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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!

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

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!

 

 

Obsession

Photograph by Truly Scrumptious on Tumblr.com

 

 

 

his conversation led to a love

hinged on lethal obsession

a sad tale of a friend’s need

for everlasting possession

 

© Day Dreamer

 

Not a true story.  Simply playing around with words and pictures.  Find this poem also posted for 3WW and Theme Thursday!  Hope to see you there!