Tag: past
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15 Years Later
If you asked me 15 years ago If I thought that time could heal that wound I would have looked at you – A rawness in my eyes, My light nearly all consumed – And I would have told you with intense certainty that it would never fade away A hurt that great is itself…
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In Her Tears
Yesterday I wrote a poem called “Heartsickness“. During my search for a suitable photo, I found the one featured above. It caught my eye and even though it wasn’t quite right for yesterday’s piece I felt it deserved to be shown off. So I have written a poem which was inspired by, and is dedicated…
art, beauty, fears, heart, heartbreak, hurt, inspiration, letting go, lies, life, love, pain, past, photography, poetry, relationships, sadness -
Foreverie
Once upon the daylight blue, A longing was drawn in vivid hues, And sat lucid in her reverie, For times that she and he once knew. Painted on her memory’s eye, Thoughts flittered like a butterfly, They tickled at the brink of truth, And swaddled her mind in a dulcet lie. He no longer walks…
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Exposure of My Heart
Oh how I miss you, When I held you you taught me just who I was behind the shutters, You showed me my true colours, That I was like no other when I bled; I saw crimson, I saw claret, I saw carmine, and I saw scarlet, And now you’re gone, My love, Most all…
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The Painting
Painted is perfection, The story of great love, A tale of fated spirits, And the best is not enough. Painted is elation, The joy of fated souls, Shared devotion in abundance, Giving more than one heart holds. Painted is completion, Two hearts fused as one, A union of the moon and stars, The heavens and…
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Let It Go
Long wooden pole Splintered Louse infested Makeshift hook at one end Lowered into the water Blindly splashing about Knowing it’s out there Somewhere – Then – The hook catches something Something…big A pungent smell rising Into the night air Mixed with cold sweat Fear With last ounces of strength Digging heals into the fresh mud…
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The Edge
Where do I go from here? Standing at the edge of my future in fear Reflecting my past in my tears? The now presents itself shrouded by a cloak of darkness, Its stealth preventing my freedom, Its starkness inventing the reason that I live without breathing, I dream without sleeping and I’ve stopped without ceasing,…