How many of us feel….
. Two very weird years, Trapped in a fragile bubble… Just about to burst. . .
Category: poetry
At a crossroad…
. Whenever you find Yourself at a crossroad, Remember to trust Your soft inner voice… Because, In the end There really is No bad choice. The only way You could possibly Manage to make The wrong move, Is if fear Muzzles you into Refusing To choose… .
Sweet… (Late January 21st FFF)
I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date, years before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I…… Continue reading Sweet… (Late January 21st FFF)
Us conjugated…
. I was good enough,Until you came along…And suddenly,I couldn’t have cared lessAbout he, or she in any way.Now it’s all about we,And I don’t mind if you all disagree.Because, LoveWhen we conjugateIt just doesn’t matter what they say…
Triptych…
. . Some people Consider winter nights Boring… I like how Sculptural Light is, when it dances With the dead-looking Trees. .
Soft heartbeat…
. You have to let The city Fall asleep, To have the chance To feel Its soft heartbeat… .
Fairy tale…
. Here I stand, Naked, all shields down, Vulnerable… Before you. Not hiding My scars anymore, Not willing To keep wearing Silly masks, That only fools Believe in… Because you’re no Fool. You read me Like a book from The very start. Cracking all of My secret codes, Outguessing me Time and time Again… So…… Continue reading Fairy tale…
Wrecked…
. Cold and wetTired and exhausted,She layHanging on forDear lifeIn the ruinsOf their battlefieldBed…Her once King,Her once kingdomTorn, destroyedAnd now longGone.The violent silenceMaking her feelThat her very fleshIs getting rippedLike a peel…Slowly agonizing,She looks DeathIn the eyes,Begging for yetAnother breathRefusing to sayGoodbye… . . In response to Fandango’s Fandango’s Story Starter.
After Eight Moments…
. One on one meeting With a glorious sunset… A bouquet of light. . . . If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; Wide angled shot of the sunset through some of the last leaf-baring trees of our neighbourhood.
After Eight Moments…
. Out on a hunt, Under the moonlit skies… I silently howl, Soft muffled cries… Looking up to the clouds My sorrows, I carry. I’m looking for your silhouette In this blurred out city… . . . If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired;…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
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