Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #140
fun times organized
too much for some attending
waste of alcohol
Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #140
fun times organized
too much for some attending
waste of alcohol
shocking passages
the people’s gilded guidance
inspired words frighten
Tired
The journey
Is so exhausting.
I am weak,
So weary,
I could lay my head down and
Just give up right now.
Manifest
I like to find the witch in me,
sometimes it is so hard to see.
I use magic so I can be,
daughter of the earth, set free.
I attune with the turning earth.
Seasons can bring sorrow and mirth.
Then for what it is truly worth,
of happiness, there is no dearth.
Find answers wherever they hide
That still, small voice that lives inside.
For you have searched both far and wide.
Now manifest a smoother ride!
Forgiveness
forgive yourself first
then forgive everyone else
no matter the crime…
Shadow Self
you will have to learn
to accept this part of you
the dark to your light.
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Carolyn Crossley, known as the ©🦊VixenOfVerse, is a poet and writer based in the Greater Manchester area of North West England in the UK. She enjoys spoken word events very much. Carolyn is a prolific blogger and can be found here: Backfromdarknesstolight.com. Podcasts will be coming! Carolyn’s first feature on The Short of It was on November 20, 2020, and had pieces selected for The Short Of It anthology – The Sound of Brilliance.
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we all have value
but none of us is special
living is so hard
enmeshed, connected
demisexuality
soulmate forever
small pieces of dreams
enter my reality
confuse the present
a social construct
from happiness to the pits
make it a good choice
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
Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #126
please shed your mask, dear
present me the real you
you’re safe with me
their words formed soundless
couples’ silences deafen
watch wounded hearts break