Submissions by Maple666
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SWING
I had no idea how much you could miss someone. I mean from the morning until the dark. How you lost your happy place in the park someone took your swing and you're middle aged and acting out like you are aged five having a full-blown tantrum. Except a broken heart isn't playing games it feels like it is digging your own grave, but you are theoretically alive. Living on the outside but dying on the inside. It's hard to see the old routines when your heart high jacks your mind. You're a hostage and the taker but you can't find the negotiator.
#bittersweet
#emptiness
#grief
#heartbroken
#sadness
30 reads
2 Comments
CROWN
When anger and resentment
tear you down and you have
been made to feel like a clown,.
Remember honesty and integrity
and wear them like a crown •
tear you down and you have
been made to feel like a clown,.
Remember honesty and integrity
and wear them like a crown •
#admiration
#courage
#hope
#love
#strength
44 reads
10 Comments
Handle and Key
You are your own handle to doors that you pass through in and out of life. You also put a lock on to keep you safe. You are the only set of keys to you and all your furnishings from the rug to the wonky chair. You keep it as a reminder that being ins’t about perfection a nip and tuck doesn’t make up for how you feel and what’s wrong with being unique at least you are being real. You are selective not selfish to who you open doors too. You could count those chosen few on one hand. They are the most precious possessions you have like artwork hanging on your walls each a bit of Picasso from the...
#courage
#happiness
#hope
#respect
#strength
33 reads
6 Comments
Forever Worn
Love when it slips through, your fingers. you are left with a discarded cardigan. Its seen better days. It has been worn draped from shoulder's who never felt the weight of the world as it was shared and cared for with a label of delicacy and fibres that withstood the test of durability. A double-knit pearl one knit two with a tight stitch which was entwined. You never realised that years down the line it was exchangeable.
Now your favourite is demoted in an infrastructural remodel. It doesn't seem to meet the new guidelines it’s not considered to be a classic staple piece it...
Now your favourite is demoted in an infrastructural remodel. It doesn't seem to meet the new guidelines it’s not considered to be a classic staple piece it...
#heartbroken
#breakup
#conflict
#IMissYou
#bittersweet
39 reads
2 Comments
Comfort Blanket.
A bird was never meant to inhabit a cage. It was given wings to for a reason to spread them and fly freely dipping in and out of the clouds in the sky. That is forsaken in time as the bird accepts its situation with the fleecy attributes of a comfort blanket. Now the bird has forgotten his aerodynamic inclinations and now has no inkling to try and that’s how easy it is. To slide into circumstances, you would have never contemplated let alone live by.
#confusion
#despair
#apathy
#boredom
#fear
30 reads
2 Comments
Self Sabotaging
Yes, is always her no she is back to front in all her ways. Hurt to many times with the obstacle course of love. She can’t jump high enough or be small enough to duck under the fence to meet you at the gate. Opening it always feels like it’s going to be another mistake although she hasn’t even stepped one foot in effort or belief. She just stands while everyone else has completed the challenge and on their way.
No will make nobody stay and it is a defence mechanism fought back in the day when she was torn to pieces a bit of her here and there and she never found the strength and...
No will make nobody stay and it is a defence mechanism fought back in the day when she was torn to pieces a bit of her here and there and she never found the strength and...
#anger
#regret
#frustration
#denial
#apathy
56 reads
4 Comments
The Losing Game .
You go on as life isn’t a game where you have time out and to rationalise everything. I mean after a death of a close one you certainly don’t feel the sun or feel any fun. You’re wailing on the inside and quiet on the outside waiting with feelings that feel like a dose of gastroenteritis all liquidated and pouring out without an answer to how long you will be in cramping pain. No medications not even alcohol will not nip it in the bud it makes you feel worse you actually cry more, and you are in total uproar.
Please stop let me out for time out. I am on all fours. i don’t know...
Please stop let me out for time out. I am on all fours. i don’t know...
#grief
#death
#LifeStruggles
#LifeChangingMoment
#nostalgia
48 reads
2 Comments
Cancer .
I realise that first lie cut deep way beyond a flesh wound. No entry or exit marks it just ricocheted from my head to my heart and stayed with a nauseous feelings of complete dismay . Cancer just walked in and I thought it’s going to take him away and I can’t do anything apart from words of encouragement and kindness and compassion and bucket loads of understanding.
You told me when I was eighteen years old in a very vulnerable situation as I had left my home and family behind after an incident that changed my life from the moment I walked out the door. Fear and loss and feeling...
You told me when I was eighteen years old in a very vulnerable situation as I had left my home and family behind after an incident that changed my life from the moment I walked out the door. Fear and loss and feeling...
#regret
#heartbroken
#shame
#despair
#fear
82 reads
3 Comments
Mountain Top .
If I could weave inside and out and meet myself on the mountain of now. A deep appreciation of a moment that is breathtaking as it’s incredulous. You reached the top despite the falls heck we are just people after all. We don’t always see that all the downs will also have a peak. We guard and prepare for the worst after the seasons of snow and despair, but we forget spring will break and make up for the heart break. When you are six feet under how you can see the wonder? Like a child’s eyes when it’s sees it’s first Christmas tree or learning to walk when you are constantly trying to...
#anxiety
#strength
#motivational
#confusion
#fear
52 reads
0 Comments
First Taste .
It’s midnight and winter and in the dark zero temperature two people aching to meet the other with a fire that burns their souls into a melting mess of legs bodies all askew almost at boiling point. Waiting on the explosion of their first dip of tasting each other. The increased heart rate beating as a snare drum resonated with breath sliding down necks as if was a net to keep this catch forever. Muscles tensing and throbbing and the satisfaction of losing all control with a rhythm of complete lust and trust that manifests into total climatic surrender.
A juice from the fruits of...
A juice from the fruits of...
#love
#romantic
#honesty
#FallingInLove
#obsession
127 reads
4 Comments
Love is Insane.
To feel arms that want to hold you.
To be kissed and feel it.
To be missed and appreciated.
To be smiled at in that secret way
It’s you and me against the world.
To adore a face and a voice as they say your name and you can uncannily hear it miles away.
To think about them and wonder if, they are thinking about you at the same time and be consumed.
To watch the clock tick tock until the end of the day no more work with them it’s just play.
These little things all encompass the characteristics of love.
How euphoric it is to find...
To be kissed and feel it.
To be missed and appreciated.
To be smiled at in that secret way
It’s you and me against the world.
To adore a face and a voice as they say your name and you can uncannily hear it miles away.
To think about them and wonder if, they are thinking about you at the same time and be consumed.
To watch the clock tick tock until the end of the day no more work with them it’s just play.
These little things all encompass the characteristics of love.
How euphoric it is to find...
#happiness
#love
#relationships
#romantic
#respect
136 reads
2 Comments
End of a Chapter.
And I feel it the slipping of your hand from mine the end of chapter, my hands shake. Not knowing if I can turn the last page. When my character meets her demise Scrawled in a black ink calligraphic script shaped with outstanding penmanship. It’s show’s artistic flair and with the nib of a pen I exit the storyline with perfect strokes of black ink I witness a plot twist I had not foreseen am I so blind to all the characters who took my words on the paper. I honestly thought they were all mine but maybe I missed a chapter in my contented fantasy. I am an avid reader.
it’s not...
it’s not...
#heartbroken
#breakup
#TimeHeals
#disappointment
#bittersweet
83 reads
4 Comments
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