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Poetry prompt:- Light keeper

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Poetry prompt:- word “Exulansis”

exulansis

n. the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it—whether through envy or pity or simple foreignness—which allows it to drift away from the rest of your life story, until the memory itself feels out of place, almost mythical, wandering restlessly in the fog, no longer even looking for a place to land.

Musings, poems, poetry

The Search

poems, poetry

The Traitor Within

He’s the traitor that lies within my walls hiding in plain sight for all to see

Playing his drums loud and proud a beat all his own

He plays my tunes for all to hear,

A symphony of all my secrets poured out to an audience of one

To squeeze out of hiding every note I’ve held dear; Strumming through my arteries the lyrics of my soul Bruising my veins with the quill of my truth till I bled the traitor that’s become my heart on his guitar.

 

 

Musings, poems, poetry

The Sun In your Eyes

The sun in your eyes

makes me want to see you in the sunshine

and bathe in your rays,

even though the night has always been good to us, the twilight purveying the art in our love in a silhouette of mismatched emotions,

but its always been beneath the sun’s light that our solo aria becomes a duet

LDR, poems

3 words

​she’d always Been the girl with a smile on her face and a light spring to her steps. She fairly glided and wherever she went she was a breath of fresh air and a ray of sunshine. She met him and uttered her first words. Words he taught her when he first said them. 

3 words to open her eyes

3 words to open her heart

3 words to melt her 

3 words to turn her world upside down

3 words she’d keep saying never to be uttered from his lips.

Her blue skies are replaced with dark, stormy nights, her glide to stubbed toes.

Her once summer yellow dress has turned grey.

She gazes at him hoping he sees her, desperate for just one look.

One look to touch her skin, one look to save her.

Her blood seeps out her pores panting those 3 words.

She lays on the cold, hard floor, empty and alone, seeking just 3 words.

Thump! Thump!! Thump!!! To the sound of her last 3 words 

Thump!!! Thump!! Thump!… her last 3 beats 

She smiles as the darkness consumes her. His look the last thing she sees as he utters his 3 words.

Finally he sees her but never to be seen by her.

poems, poetry

Is this love?