This piece speaks for itself…
walking side by side
like corpses that abide
abide by boredom
in ungraceful stride
awkward looks
routined ways
together trottin
like a pair of strays
their dying faces
at boring places
tell their story
of past gone glory
loneliness
galore
together
even a bigger bore
rejecting
true desire
afraid of sparks
igniting a fire
surprise surprise
it’s love’s demise
Who wouldn’t want to be caught up in this moment? 😉
Totems she left behind
what lost?
What gained?
cinereal clouds pierce cimmerian dusk
your fingers fastening in my hair
we interlaced in one another
le plus vieux pont, la plus jeune émotion
lineament of women,
crossing from mortal to sempiternal
drawing you to me, redolent with love-making
I empty myself inside you, like flowers plucked will dry
and retain their incense
your neck a budding posy of marble obsidian, onyx, malachite, rose quartz
pillowed thighs, yielding beneath entreaty
a woman is nectar, ambrosia, a mist on the breath of dusk
her center a temple to invoke
donne-moi ta soif laissez-moi vous rassasier
entreat the reciting of capture til we ripen into rapture
wordless in renewal you lend me promise,
I bestow the eternal endeavor turning metal dial,
through tempest comes outlying supplication of wireless reverie
Dormir sous les vagues
it’s 1999 again and we’re drying our wet socks on hot…
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Even in the aftermath of a broken relationship, as trying as it can be, there can be hope for a better future especially when we can lean on our support system.
Once………..
I Was Not Dependent On Anyone
I Was Alone
I Was Very Happy
No Cries
No Sorrows
No Worries
No Wounds In My Heart
One Day He Came Into My Life……….
He Gave Me Lots And Lots Of Happiness
He Made Me Laugh Even When I Don’t Want To
He Gave Me Support During My Failures
He Scolded Me For My Mistakes
He Helped Me Though He Know That I Can Do That By Myself
He Said That He Will Be There To Catch Me When I Fall
My Life Changed A Lot….
I Fallen For Him
I Became Dependent
I Really Forgot About Everything
Thought He Was My Everything
I Was In A Fantasy World
But…
Truth Hits Me Hardly
I Don’t Know
What Made Him To Like Me?
And Now
I Really Don’t Know
What Made Him To Hate Me?
I M Only Having Questions
I Am…
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This piece gripped me from the beginning but man, those last six lines did me in! I hope it touches you as well.
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
So well said in just three lines…
absent, yet present;
delicate situation,
a collapse of heart
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This piece resonates so deeply! Whether feeling a huge loss or missing that favorite person, this brings up so many feelz. :_(
If I close my eyes
I can almost
spirit you here
your beauty
your body
your smile
your scent
your heat.
But almost
isn’t anywhere
near here.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Casey Baugh
Written a couple of years ago. Yet almost is never near enough.
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I am editing another Anthology in collaboration with CrossTree Press called The Kali Project.
If you are an Indian woman Poet/Artist (or you know of one who may be interested, either in India or internationally) please consider submitting work to The Kali Project. This anthology is a collection of poetry, prosetry, and artwork from women of Indian heritage, in response to the courageous determination of Indian women to gain full equality in India.
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Who hasn’t lived this scenario? I think as humans we are destined to experience heartaches, how we survive them determines our future.
You are no longer my beloved
You are not my adversary
You still produce strong feelings
In me
I am still grappling with them
My mind and heart unsettled
The labyrinth
The solution remains hidden
What is it we are now?
No definition seems to exist
© 2019 Jason A. Muckley
I love, love, love his piece!!! Perfect title for the process of evolving into who we want to become. My hat’s off to Frank! 🙂 Enjoy!
Every book that I read
Every movie that I see
Every song that I hear
I let it change me
…
Every person that I meet
Every event that I partake
Every emotion that I feel
I let it change me
…
Like a snake
Shedding its skin
Only to cover itself
With a new one
To let go
Of the parasites
To reach
A new stage of growth
…
Every step that I take
Every choice that I make
Every breath that I take
I let it change me
I simply loved the raw truth of a woman’s strength in this piece. It reminds me of the current cultural motto “Nevertheless, we persist!” RAWR!! And the title – awesome! Great play on words. 🙂
and as she walked away, she
took it all with her
dignity
anger
hurt
love
