Love is like a crunchy leaf in the cooling temperatures of Fall
Hanging on for dear life wanting, needing, trying to muster the call
Suffering but gripping a branch in the powerful onslaught of relentless wind
Sometimes true love can hold on-but sometimes the leaves girth isn’t wide enough
As it loses its grip, the leaf, like love, dies and becomes part of the earth.
Daily Prompt: Leaf
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These broken wings smartly sting but if you listen closely they also sing
Songs of sadness, songs of loss, songs that prevent me from paying the cost
It must be paid! Wisdom cries out, searching for someone to take the blame.
But I have suffered, I’ve been alone. What more do you want- to share in my shame?
Daily Prompt: Sting
Tell me the truth you are deeply enamored by my blue eyes
My eyes glisten and shine like the infinite stars in the sky
The sky grips the sun and the moon glances back towards the sea
The sea raises its waves to the Creator and then bends the knee.
Daily Prompt: Enamored
O’ why can’t I get out of here! Is it comfort, malaise, or not knowing how to deal?
I stare blankly into your eyes and you grasp me firmly in your arms- I scream, let me go!
You look away and then turn back with tears- what story line have you dreamed up?
This is it, yes is it, there is no other way. I push you off the cliff and you holler, still holding my hand.
We lay beside each other on the ground, black eyes shining- and a single raven…circling around.
I’m looking for myself today because I’m all alone* I glance out the window and think of my former home *Where have I gone, What have I done, I bend down and pick up a stone*He’s rejected me again, I’m pulling out my hair, will I ever learn? *The rain begins to fall and tempers start to flare*The sound of anger in his voice and his callous stare just breaks my heart and brings me tears*I’m looking for myself today, as he decided not to love me, and is no longer here.
Cranberry lips leave a thin line around the rim
He doesn’t remove it- thinks it’s hot and I’m fine
Wet lips explore his mouth and he tastes me like sweet candy
Relishing the intimate moments we’re daring to share
In the quiet of the moonlight we take our time to touch
To feel his large hands cupping me it’s almost. too. much.
Love or lust? Does it matter? Do I care?
His dark eyes and warm tan body makes me want to sin
Suddenly we are skin to skin and my hand rubs up and down him.
I am somewhere else not where I am lost in this daisy atmosphere going up, up, up
I was in a good place the other day but now I’m drifting away- too far, too much
As if there were no gravity to hold my soul in place and it hurts as it’s being torn out
The bpd is getting the best of me driving people I love away- even after he took me back
What kind of a fool am I that my mind torments me so as indelicacy grips my ribs and won’t let go
Will I survive another day to endure more of myself or at least what is left of this mad hat sanity
I am somewhere else not where I am and lost in this daisy atmosphere.
Trying to unravel these ravings that ravish my mind tied up as they are in time
The dirtiness abounds the cravings become and I try to behave like a normal being
Mortal wounds flare up and push me down as I fondle these letters in my soft hands
Unraveling feelings until raving and partying ravishes my mind warped in time.