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Reading Me…

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“Shh…”
Sober command to a shattered heart.
I am trying to read.
Pensive gaze transfixed,
content with chocolate in hand,
staring into the looking-glass of my own words…
“Shh…”
I am trying to read.
“Evolve, Dear Heart,
Stay your course.
Steer your soul toward solitude.
The coming world is a lonely place for the chaotic.”
“Shh…”
“Breathe, eat your reesecup and live vividly,
as if your dreams had come alive,
because they will.
His loving proposal will come in 2018.
Avoid the convention to choose differently than I did.”
“Shh…”
“Listen to your inner voice and meditate.
It will help to prepare for losing our job in 2022,
but the transition to editor will be smoother.
P.S. the weight gain wasn’t caused by the chocolate!
It was stress, so be mindful of that too!
“Shh…”
Sober command to a fragmented mind…
I am trying to comprehend.
Would I listen and prepare?
In that moment, if known in advance…
looking into my destiny,
mirrored by my own words…
“Shh…”
Last bit of reesecup… song coming to an end…
All thoughts finally silent…
“Shh…”
Time for sleep
and silently tossed the letter aside.

©Daydreamer

This poem posted for Loneliness / Solitude3WW Week No. 415Theme Thursday for February 12, 2015 – SWEETSPoets United Midweek Motif ~ Glass(es)The Tuesday PlatformMag 258, and Poetics: A poem from the future.

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Writing Me

I Can't Write Stories by HQHeart

a poet unrefined yet amicable
thought frivolous by the masses
a student once
confined by society’s classes
and still none of the above
a woman a mother
friend lover
a writer beyond the labels
a writer as long as i’m able
i am my pen
i am my words
i write
i fight
i free the masses
stuck in countless classes
i write because it heals
it conveys the way i feel
a portal so I know the world is real
it is all i know how to be
my mirror
through which the world sees
me

©Daydreamer

Posted for Writing, 3WW Week No. 411, and Me.  Please view and comment on some of the other poems posted as well!  Enjoy!

Life Swim

Photo by Elena Kalis
Photo by Elena Kalis

 

 

distant
sullen
brooding
adjectives used to describe a life
“I’m going swimming”
an irrational, yet distinct cry
for help
rest
peace
she thought it was all she’d need
but they gave no heed
floating
they thought she just needed to find herself
misconception
misdirection
blurred perception
if corrected, could have saved a life
floating by

©Daydreamer

 

Posted for Poetic Visions3WW CCCXLIII, Peace, Mag 182, and Meeting the Bar: Getting Tight (in here).  Please join in the fun and comment after linking!

 

 

Nai(E)ve

Sunny Day by Jamajurabaev
Sunny Day by Jamajurabaev

 

His accusation was more than I could endure

Seeing damaged goods where once I was pure.

Adam had put his trust in me, while I in another.

Cursed are my seed, because of me… the world’s mother.

The destruction of all to follow rests with me,

but how could I know an Eden resident was capable of such deceit?

©  Daydreamer

This post can be found at:

Fictional Point of View3WW CCCXXV,

Theme Thursday for April 18, 2013 – ACCUSATIONS

Love Light

Absolute Regime II by Quarion on deviantART
Absolute Regime II by Quarion on deviantART

We were and idea…
blazing light, left at night
to burn in solitude
and silence.
Filament of sentiment,
seething and caged.
Greeting the morning sun
ablaze,
for days,
and still we burned.
Fighting a fading memory
in a globe too fragile…
a base to small
and still we try once more.
Attempting to hold fate
in failing hands
too cold for our warm hearts
and we fall…
embers or shards…
depending on the mindset.
Nevertheless…
We are too late.
Gases of destiny escape
and we cannot go back.
Life happens at the speed of light…
each moment a fight
to live,
to love,
and we must be careful.
Lest we lie broken…
an old idea,
dead light in cold night…
alone in solitude
and silence.
Filament of sentiment…
fragmented…
Waiting to cut or burn
someone else
depending on the mindset…
©Daydreamer

 

Posted for Castle of Glass and Late.  Please come see some other awesome poets!

I Remember…

Artwork by Joseph Lorusso
Artwork by Joseph Lorusso

I remember your cologne and the way it made me feel.

I remember how the scent lingered for hours,

reminding me that I was yours;

that I had experienced some semblance of passion!

Fahrenheit…

as in one hundred degrees and rising!

I remember…

 

I remember sneaking home all those nights.

I remember the rampage dad went on when caught;

reminding me how cumbersome it was to have parents.

Too many years before adulthood and freedom.

Independence…

Three years and counting!

I remember…

 

I remember the first ring you gave me.

I remember how committed we were,

reminding me of all the years I spent chasing;

good fun-loving years, yearning…

love…

It’s all I really wanted.

I remember…

 

I remember the years of broken promises.

I remember the wasted youth,

reminding me how many nights were spend grounded;

just for a few extra moments with you.

Sacrifice…

morbid,I know,

but I remember…

 

©Daydreamer

 

Posted for Sacrifices3WW CCCXVI, Scents, Committed, Mag 155, The Poet’s Toolbox. Come and enjoy other great poets!

 

 

Elegant Seduction

Long Goodnight Kiss
Long Goodnight Kiss

 

Merciless.

Shadowed secrets

roam sidewalks… questioning.

Begging permission… forbidden fruit…

Yes or no? Enticed seduction

tastes the whispers of your lips.

Curves shimmer, flames in darkness. Embarrass innocence…

Beguiling wiles backfire, missed the long goodnight kiss.

Lady in red seduces, but still holds herself elegant.

©Daydreamer

This piece is submitted to Yes or No3WW CCCXV, Secrets, Verse First ~ One Word At a Time, “A” List Toads, and OpenLinkNight ~ Week 82.  Come see what the fun is all about!