Redux
Originally posted on May 8, 2018, on I Write Her.
you stopped reaching in to lift me up from my self-loathing
the focus and attention left the us we created together
i live an aftermath of trying to escape my personal hell
but how can i when i’m already gone
Redux
Originally posted 4/29/2018 on I Write Her. Offered here with slight revision.
your words are lies, man
you destroyed the sacred trust
it’s over, it’s done
Romances end, psyches are damaged, and we end up alone. Is being on your own scary or empowering?
The Aftermath by Rishika Kakar
I sit here in silence
surrounded by the echoes
of who we used to be.
I sit here in silence
This Darkness is my companion
how did it get ahold of me?
I sit here in silence
The memories of our past
clasp my throat; I am choking.
I sit here in silence
The tears of your love
in my eyes, are blinding me.
I sit here in silence
There’s a void inside of me
it’s where your promises used to be.
I sit here in silence
Dealing with the aftermath
of an epic love. Your love.
I breathe in. I breathe out.
Inhale. Exhale.
The warm tears
Swell, before they break
Leaving behind
A cool stream
Running down my face
Hiding the remnants, behind
The closed door
Just feet away
From all of life
their words formed soundless
couples’ silences deafen
watch wounded hearts break
Who are we on our own?
There was something in the way
she dismantled herself—
the way she pulled fire from the sun
and burned;
the way she lay face down
in the rubble, breathing in
ash and despair;
the way she tasted the destruction
before she carved herself anew
from the black sky.
This is an excerpt from a piece I’ve written for my book.
Freestylin’ To: Echoberyl – A Prey by Bruised Rose Blossoms
how many times
do I have to scrape the walls
your face climbs
the mountain of my heartbreak
but all I can do
is rain down upon the landscape
of our painted past with the fire of regret
you were wearing black
and I couldn’t take my hands off your hips
or my eyes off of the sparkle of mischief
that was dancing from a thousand yous
the broken mirror
on the floor
the throbbing heart
in my chest
something’s got to give
because I cannot live like this anymore
but still we dance
inside the earthquaking halls
of my dilapidated memory
and somehow
if I’m honest
I still love
what we were
The Season Changed
The season changed
Deranged with loss, oh, how I grieved
The season changed.
Spring lambs leapt; blue skies furled white sheets
A cloudy barge carried your hearse
A setting sun shed crimson blood
The season changed.
The lovely moon
The lovely moon
Sent me into, a trance, a swoon
The lovely moon
Whispered gibberish, silver bliss
Made love to me, sly crescent tease
Winked eternal love, blew a kiss
The lovely moon.
The Death Dance
Death floats above my mortal
Cast-off shell
Adieu, life, as I knew it
The spring wells of joy
The pools of tears,
The daily grind
The nighttime fears
I am to hold hands
Dance above my corpse
With the great leveler
In the holiest temple of all
Without body or address
Dwelling outside time
And space
Where when I flatline
Where I go
Is something now I shall
Come to know.
Will You Be Mine?
I don’t want to be rescued.
Be
My deliverance.
I don’t want to be saved.
Be
My salvation.
I don’t want to be loved.
Unless I can love you back.
Please, don’t open doors for me.
Or offer me your seat.
Be my doorway
To brave beginnings
And I will rise,
Stand up for my beliefs.
Cost of Betrayal
My infidelity did not anger him, strangely enough, it humbled, crumbled, and made him so meek it broke my heart.
Lights Die Out
When he finally cracked, it was a ‘blink and you will miss it’ moment. The twinkle in his eyes extinguished.
End of a Love Story
In short, though I was ready to forgive him, he had moved beyond the need to be forgiven. The end.
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Amrita Valan is a writer from India, and she has been published in many online journals and anthologies. Recently her debut book of fifty poems Arrivederci was published and is available on Amazon.
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shielded by the dark
the frost turns to hard, clear ice
longing for some warmth
Bartholomew Barker inspired this piece from me with his prompt on Living Poetry – Monday Poetry Prompt: Dark, Frost, Long on December 20, 2021 While his image would lead you to think about Winter, my mind went in a different direction. What does it bring up for you?
poor mia, i’ve left her with scars
and tears and whispers in her ear
our last night in st. louis, the end of a tumultuous era
i turn, heading in the direction of my car
i feel her sad eyes on the back of my head, they sear
my heart races
she knows i still care
even now with me being a giant ass
my actions making me seem crass
but it’s just how things have to be, and now are
my wife said ‘end it, ace,
or risk a monumental financial loss’, giving me a scare
but i’ll always remember mia’s soft caress
~~~
I’ve only done a couple of ‘In One Word Poems’, so I thought I would try my hand at it again with these challenges. Christine – Stine Writing posted about this interesting form a while back.
The rules are:
In addition, I wrote this piece from a man’s perspective, something I usually don’t do.
partnership withered
she’s moved on, stop holding out
take off your glasses
Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #118
I’m typically not a fan of this type of music, but damn… these lyrics are amazing! And they fit to this prompt. 🙂 And now, it’s growing on me. lol
Inspired by Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt – Promises
promises not kept
diluting goodwill and trust
the demise of love
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