurting her? Her best friends wondered.
Her family was even more alarmed.
He had just called and told them that she was missing.
That was twenty years ago. She has never been found.
If I had met you in another age, when time flowed more slowly and solemnly,
I would have written your name in vivid ink, on parchment that preserves eternally,
I would have escaped to secret libraries, where silence embraces stories,
On the margins of old volumes, I would have laid down my devotion.
But here we are, in this age of screens that silently shine,
Where affections are mute, yet my soul recognizes your rhythm,
Even now, when the cold light surrounds us like a foreign mist,
The bond between us transcends time, a secret dance of hearts.
In the flow of thoughts, I feel how time trickles like a quiet river,
Every moment with you is an eternity engraved in pure gold,
The world seems to forget the magic of words written on old parchments,
But we find each other, two souls traveling through endless ages.
Even in this century of technology and pointless noise,
Our souls meet, vibrating at the same eternal frequency,
Love and devotion are not bound by time or fleeting form,
But by that deep connection that finds its way to the light.
I slowly fell deeply into a sensual daze
After the hours I kept his intense gaze.
Hoping what we have is not a phase,
As for what I am feeling, there is no phrase.
I swiftly fell the moment we kissed on his bed,
After the hours he waited, while I was in his head.
Wishing for his love, without a feeling of dread.
Wish came true, now no longer wish I was dead.
I am slowly falling into this newfound love
After I realized maybe he too was sent from above.
Hoping we can go further without push and shove,
So I patiently wait for days in which we belove.
I am grateful to have found him,
After he made love to me on a whim.
Wishing we are fish in the ocean meant to swim
Together beneath all waves even when dim.
I slowly detach, like ink seeping onto pages of lost memories,
like a song slowly fading from the mind that once swore it eternal,
everything begins gently—your name on my lips becomes a foreign echo,
your messages remain unread, not out of anger, but from fear of the unknown.
You place silence where questions once were, perhaps you don't notice how I fade,
or maybe you see and remain silent, letting me become a shadow in the corner of your eye,
this is the pain that burns quietly—not that I have scattered over time,
but that you watched me shrink in the silence between us, a dream drowned in forgetfulness.
Tell me, did you ever see the truth in my heart,
or was I already a phantom lost in my own story?
I melted like dew at sunrise in your days, a forgotten dream,
a whisper carried by the wind, lost in the void of memories that no longer matter.
Looking into the mirror, again and again, my reflection slowly draws near,
with a breath, it twists my hands—and I know what it wants from me,
it has always envied what I love, despised what I adore with passion,
tonight it returns, her fingers lightly touch my lips,
tracing their outline like a lover, until she delves deep,
the blood flows, flesh scatters like shattered pearls on cold marble,
she has always loved me this way—broken, writhing, silently undone,
and today she wins again, steals my smile, leaves me drowning in pain,
this cycle will never end, each time I dare to smile,
she will return with a deeper hunger and crueler plans,
and she will revel in my ruin like a shadow that can't detach,
a dance of destruction, of love and hate mingling in the mirror.
I don’t know when I first felt my childhood slipping slowly
It was somewhere in the dark
Maybe on a slushy snowy night that made me cry
I’m tired of saying goodbye
-
He agreed
It might have been some other day
When my paintings taunted me alone
Or when I first realized I’d one day be all on my own
With nothing but my colors and a world that didn’t want me
They don’t care about you
-
I agreed
It could have been much sooner though
When the bus drove far away
And I didn’t know why
When my lukewarm bath provided no solace
And my mother began to cry
I miss him
-
She agreed
It was somewhere in the snow or paint or bus
That took small pieces out of me
and scattered them like dust
I’m not that little girl
She’s gone and lost now
floating in the wind
Off to places you’ve never been
in her now grows a new sort of being
One that’s strong and smart and bold
She believes in the all alone
And will make the world one day want her
You can do it
-
I seem to agree
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