that love really hurts
your words tear at my heart
ripping it in half
If someone had told me
that I would struggle to just be
would I have done something
differently or bring
something different to the table
or would I be able
to make the world better
or be a trend setter?
Very doubtful, but worth asking
because I am basking
in today's pain
and would like to keep the stain
of that pain
from being forever held
in my body and meld
my future to hold more joy
but it won't hold my boy
so I'm just spinning,
but I'm functioning, so I'm winning
and leaning on God
who is my sustaining rod
of strength when mine fails
and I just need to rail
Its like you always have the last word
And nothing then ever gets resolved
At times what you say seems slurred
Though still what you have said bold
Makes me feel like a complete nerd
As again l am left back out in cold
Though what now seems so obserd
I choose silver though you still gold
And l ask how this ever occured
When upset ,you l so want to hold
Yet the truth then be really heard
Like you say ?if the truth be told
A follow on from open ended
About past relationship
"Verses in the Ash,"
is where my soul was born.
Where hot coals singed me,
as ashes covered my tiny body.
My soul was,
"Trapped in Your Pulse."
This body has me trapped,
as a helpless baby.
"I am the asylum of your ache,"
in time as it goes by so slowly.
"I taste your truth,"
the truth of life is bitter.
"Where orchids dream,"
is a place I wish I could live.
A place away from the hot ash and pain,
in a place of beauty with pretty orchids.
TRUTH BE TOLD: SIMPLE, YET PROFOUND
It’s not about peace;
It’s about evil power:
That is what war is:-
Your eyes gleam in the dark-
like a fox's- golden flecks illuminated,
in the mists of your eyes,
as the breeze brushes through your hair,
I've always ached to follow.
My favorite color is your dark green.
I told you that, didn't I?
And the sound of your voice-
even though you are terribly silent at times,
lost in your own fantasies,
wrapped in shadows.
You'd say white didn't suit you,
but it makes you shine- from within,
and your dark brown skin glows.
I told you that, didn't I?
And so many times, I've yearned to tell you
how beautiful you are,
everytime you sit beside me,
a silent comfort to each other,
quiet from a rejection,
you, the hopeless romantic,
falling in love with everyone,
except the only one who has ever thought
of you with nothing
but a deep ache in her heart-
the kind she knows
will never be returned
I loved you.
I never told you that, did I?
I wish I had.
He asked me to write a poem.
He said he missed my poetry.
A part of me smiled —
“Am I a poet?”
A part of me searched
for the sarcasm hiding behind his words.
But still, the little pride in me
wanted to write one,
just to show him.
What could I write?
The trees?
The longing?
The rain?
The bees?
I searched for a clue —
how to make it rhyme
at the end of every line,
like poets seem to do every time.
Similes, metaphors, music in words —
they make us wander
between their lines.
I thought and thought,
but words would not arrive.
I smiled and realised —
perhaps I am not a poet.
The part of me that was happy
quietly sat down.
The part of me that doubted
folded its arms and whispered,
“I told you so.”
Down, down, down town
To the space of demise
The love of his life
Degraded to nothing but lies
The news of joyful bliss
Now the announcement of death
Wanting to share in commitment
Rendered as the contract of regret
Open to love within means
Is fear with license to kill
Unaddressed trauma has a seat
In expression that is never real
Closed is the casket of cause
No reason for flow to end
Except for the unyielding heart
With sharp edges, unwilling to bend
...untold
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-23-2026
The world's offer is tough love
But GOD'S love is patient
And it's kind
The world screams
You really need to grow up
While GOD says
You'll always be a child of mine
The world has conditions on it's love
Love and hate embrace
Then intertwine
GOD'S love is unconditional
Perfect real and true
Real love is not that hard to find
Tell me what you see
and so it will be
I will believe
only if you say so
If you say I smiled today, I did
only if you say so
If you say I sounded gentle
then that is what I was
only if you say so
If you say the moment was warm, it stays warm
in my memory
only if you say so
If you say the light felt right
I stop questioning the dark
only if you say so
My thoughts blur at the edges of night
Will you be my sight?
Don’t mind me
I am learning not to see on my own
You are my eyes
So whatever you say
it becomes what I believe
because I stopped trusting my own eyes
to see what I truly desire
The stars are not distant,
but paths we have yet to tread.
He spoke of the silence
that lives in the words left unsaid,
And showed me that shadows
are only the absence of light,
Turning my world from a flicker
to burning and everso bright.
X=Xylophones of wood make lovely music.
A=Around every hill and every
V=Valley filled with pretty wildflowers.
I=I love the sweet sounds,
E=Each ear is enjoying.
R=Rhythm that sooths the very soul.
Did Hannah see bees? Hannah did
They’re chasing her, she can’t get rid
Bees don’t give a damn
Mad? Am I madam
In swimming pool she dived and hid
There was a polite society, in so many lands..It was regulated by capable hands
Sober people, would meet and discuss; at
Walks in the park.? Horse shows and such
Healthy larks..And there was that aspiration to rise even higher, maybe to a
Royal castle.? Where you might partake.!!!
Of an almost (holy fire?) Through rose tinted glasses some perhaps almost swooned at the thought.' Where all would be..? Almost perfection.! Only the best did
There resort.' Although there indeed were
Dungeons deep in their bowls they were mere relic's of past depravity..The betters had escaped all that now.' Here there would be awards given.' Amidst sighs of
Chiffon ans silks.' You could support wars
That spread democracy.? My how the imagination could be caught.' Up up up.!!!
Yet out all around , honest working people were being taxed into the ground.' While The climate god was fete'd..And damaged veterans took to tents, un-holy acts were being done its beyond sane Christian invent...'
Souls made cold and dark
Met with spirits - Spark!
Warmed by glowing Sun,
Waves and sand made one.
Blessings from above,
More are born from love.
Pride of family strong;
Prayers for life lived long.
Souls ablaze with gold,
Love forever told.
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