Reblog – Poem #262 by Luna

While I hope that this piece isn’t something that resembles a past you’ve experienced but I do hope you have within you the strength to face it should it ever be encountered in your present or future. Peace.

Luna

You lost the right to miss me.
You lost the right to call my name
in your sleep or to tuck yourself in
with the memory of my body next to yours.
You lost the right to remember what’s it
like to hug me, kiss me, feel me, have me.
You never actually did have me. You had
something you wanted to have, you didn’t see
me and you didn’t know nothing but my name

You lost the right to come back into my life
to disrupt the months of progress it took to clear
my life of your memory, to stop the grieving.
I had to grow new skin, rip out the hair you played with,
fix the heart you played with, mend the glass shattered
soul you left behind and I did it by my damn self so NO
you can’t walk through that door.
You lost the…

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Reblog – Poem #242 by Luna

Another that hit so well, tagging memories of so long ago, a heartache which took years to dull. I applaud Luna for expressing these heartfelt emotions so well!

Luna

It gets so cold
when loneliness enters the scene
but the feeling is actually burning.
Burning with the desire to break free.
Burning with the desire to sleep in peace.
Burning when you remember things
the way they used to be.
Burning when you see the shadow of
the empty place that once had a heartbeat.

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Reblog – Betrayal by Jayachandran Ramachandran

An amazing which goes in deep, a piece that feels like what so many things women endure….

Betrayal

She gave her soul
and her whole.

His hungry lust
groped her flesh
bit some pieces
chewed on her.

Much later
hunger satiated
he threw her out.

Her broken soul
a chewed-up
bone piece wails.

*Inspired by a Lagna Ray poem.

Reblog – Scraps by River Dixon

This piece gripped me from the beginning but man, those last six lines did me in! I hope it touches you as well.

The Stories In Between

Try as I may

There is no denying

The intricacies

In your way

That leave behind

An ache for more

The fingers trace

Delicate footfalls

As hands and knees

Give way to

Desperate scrounging

For one last morsel

Of the way

You looked at me

That night

It lives on

A haunting reminder

That my hands

Are made to

Reach out and

Embrace, not

To dig in shadows

For remnants

Of things left

Behind, feeding

Me for a day

While I starve

For a lifetime

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Reblog – One Card Pull: Ten of Swords by L. Stevens

OUCH!! But not wrong. This is accurate on so many levels. I’ve heard people say that “Pain is my muse” with respect to writing but I think it’s pretty accurate to say that those with a determined spirit would feel the same. For justice and their healing, pain inspires them to overcome and thrive because of it. This piece reasonated with me powerfully.

Everyday Strange

the ten swords
you pressed and
twisted into
my back hurt
and tore me
open but
they became
the best thing
that ever
happened to
me

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The Dawns

with disingenuous, frozen smiles
these callous beings
set out to destroy my faith in friends

far apart geographically
both had crazy husbands
and the same insecurities

how did i pick identical personas
these two made from the same stock
who claimed to have my back

professing their love for me
they left when i needed them
never knowing how to apologize

for years i was in the dark
intimacy took a hit
lesson learned

Just Wrecked

Untitled

once safe and sound
our motion
jostling harmoniously
clicketing along predictably

but that train
left the station
leaving a trail of debris
in the crash

reeling emotions screech
as the brakes are put on
full stop
the damage is extensive

such a jagged mess
to clean up
but the nugatory efforts
fail