Reblogs – Redcat & Jeff Flesch

An ending or a beginning?

Girl Blue – A Love Song by Redcat

Girl blue
What’s love done to you
Girl blue
Your heart torn in two

Whirlwind is through
He has left you for her
His love, never true
Sneaked around, lied to you

Girl blue
What’s love done to you
Girl blue
Your heart torn in two

Pink dreams, crushed, adieu
Sad sorrow, shines from you
Once turtle doves flew
No more dreaming for you

Girl blue
What’s love done to you
Girl blue
Your heart torn in two

No hugs, no rendezvous
Lonely nights before you
Cold winter storms brew
Raging winds to cleanse you

Girl blue
What’s love done to you
Girl blue
Your heart torn in two

of love and honor by Jeff Flesch

houses made
of straw, and
fortresses,
created
on the shifting
sands of time,
without knowing
of another relevant
offering.

ensues,
instability,

during,

the most
prestigious
journey,
of a life lived, of
love known,
and loss
betrothed.

wedded,
hand-in-hand,
we search for reasons,
contemplate
the faltering, and
fight
the quell
on the inside.

battling back,
we retrace
our steps,
and begin to create
new foundations,
one brick at
a time;

laying them
one upon another,
in a fantastic
lattice,
of love
and honor.

Privileged

Redux

I shed my layers of hardness.
The best and the worst of me exposed.
Laid bare all my unspoken evils.
I trusted you’d see me as sane.

My heart wrapped around yours for safekeeping.
Pleasure replaced agony.
Excitement replaced fear.
Love embodied our present.

Am I privileged or are you?

Originally posted September 30, 2018, on I Write Her.

Game Changer

Inspired by Reena’s Xploration Challenge #290 &
Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Noncommital

one lie does not erase a thousand truths

the memories of joy we’d created
the pasts we thought we’d heal in unison
the children we’ve raised together
the future we hoped to embody as one

allowing that lie in
letting it multiply
showed me something insidious
being noncommittal broke our foundation of trust

that one lie changed us forever

Reblogs – Frank Solanki & The Blighters Rock

You either get her, or you don’t.

Conversations by Frank Solanki

I: I
Her: (sigh)

I: Me
Her: We

It Is She by The Blighters Rock

is it she
that births the tears
of joy and pain
is it she
who made the madness
crack my soul again
is it she
who drives the clouds
away from darker days
is it she
who shines like sunlight
into my waiting gaze
is it she
who makes complete
all the parts of me
do I really
need to question
it is she, it is she.

Reblogs – A Faded Romantic’s Notebook & Michelle Ayon Navajas

Once in a while, a special relationship comes along that has us firing on all cylinders, and feeling an implosion may be imminent. They are hard to ignore, hard to forget, and will occupy our minds for years to come. And if we’re lucky, will last a lifetime.

Germination by A Faded Romantic’s Notebook

Once that dark

decadent

dangerous

but oh so delicious

seed

has been planted

in her fertile

creative

intelligent

imagination

it cannot help

but grow.

I Thought We Lost It by Michelle Ayon Navajas

i thought we lost it

that with which why we love

the most together

the endless conversations

the pointless arguments

the nonsense “sense of humor”

i thought we lost

who wouldn’t?

time and distance

made us strangers

life changes and perspectives

made us different people

or so i thought

i thought we really lost it

i really thought so, that

there wouldn’t be stories to tell

there wouldn’t be crazy theories to argue

there wouldn’t be silly jokes to laugh with

i thought we really really lost it

but i was wrong

for no amount

of time

or distance

can break

that crazy bond

that crazy connection

we have,

only for each other

Three Little Words

Redux

Don’t say

Untitled

but rather…

soothe an ache
hold my hand
watch me sleep
rub my back
make me laugh
be with me
talk to me
play with me
dry my tears
keep me warm
listen to me
don’t be arrogant
kiss my lips
really know me
get me soup
touch without expectation
ease my sorrow
hug my soul
cry with me
dance with me
please be vulnerable
make eye contact
forgive my failings
care for yourself
sex me right
cook us dinner
walk with me
don’t lie, ever
read to me
hold me close
silence my demons
reach into me
never leave me

Originally posted on 9/25/2018, I Write Her.

Steadfast

Redux

There’s comfort as I bathe in your loyalty.
I can count on your faithfulness to the script we are writing.
This love story of commitment and devotion is like none other.
I adore your dedication to our cause.
I can depend on you, my reliable partner.
You’ve been steady, for the most part.
True to me, for the most part.
A constant when the world wasn’t.
My staunch champion, solidly there for me.
I think you can be trusted.

Originally published 9/18/2018 on I Write Her.

Reblogs – Penny Wilson & Charles Robert Lindholm and Angelique Rose

Great love can bring out the best and the worse in us…

When I Dream by Penny Wilson & Charles Robert Lindholm

When 
I Dream 
It’s About You 
always has been just 
You  
 
No 
other person 
could ever be 
my one and only  
Love 

I Became a Person That I Didn’t Recognize by Angelique Rose

I walked through golden lit coals without falter 

.

.

I burned through the walls of poison ivy without a scratch 

.

.

Even being stoned and beaten without release 
Was not a match 

.

.

My shoulders straight back 
My chin never defeated 

.

.

I trekked through this life with my head held high
My conscience pure 
I had all I needed

.

.

But yesterday 
Your fingers slowly released mine 

.

.

What was once interlaced 
And intertwined 

.

.

Was now empty and free 
Our love
No longer clandestine

.

.

I felt my legs weak 
My hands fumbled 
My speech so lost 
I stumbled 

.

.

Without the support of your grasp
I lost the ground beneath me 
I lost the sky above me 
Everything I thought I needed 
I couldn’t see 

.

.

Across the golden lit coals 
I cried 
Crawled 
Despised 

.

.

I became a person 
That I did not recognize