thoughts: they come
And perhaps they are not arguing per se… but to my eye and mind… it seems to be argumentative. Allow the picture to engage your mind. What do you see?
I suppose she could be admiring his work. Content to wait. It is a serene setting… but can you see my point of view? 🤣😝
your jealous lips
sucked me dry
left my breasts hanging
clipped on the laundry line
stained by punk pink
let me
work longer
dig deeper
shallow graves
hide secrets
before unseen
walked blind
amongst thorns
senses perceive
danger lurks
breath heard
and held
longer days
shorter nights
hell descends
Saudade
Saudade is a deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for an absent something or someone that one loves. It is an infinite emptiness of someone or something you yearn to have which may or may not exist. It brings sad and happy feelings altogether, sadness for missing and happiness for having experienced the feeling.
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woke
with a spirit
busy bees
buzzing in my head
propped atop my hands
i listened
for a while
making sense of nonsense
or was i
making
nonsense of sense
planning my day
have a terrific Sunday 🤗❤️
your words
are poetry too
stagnant in my mood
not sure
how to respond
should i rake the leaves
leave them to mulch
against the chilled wind
ready to depart
east to west
rolling rock down the hill
i am
colors are confusing
suddenly
no longer my hue
your rambling along side
refusing to honor
my worn hands…
tossled glide
through this planted forest
pick me a bouquet
bring back a smile
we can watch
the glittering light
ascend and rest upon
our heads
not wanting anymore
i am running away
trashing the pain today
watching it ooze under
our rattling bones
spoke louder than thunder
the lightening bolts you choose
hardly lit my way
as i sank to your biting words
remember the disfigured
my only beating
happened to the tock of your watch
I only liked a poem… it struck a chord… an invisible bloom, now withered. You rape my mind… blow dust in my eyes… play victim while i sit crying.
Why? the questions we ask… sit by the door… better to lock our heart then explore. The day is dark, the night is long… friends grow cold when they get bored.
My swollen eyes… now realize what i fool i am to believe you could change… while a shining star illuminates my mind. Broken pieces, easily mended, lay on the floor…
the map spread out… pens run out of ink… words sink… to the bottom i drown.
you found me
under a doormat
wiped your feet
at the sink
there is no blame
if we both contain
sharp edges
and needles
(tbc…)or the story
ends with the same
four lines drawn
in the sand
or maybe we
surprise
and pour each other
a cup of Oolong Tea.
take sugar
or cream?
muddied waters
lead to dreaming…
