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drone
Tyrant of Words
Greece 10awards
Joined 3rd Sep 2011
Forum Posts: 2252

Unborn

Will there be
a tomorrow
when the day is done
for the ones yet to breath
tomorrow
may only be
nothing
but a flickering dream
within a hart
that is yet to beat

MayRayn
May Rayn
Thought Provoker
United States 2awards
Joined 10th May 2016
Forum Posts: 113


Seeds of Doubt

Words sometimes skip like stones
across the surface of a limpid lake.
Each kiss makes rippling waves,
peaks and valleys that reverberate.

Or they can surf like a leaf
fallen from a weeping willow,
connecting all points
between here and there.

They may whisper like feathers
across skin warmed by an evening fire,
or a glass of brandy's liquid heat.

Convey love,
banish doubt and fear.
Those words warm me
from the inside out
and outside in.

But when contempt scorches all in its path,
cuts swaths into the ice,
carves an abyss between you and I,
do I distrust the words and the love they bring?

If I forgive you and you forgive me,
is that bridge enough to walk across
the fallow field, plowed under,
burned in the winter,
awaiting seeds of love in spring?

Coolcat101s
Strange Creature
United States
Joined 13th Sep 2016
Forum Posts: 5

Tw: Lilacs

It was a beautiful day  
And the lilacs were blooming
In early May
 
Lovely lilacs, the flowers mom loved best
We took the loveliest branches  
And left the rest  
 
Oh how happy she will be!
Because a house full of lilacs  
Is what she will see
 
We couldn't get lilacs that day
The closest we could find were candles  
To cover the scent of death
Everyone is crying  
Why am I not?  
Why am I so numb?
She looks like she could be sleeping
I smell lilacs as I touch her hand
 
Ice cold
Just like she should have been in the ER
She needs to be iced to save her brain
She needs to be chilled to stillness
But she is shivering  
She is left shivering for hours  
While we await a shift change so someone will take her from the ER  
We say nothing  
We want to trust the doctors but  
 
They are so calm
My mother is dying  
How can these paramedics move so slowly?
She isn't breathing  
Why is there foam dribbling from her mouth?
I don't understand
 
This can't be real
I say as I hear a thud and go back to sleep  
This is a dream I tell myself
I scream in my head because it is not
I could have saved her!
I could have saved her!
I could have saved her!
 
I swallow these thoughts  
It doesn't matter if it's true  
Because my guilt still grows
And it looks like a lilac in bloom  
Those Purple Devils laugh and whisper
She's dead
She's dead  
She's dead
I never want to see them again  
                             
But
 
She smiled  
Looking around her home  
Lilac filled, with air mild
 
Returning from a week of business
She hugged me and dad  
And said she missed us
 
In that moment all was well
We were a full family  
I looked upon the tree and my heart swell
 
My father was right
He said it best  
I'm torn between never wanting to see another lilac again  
And just filling every day of my life with them

Grace
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 25th Aug 2011
Forum Posts: 16069

Sadness

fading colours of old graffiti
splashed on aging walls
an old tap is leaking
wetting the mossy ground

he sits there waiting
for her familiar voice
and flowery scents
he hasn't seen her a while

a funeral held at the cemetery
years ago
is long forgotten
he still has hopes
she might come out one day

the mangy cur looked up wearily
the lady is not coming out today
he is always feeling hungry nowadays
and missing his mistress love....


Northern1
Fire of Insight
Iceland
Joined 15th Apr 2016
Forum Posts: 223

Rubble Island

The boy in the red sweater stood in the middle of a ruined street  
Dazed, wide eyed and seemingly out of place  
His father the fighter was busy with other things  
His mother and sister would tend to him if they could  
But he tried not to think about that    
With ears still ringing, he sat down on a small pile of rubble    
And he waited for the dust to settle and his fears to calm  
 
The girl in the blue sweater lay very still babbling to herself  
Something her mother had repeatedly told her  
It will all be over soon, it will all be over soon    
She was covered in dust, it was on everything  
And in her nostrils and in her throat too  
She took out a little comb and began untangling her hair  
As if that was the most sensible thing to do at the time  
 
The man in the uniform was shouting orders to his underlings  
There were many things to do, he was a very busy man  
He was about to wave the boy away and out of the street  
But one look at him told him it was more bother than it was worth  
He'd wander off eventually, or not, he had more important issues  
One of his men motioned him over, what do we do with this?  
And pulling at a piece of tarpaulin uncovered a little girl in a blue sweater  
She didn't say a thing as the man in the uniform carried her away  
And sat her on the pile of rubble next to the boy in the red sweater  
As a parting gesture he smeared their faces with a bit of blood and smiled  
Remember, cry if you see a white ambulance  
 
They sat quietly for a while, for them there was no rush anymore
Being a bit older, the boy feeling the need to comfort the girl spoke  
We are on an island, nobody can touch us here, we are safe  
It is our red kingdom and you will be my blue queen  
And all around us there is nothing but blue ocean and red fish to eat  
Lets never leave this place, I shall guard it from intruders for you  
The girl in the blue sweater smiled and kissed him on the cheek  
And spoke softly while wrapping her arm around his waist  
It will all be over soon, it will all be over soon

Nova_north
Lost Thinker
Sweden
Joined 11th Nov 2016
Forum Posts: 35

Still I was. Time moved alone.
Left swallowed whole. Somewhere unknown.
 No sounds were heard. No rustles, birds.
Answers kept ungiven. Slow but driven,
 my movement through trees. A single gentle strayed breeze. Quiet stroll. Nothing new to me. Been wandering in circles I feared. "Wait!" I heard suddenly. I stopped and turned around.
 Silvertouched. The moons excuse. Through leaves trembled streaks of white, brightened soil. Creation of puddles below.
 A second wind. An echoing. Your voice was heard, I thought.
 Light in dance and answers none.
Still I was. Time moved alone.

Grace
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 25th Aug 2011
Forum Posts: 16069

LC: Sad Songs

he is gone now
flown with the melody
of his songs
did he dance
to the end of love...
gave his all
a Thousand Kisses Deep...
In his secret life
He said
'You want it darker...'
farewell, LC


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