The broken bottle Lying in an amber spill, The stools toppled like Memories of a cherished past; Who were we, thinking love lasts?
The music was such, Bright magic in which we could play, Until we forgot We were only mortal too, Disassociating us.
I said, “I love you,” Because I have, always will. You answered, “I know,” And that is the reason, dear, We were never together.
In the eaves lie leaves Scattered, plastered like these dreams Only echoing; Waste to be driven away Discarded on barren ground.
Sometimes I write us like a new thing as if we shine diamond bright. In reality, we were the stolen pleasure of a season, a forever consisting of only a few love drunk nights. The dust, rust, tarnish gather as the moments further recede into the emptiness of history.
I have hidden all There remains of my power But more battles come; I will not whimper, beaten, I shall don my armor, sword.
Walking toward what Defines this deviant hour, Ready to exclaim, “The past fades into distance, Our present embraces a change.”
Your touch sends ripples, Sensation through my body, After so long, much.
Somehow, sometime, there Is a chance of change, to be, When happy becomes, Taking over history; Love, money, all the little things. The smiles wild blasting Able to overcome all The mosquito troubles, Discounted into oblivion; Until they, undead, rise again. I look, for once, at you, Wondering, could we be real Becoming something more Than beneficial friends? Remembering how I fail, Time and time, always again; I turn myself around, Expecting to walk – because I cannot survive another breaking – Of my oft shattered, tattered, torn heart; But this time, maybe, one time, My dice roll different numbers; The soul of love knows the game, Infinitely well, it gathers and tells. Your hand brushes my shoulder, My leaving, I hesitate, wait, You softly whisper, “Will you stay?” Going no longer seems The needful thing to do I get a hopeful glimpse Of what might happen if I chose to embrace my dreams. Life evolves from complication, To a rising sense of simplicity And living all on my own Becomes a rumor overwritten By secret looks, shared music, laughter, Bathed in acceptance and respect, Growing perhaps into love beyond What mortal life can measure, Something captured on the intake And outflow of every blessed breath.
You did not have to Be the who you have become, But I am happy You are precisely who you Are, and claim yourself to be.
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As a prompt, pick something dear and create about it. You may choose to share or keep it to yourself. You are the one in charge of how you interact with this reality.
I did something rare overnight. I watched an episode of one of my guilty pleasures. I had not done that since February. Maybe one day I will catch up the show.
Love, like the moment When first, our desire, is seen; Consummates the dream.
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Every touch engulfs My whole being in such joy, Sensation floods me.
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Nothing works always Things break, misfire, and go wrong, But love survives pain.
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Remember the love We shared was more important Than anything earned.
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Giving your heart, love, Away is the only freedom No one can withdraw.
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Our names do remain Despite all traumatic change, Nothing else the same.
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The poem we write Is sometimes all that holds heart, Soul, whole together.
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What you most ignore, Terribly deplore may show Up, right at your door.
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Migraines can derange With their all-consuming pain, Play that song again.
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You do not know what May be or how or when, but You must try again.
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Rain peppers the roof, Me, dry, safe, comfy, aloof, Aware life invades.
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As a prompt, try your hand at haiku. They are a little blast from wherever to whoever.
This very well may be my last entry. I have to find an alternative to WordPress because of the Block Editor. It does not meet my needs. I am very frustrated right now. Nothing I am familiar with works.
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