Hampered

my heart bleeds

so i refrain from you

shed silent tears

that lead to convulsions

the dream is dead

only alive in a picture frame

where space and time is paused

when did your love recede from me

seem to have done the same

our faces buried in a tv screen

as we continue to lean further into oblivion

we lost the game in the final inning

now we’re just a ball and chain

Reblog – Awakening by Reena Saxena

Here’s to always taking our power back! RAWR

Reena Saxena

A fleeting moment
A glimpse of disapproval
veiled in silence
stayed with me
long after 
you’d forgotten all about it…


Today
I decide to move ahead
shaking you and your views
out of my system


you do not exist for me
as much as
I do not exist for you

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Reblog – Was it Love? by Shantanu Baruah

Surely this is something we’ve all thought at one time or another? “Been there, done that!” LOL Thanks for teaching me about ‘miasma’. 🙂

Ckonfab

Love what we thought was, has now transformed into a miasma of reeking thoughts, and now I think, maybe it was not love

Shantanu Baruah #byme #amwriting


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End of Bliss

Redux

I Write Her

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Love, becoming one.

Intensity together.

Then pain. Two again.

**The image prompted a reliving of my personal moment but click here for what inspired the artist to create this beautiful sculpture. Click here to see another perspective of the moving version.

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Reblog – the trees by George Ellington

Viewing this as if written from a woman’s perspective, I could relate to this tale of feeling deceived. Although, to muster the strength to leave gets harder as you get older.

George Ellington

I remember, you know,
how your eyes sparkled
when I entered the room,
and I felt myself to be
so much greater a man
than I had ever been—
to be so loved by you.

But in the time it takes
for a heart to stop beating
your love for me died,
and I lied to myself
again and again, hoping
that you would return
to me once more.

And so I, a man of thought
and learning dedicated
to uncovering the truth,
found myself scourged
day after day by a reality
I could not bear to see—
and thus began to weep.

Which is how I know now
that it is time for me to leave,
for the light grows unbearably
bright, chastising my naiveté,
demeaning my once eager will.
I have seen trees grow and die,
and it is not for me to outlive them.

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