Reblog – Twenty-Five Years by Jeanne Marie

Being in a long-term relationship doesn’t always mean it is a happy one. :_(

Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie

Twenty-five years she has spent waiting.
Will he love her tonight?
Waiting for him to shut off the TV,
Put the football to bed.
Dance her around the kitchen,
Arms around her so tight.
But it’s late when the game is over,
and all she gets is a quick kiss with his,
“I’m tired. I’m going to bed. Goodnight.”
Twenty-five years she can’t erase.
In the mirror she sees old pain in her eyes
Remnants of twenty-five years of fights.
Wrinkles dust her once smooth face.
Wrinkles she did not see yesterday
The wrinkles a present of time
Now permanently in place.
Her dreams will never
One magical day come true
Because she wasted her youth
Longing for love from you.
Wrinkles tell her that one day at a time
She threw twenty-five years away
She has waited far too long
To find her happy ever-after someday.
No strong arms…

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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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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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Tina Stewart Brakebill

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living love

I.

dancing to their song

eyes flickering with passion

the night too fleeting

 II.

a faithful promise

of harmonic convergence

binding him to her

 III.

singing a duet

as the days pass too quickly

lifted by their song

 IV.

breathing in true joy

between the tiny moments

two hearts forever

~~~

Tina Stewart Brakebill is a former history professor and (twice) published biographer. Now she spends her days writing for a local magazine and her nights scribbling flash fiction, travel essays, and haikus, including pieces for The Drabble and Pure Haiku. Find out more by visiting her at www.tinastewartbrakebill.com. Tina photo

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Her Hands

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i look at my hands
and discover
they’re her hands

my veins
are not as plump
nor as soft

as a young child
her hands
gave me comfort

her veins
were my toy
to rub for hours

this one allowed act
was solace for me
for her too it seemed

a simple act
of touch
we both needed

the affection stopped
as i grew older
and we moved far away

other memories
were of rigidity and coldness
and superficial acknowledgment

when i found she wrote poetry
i realized
another connection

remembering
her hands
brings me closer still

Reblog – FALLING FOR A SOUL by Onah

This piece hit deep in the feelz! Who doesn’t want this kind of love in their lives?!? I hope you enjoy this one as much as I did. 🙂

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soul

If I must fall again,
I rather for a
soul than a face,
For the beauty of love
Is in the chemistry
Of two souls
Flowing into
Each other,
Until both
Become vulnerable,
Conquering their
Weaknesses,
Their will,
Their differences,
Melting into a
unique substance,
with character,
Mind and body
living in peace
and harmony.

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Reblog – Vampire (edited version) by Charlie Hasler

Oh, this one gripped right from the beginning! It’s a very intense one and so relatable to the desperate feelings one can have.

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I am the vampire in your life, causing the pain and supplying the strife.

Sucking the marrow from your core and helpless soul,

Taking your life,

And consuming it whole.

No cross nor spike, nor illumination light, will help you against,

 My worry, my pain,

My plight.

I am the vampire who takes control, contorting and reshaping your helpless soul.

So,

Hold your bible close, say your prayers, you’re in this nightmare now,

With all my worries,

With all my cares.

Alas,

The vampire you see is not me, it is a mirage of the man,

 I used to be.

And feed I will on your burning light,

Consuming and fading,

Your inner might.

But stay strong, resist my will, fight back and battle still.

The night is long,

As they say.

But have faith in me,

And bring back the man,

I used to be.

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Reblog – I am an illusion by David Guerrieri

What’s your take-away? This piece struck a chord for me but I was wondering if you felt the same. Please comment!

Words Of An Average White Male

It took losing

everything,

to come to the conclusion

that I am an illusion

and we’ve always had

— from the beginning —

everything

to gain.

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Putting Out The Flame

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virtual toy
meant to heighten
and arouse
deep-seated needs
never shared

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dismissing or picking
what suits your fantasy
and longing

hoping this stranger will want you
dreaming of scenarios
jerking off
whatever self-esteem
you have left

titillating stimulation
brought havoc
for the only lusty one
actually
wanting you

unnamed
Marina Abramović