If I say everything that flows through my head, the world would freeze in fear. Instead I suffocate my thoughts into nothingness…
Mo- ments drawn out of past calamities to painful to forget but easy to remember the caution of not repeating.
Stretched out imagination pinning for an influence to drunk out to respond.
Tortured thoughts of flash scenes not the thing of the pleasant flash mobs.
“How did I get myself here? ”
“Why did I allow it to happen?”
Happy 15th birthday to dear ole Wikipedia.
I am grateful for all those 8 years, you helped me.
My lecturers said we could not quote your work
Because anyone and everyone writes your post.
I understood their views on credibiliy however
Wikipedia you explain so many subjects in a
Simple manner. When I could not understand so many
other, I understood you.
So cheers to you for many years and my frequent visits to
What happened to all the dreams as a child, the simple ones to develop a career, providing for myself?
What happened to the days of planning in a journal what I will do by age 25, 30 and so on?
What happened to all the fruits that should fall from hard work?
What happened to 2015 turning into my year?
The answers: NOTHING.
NOTHING good comes out of people like me, the people who be even mad at my struggle. Can you imagine people being jealous of a struggling, suffering person? Is that what the world has turned.
Then you have the ex boyfriend who messed up but will not leave you alone and his girlfriend who is adamant that you are the one who is after him. Someone needs a reality check.
This is not a piece for encouragement or inspiration. It is a frustrated words that need venting.
To peek into your mind, just to see how you feel.
To touch your heart , just to feel your thoughts.
I know you remember me, it is not a boast.
For I know I left a touch of forget me not.
The same bloom you left its seed to grow in me.
One day I will make you run
faster than a Cheetah
to spread your black cloak
One day I will defeat you
it may be a breath before
death but you shall never
Sailors, soldiers, titled/ranked or not: death was indifferent.
Their bodies mark the parched battle grounds drenching
memories as an everlasting stamp on this land.
Laying in their graves they salute the surroundings with
flourishing poppies, waving their spill blood.
Tall and beautiful the red of each flower tells a tale,
of each fallen man English, German, French…
Do you hear it?
My interpretation for the above photograph for Magpie Tales Prompt for this week. Always remember, that in the midst of war, if you are safe at home someone is out in the elements protecting you. How does that make you feel?
Shackled to the root of
despair, willing to but
cannot shake it free.
Screaming thoughts stretching my nerves
into aching arching figures which
creates shadows over mumbling.
What are they saying?
What do they want?
Why do they torment me?
Why do they mock me?
They are touching my memories,
flowing sadness into joy.
Somebody, anybody, HELP!
See them creeping closer and closer.
“Noirfifre, Noirfifre, Noirfifre
wake up, wake up, wake up
you were having a nightmare, AG AIN.”
Drenching in sweat, trembling
breathing deeply, in out, in out.
It happened again.
My first attempt at Magpie Tales weekly prompt challenge. The poem is my response/interpretation of the image featured above.
You press my buttons although they have no knobs.
I feel you when you are not around.
I feel you holding me, I feel you touching me ever so gently.
But there are time when you infuriate me!
Communication is key, it is a necessary for us to grow and sustain.
Do not ASS- U- ME that I am feeling a certain way if I did not tell you or I showed you to that extent.