Letting Go – Poetry

The wind whispers implications and nudged me towards a hope

A hope of something whimsical but forgotten

When I left the tide ripped a hole in my memory

And altered something that was once magical

My recollection

And pushed me past lost

Something rare dangling in a breeze

Like the kite I flew with granny as a kid

I veered the unforgivable trying to balance its weight

Like words it was heavy and difficult

I tried to keep it (you) in my grasp

Till the whispers became vengeful

And forced me

To just

Let

Go

I love when I find a treasure here on WP that challenges me to do what I love to do!
Write! Here is my response to “Away” it’s a very beautiful piece written by a blogger named Melissa Lemay, click on the link and check out her blog ❤

DO NOT RESUSCITATE – Poetry

Weights heavy like burdens
In search to erase a thing
A thing!
A terrible thing
No amount of love can resuscitate me
To a normal thing
This empty land mind has swallowed my ethos
They look at me as somewhat of a weirdo
With blood on my shirt and dirt in my nails
I have the stench of lonely only the dead can smell
No person place or thing
Can resurrect me
Normal
I want to will myself a reset
To erase all the regret
My silence cry rivers and my soul is damned
To something morbid and sadistic
And no song I sing can erase the thing
That screamed at me in a dream to wake
Corners turn curves
To shake awake every unhinged nerve
Scream then disappear
I’ve been hiding from the boogie man
Haunted by memories
I will forever be trapped
In this dream
And no amount of love can resuscitate me

Moments- Poetry

Moments of mourning

A laugh

A look

A smell

A sadness

A lingering

Souls make clouds
A soft wind in the stillness

Perfume lingers
A misplaced thought

To remind you

I’m still here

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Just reflecting back on all the loved ones I lost in the last 3 years. I took some hard blows but I know they are always with me in spirit ❤️‍🩹

Betwixt ~ Poe- Estory

I can see it for miles
How fairy dust sprinkled a frown
And turned a grown woman so quickly to a child
~~~
And left a road map on her skin
Moving through time stiffening her like porcelain
~~~
Beyond the portals where 2 people reside
Same person betwixed against different times
~~~
Amongst the archives
Between two worlds
Were both their lives
~~~
Beyond the door she went back through ~ to restore
She wrote a note to herself and the little girl
~~~
This is your future self
And I promise
We’ll be better than we were all the times before

Don’t trust the woman in the mirror she’s got a secret

I know this doesn’t make sense but your going to meet a man on your 17th birthday and he will become your husband

Don’t trust him

To be continued…

Him ~ Poem

I can see it for miles
How fairy dust sprinkled a smile
And thrust intimacy in me for miles
~~~
There’s something in his movement
That softens my fall
I stay close to nature wet from desires call
~~~
Rivers of emotions drives me to his skin
I can’t fall asleep with anyone
I can’t sleep with anyone unless it’s him

Cursed ~ Poetry

I hold my breath to see how close I come to a dream or somewhere in between
~~~
Night falls carelessly and color is made to feel like something shameful
~~~
So I build a barbie and paint her beautiful
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And I day-dream about a world that is faultless
~~~
I’m tethered to a wish
~~~
A hope for something tangible
~~~
Mamma continuously tells me
~~~
I’m pretty
~~~
So I imagine and pretend
~~~
You’s pretty she says
~~~
And I still feel cursed
~~~
And displaced
~~~
By darkness

Pieces – Poetry

He Loves me to Life

Through a Cross Road of Love

Leaves Vacancies

A diagnosed Disorder

Makes me Doubled Minded

And I began Sculpting Tears

That proclaims me Beautiful

That was Restitution

To The Man on the Bus

He saw my Haunted House

And read my Braille

Sunday November 3rd at 1am I will not forget

He Was

Like an Icicle

Melted into me

https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/11/12/sculpting-tears-poem/

https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/10/30/haunted-house-epigram/

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The floors creaked and the halls reeked of many things 

And this house knew just what hell this dark could really bring

Drunken silhouettes lined the walls staring blameless straight ahead

Mouthing bad words backwards of everything this house has said

Toy clowns make sounds that only this house could hear

The little girl who lived inside knew

But the others were unaware

Because her eyes saw thing they didn’t

Then the image would disappear

Mom, dad and little girl walked quietly down the halls

Shadows stared pointing fingers

From behind these haunted walls

The air is cold

The wind is strong

Inside this haunted house

The little girl heard every word

But to the visitors

This house stood quiet as a mouse

Mummified tombs

And vacant rooms

Consumed this haunted house

The stench became stronger

Straight from its haunted mouth

And when she tried to warn others that things were not all clear

They looked at her

Patted her head

And brushed her off as weird

The things the walls would tell her

They often cried out loud

She covered her ears

Shook her head real hard

The words were not for a child

I knew the house was black

But the visitors would say…

What a pretty color blue

I looked at them with tainted thoughts

And just pretended everyone else knew

The things this house would tell me

So shaken by its pain

As I got older…

I started to believe everyone but me was sane

I looked at visitors with squinted eyes

Paranoid by their smiles

I made mental notes of each visitor

And planted them in my haunted files

Their evil grins confused me

Like actors, I watched them take their place

While some blended with the walls

It was hard to hide their face

I told this house to leave me

And stop talking in my ear

No matter how hard I tried

The walls I could still hear

We moved and I was so happy

But the wall where still the same

The haunted house had followed me

And I was unprepared for these fucking games

I met the next door neighbor

A boy about my age

I seen the faces peer at me

Beyond his twisted rage

He had something trapped

He held it close

He kept it in a cage

I knew I had to be dreaming

Please turn this FuCking page!!

I asked him what it was

He said his haunted house

But there was nothing in that cage

But just a simple mouse

I couldn’t make him see

What he believed was really there

I looked at him

Shook my head

And brushed him off as weird

We look from different lenses

And it’s hard to find the truth

After meeting this boy

I knew it was time

To do some construction on this haunted roof

It’s frightening to believe that

I was my haunted house

I silenced the walls

They cannot speak

I WROTE away its mouth

The sun could not penetrate these dark and hollow walls

I try not to answer even when the voices call

Now, the cries are still here

But muffled and not so clear

A lot of the things the house said to me

Was really hard to fucking hear

The meds help tame the thoughts

And the voices from the walls

The house is not that scary

But really very small

The walls are really angry

I suppose because I am FREE

I now know

That this haunted house

All along was really ME

 

Together part 9 – Poetry

We were lost
~~~
Particles of a breeze
~~~
Not much left but debris
~~~
And the thought of living without you brings me to my knees and causes me to wheeze
~~~
Injury to my heart
~~~
Turned dis-ease
~~~
I can’t breathe
~~~
A constant need
~~~
To breed
~~~
Your seed
~~~
Unquenchable feed
~~~
Love has its tares
~~~
I was ill prepared for these desperate prayers
~~~
I long
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For
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You
~~
And me
~~
To be lost
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Together
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To note: Men can sometimes love just as hard as women if not harder ❤

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