Reblog – Elements by Isha Garg

It’s as if nature is speaking for us in this piece. Enjoy the imagery, revel in the emotions!

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I don’t know what I’m doing or where I stand
before these waves on this forlorn strand
will the waters inundate me and make me flow
or the wind push me away with its aerial force?

Lost in this giant abyss and life’s unbearable heat
I long for the shade, the faraway streets
exhausted beyond endurance, suffered beyond suffering
lone, melancholy, a troubled, broken thing…

Water, carry me now, or Earth, swallow me whole
Fire, leave no traces behind, when to the Air, you let me go…

© Isha Garg

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Reblog – Eccentric Orbits by Frances Tates featured on The Drabble

A reader commented “Exquisite”, I agree. 🙂 Thank you, Frances Tates, for this beautiful piece of deep, heartfelt emotions. ❤

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By Frances Tate

You are moon to my tide,
You pull away – I ebb and flood.
Rare blue moons, I keep up
with your wax and wane.
Hunting through clouds to see
which bloodied or
honeyed face you wear-
which scars and valleys show.
But the black moon, the dark sky
reveal nothing.
I’m not ready to stop trying.
Stop hoping that,
of all the courses run,
one will be your resistance.
I can’t explain why it matters,
what it is about you
I can’t relinquish-
even though you’ve never
been mine to lose or hand back.
I never question my lunacy.

           
Frances Tates writes because, “the words made me.”

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Lorraine Lewis

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COME AGAIN LOVE

Willow
I hide in you
Where the pale winter dwells
Waiting for light to come again
Darkest
Nights cry
In silent solitude for love
Once held in softest hands
Come again love
Call me

STRIPPED

Stripped by winter’s darkest rays
I lie in sorrow’s deep embrace
Tears erupt fill empty days
Disappear in rising haze
Light comes again in unknown ways
Stripped by winter’s darkest rays
I lie in sorrow’s deep embrace

WHERE LIGHT IS BORN

Stuck in
The damp dark earth
My fingers scrabble cries
Rising silently to heaven
The veil
Is torn
By unimaginable pain
I dwell in the darkness
Where light is born
Screaming

CALL ME

Call me
As the snowdrops
Die in pure innocence
While the wild winds roar their rage
Holy
Sacred
Is the silence now as death comes
Sighing in the stillness
Of the last breath
On earth

LAST BREATH

Come lie
In my sighing
Sadness caress me now
As I breathe in woe my last breath
Leaving
Behind
You whom I love dearest of all
Whisk me to the darkness
Quickly now cry
No more

GIFTED

In sun’s
Pure light blinded
I see an open door
With the eyes of my heart softened
By tears
Gently
Dancing with the stars in my eyes
Gifted to me by love
Unseen unknown
Before

~~~

My name is Lorraine Lewis.  I have always written poetry but began to write more in earnest following having serious advanced blood cancer and going blind and becoming wheelchair-bound.  I greatly enjoy experimenting with different forms of poetry, preferring the shorter forms.

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Reblog – Matches and Candles by Varnika Jain

Varnika has done such a beautiful job with metaphors and emotions in this piece. Enjoy!

Moonlighting Scrivener

Some people are like matchsticks

Starting up with a dazzling light

Before flashing and burning down to nothing

A simmering pile of soot

A has been of a never was

And some

Are like candles

Slowly burning

With a subdued glow

Spreading warmth

Giving light

Melting themselves

For your sake

Yet, we let the dazzle

Blind us to the warmth

Probably why my heart is dank and cold today

Rather than a well lit, cosy abode

Strike a match again, will you?

And light up the wick?

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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! 🙂

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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

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Reblog – Today I’m Going

I don’t know about you but I feel like I went right along on their journey. The emotions were tangible. It really hit home for me!

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Today, I’m going

to cry.

Release tears

held back,

way too long.

Today, I’m going

to feel the hurt.

Allowing my hidden

anguish, anger, and

frustration to flow.

In salty tears

streaming down

my cheeks.

I will finally,

let you go.

Today, I’m going

to start to heal.

Crying from

my broken heart,

While exposing

raw pain,

living deep

within this soul.

Should definitely

let me go.

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Reblog – Faceless by Natalie Swift

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Unfortunately, the blog no longer exists. I didn’t get to know Natalie well, but she was one of my favorite reads. I realize that nothing stays the same and for whatever reason, she doesn’t write anymore. It just makes me sad when blogs sometimes just fade away. I hope Natalie sees this post and knows her words touched me. This piece reminded me so much of my thoughts and feelings during the terrible teens and tumultuous 20s. They sure did leave some scars. This was originally published on August 4, 2018.

Faceless

It all started as a game.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve always been a people-watcher.

As a child, I would watch people for hours before even attempting to talk to them.

I’d scrutinize how you spoke. What you wore. When you laughed. What you liked. Whom you talked to.

I would watch and watch, try to figure out who you were. What you wanted.

And once I put together the pieces of your identity, I would form my own, making sure they clicked.

It was like a puzzle that only I could finish and it amused me to have that sort of power over you: to control exactly what you see.

But under all of that, I’d ensured that I was that girl:

The girl you want to speak to.

The girl you share all your secrets with.

The girl you like.


I flit from one person to the next, as graceful as a butterfly.

Always smiling. Always pleasing.

You come to me when you don’t have anyone else, and it’s my shoulder you cry on, it’s into my ears you whisper your darkest secrets.

I soothe. I comfort. I encourage. I motivate. I charm.

And when I’m finally alone, I laugh.

I laugh at the world, at how gullible you are, to think you know me, to trust me the way you do.

I laugh till I cry and then I cry till I can’t breathe.

The tears never end, it seems, they flow and flow relentlessly, leeching me of everything.

The real joke was on me, all along.

And I’d never realized.


I look in the mirror and don’t recognize the shadow that looks back into my eyes.

I don’t ‘like’ her.

I despise her.

I see myself wrapping my hands around her throat and squeezing until the light slowly fades from her eyes.

And then, I realize the girl is me.

The irony: I’d gained the affection of everyone else, only to realize that I couldn’t win me over too.

Alone, I’m a coward. I’m despicable. Spineless. A doormat. A hypocrite.

I morph myself to suit the people around me. My very identity is built on everyone else’s desires.

I’m no one without someone to please. Nothing without a task to complete.

And there is nothing left of ‘me’ now, of the person I could have been.

Before. Before all the masks.


When I look back, all I see is crushed dreams, and when I look forward, I see an eternity of nothingness.

But it’s what I see when I look within that truly scares me.

Underneath all my masks, I am faceless.

Camouflaged Love

love hate

The hate
it comes in waves
you think that’s all there is
there’s more…

Underneath the hate
is a love aching to be healed
able to love again
deeply        better next time

I buried my love for you
you pushed it deeper
and away from sight
waiting for a rebirth

Is it possible to love again
after so much pain
will I choose it
or continue with my hate

Achingly slow is the healing process
one justified reason after another
makes me take my time
to resolve this pain

*Originally published on PhiloSusi 7/6/2015. Reposted with revisions.