The paparazzi were Princess Di’s enemy.
#6WSP
Chased
Wordle #448
I just want to hug her and touch her sweet face. But I know I have to restrict myself during these times. Being socially responsible right now does indeed count in this woke world; it’s how I can be compassionate. Then I hear of the cult back in my home town still holding mass. How utterly insane they are! They should lock the doors and call it a day, indefinitely or at least until the worst is over. We all need to distance ourselves.
I look down at my hands and realize they are the enemy that I can control.
Reblog – Fragile !
As I mentioned in my comments on this piece originally – “I’m always so impressed with the delicacy your words and how they handle the heart. Loved it!” – I hope you feel the same! 🙂
her heart was fragile
strong yet easily broken
decided to guard it
in a protective shield
for she’d rather
bury it deep inside
the envelope of her soul
than tossed, turned
and shattered
by hands ungentle
-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE
Celebrate Your Passion!
Calling all poets – Today is dedicated to what we love dearly!
May you enjoy spending your day feeling inspired to organize and set to a page the beautiful words in your thoughts. I’d so love to read them! Please feel free to link your creations in the comments so they are shared with all the others in our community.
Happy Writing!
Tina Stewart Brakebill
living love
I.
dancing to their song
eyes flickering with passion
the night too fleeting
II.
a faithful promise
of harmonic convergence
binding him to her
III.
singing a duet
as the days pass too quickly
lifted by their song
IV.
breathing in true joy
between the tiny moments
two hearts forever
~~~
Tina Stewart Brakebill is a former history professor and (twice) published biographer. Now she spends her days writing for a local magazine and her nights scribbling flash fiction, travel essays, and haikus, including pieces for The Drabble and Pure Haiku. Find out more by visiting her at www.tinastewartbrakebill.com. 
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Past Present
This
is an
oddly strange,
crazy feeling.
How could I predict
what would happen to me
in the very next moments?
Am I losing my sanity?
It feels quite impossible to know
I am experiencing this again.
Her Hands
i look at my hands
and discover
they’re her hands
my veins
are not as plump
nor as soft
as a young child
her hands
gave me comfort
her veins
were my toy
to rub for hours
this one allowed act
was solace for me
for her too it seemed
a simple act
of touch
we both needed
the affection stopped
as i grew older
and we moved far away
other memories
were of rigidity and coldness
and superficial acknowledgment
when i found she wrote poetry
i realized
another connection
remembering
her hands
brings me closer still
Reblog – Alone by Taylor Grace
Which version do you prefer me to be?
The me that doesn’t always suit you quite so perfectly
The me that fits your perception of who I should be
The me who never has moments of weakness that brings me to my knees
It is difficult trying to be who everyone wants me to be
One day I’m going to only have myself to please
I reach out for your hand, repeatedly waiting just for someone to understand
Love me
Hate me
There is no in between
I understand though because I feel the same things
I’ve spent my whole life just trying to breathe
Still to this day I run, I hide, driving around aimlessly in an attempt to ignore the brokenness that is inside
The only thing I really need is someone to listen and comfort the pieces that are me
I know they say love comes with a cost
Maybe I’m just tired of feeling so damn lost
Not feeling accepted has taken a toll on me
Devastation added on top of the underlying pain
Nothing I can do but sit holding no one accountable
What else would you expect me to do
I turn it all inside
Carrying all the burdens
Hiding all the shame
Running from the memories
At the end of the day I have no one to blame
It’s ok though because I know that pain
I feel invisible
Nothing to lose
Oh wait, that’s right
That’s when I get told I don’t have a clue
I wonder if I’ve ever really showed anyone who I really am
My broken pieces run far too deep
Inside my demons constantly keeping me from sleep
Continually re-victimized by the very same voices that keep feeding me lies
Just when I feel I can’t hold on one more day, it occurs to me that no one is coming to save me and it doesn’t even matter if I were to walk away
All the labels and judgment
Fill my ears
But again no one knows the shell of a woman standing in front of them
Too sensitive
Too bossy
Too picky
Too upset
Too cautious
Too angry
Too hurt
Too organized
Too right
Too wrong
Too isolated
Too weak
Too strong
Too emotional
Too tired
Too sexy
Too much
Too difficult
Too quiet
Too old
Too kind
Too loud
Too thoughtful
Too busy
Too hyper
Too complicated
Too Broken
Surrounded by all the voices
Seeming so intrigued
Fascinated by my words and wisdom
They like me
They love me
Oops once again I’ve been misled
They were only passing the time
And never again thought of me
Have you ever truly felt this alone?
A powerful piece about the internal struggles individuals grapple with.
Well done, Taylor!
Fear Of The Times
Inspired by VJ’s Weekly Challenge #88 – Domino Effect & Sadje’s What do you see #21
this natural disaster
is bringing us to our knees
even those who lead
or inspire us
are shedding tears
losing hope
breaking down
not able to guide
the few strong
of us left
this domino effect
a chain reaction
to the unknown
makes us all feel
like tumbling down
#Whatdoyousee
Reblog – FALLING FOR A SOUL by Onah
This piece hit deep in the feelz! Who doesn’t want this kind of love in their lives?!? I hope you enjoy this one as much as I did. 🙂
If I must fall again,
I rather for a
soul than a face,
For the beauty of love
Is in the chemistry
Of two souls
Flowing into
Each other,
Until both
Become vulnerable,
Conquering their
Weaknesses,
Their will,
Their differences,
Melting into a
unique substance,
with character,
Mind and body
living in peace
and harmony.
