the outlier

They caught me flirting with broken words the other day, and blamed me for the time lost trying to get them back in line.

Then they condemned me for wooing unfinished thoughts to dance beneath the moonlight, and claimed I was a distraction while they were on the way to being complete.

I’m beginning to think that they are just looking for an excuse, because I do not speak their language, yet I seem to enjoy soaking in their love notes.

~~~

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forsaken

A sigh released
into empty space
nobody bothers to listen.
Suspended it stays
till echo decides
what to do.

~~~

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panacea

Maybe a touch, maybe a kiss
maybe even just a chance for us
being still and silent
warm in the darkness.
You, right next to me,
our hearts beating in sync~
a cure for all pain.

Always,
touches, and kisses,
please.

~~~

For #WhisperingNeds 98

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a grave disturbed

They came just after midnight
with a note from the powers that be
to dig up wooden box
and retrieve the gold-plated leaf.

Each one too stubborn to listen
to pleas not to disturb the grave
where the box was buried
along with memories.

The soil was just drying
when their boots heartlessly stepped and stomped
leaving unwanted footprints.

Dawn saw the box pried open
and the morning wept
as the air of sadness stirred into anger
witnessing a piece of memory now struggling
to stay buried in the past.

~~~

For #inpoems 422 ‘every time I healed you cut me’

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heartless

Poking at the wound
while hiding behind a mask
what were they thinking?

~~~

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my words and nothing more

Was it my heart you wanted
or mere words to worship your eloquence
spreading seeds in desolate land?
You found beautiful verses
wrapped in fuchsia box
threw away the lines I drew for you prettily
swallowed by the darkness.
Though I am
shrugging off the crumbs,
look closely and you will find
how they are embedded
into each dawn.

~~~

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how love kills

A heart
falls in love
with everything and everyone
in the entire universe.
It pulls
like a magnet
all things breathing
with merciless passion.
It draws
powerful lust
from four corners
of the world,
from the north to the south
from the east to the west
feeding off their energy
missing nothing,
nothing,
in between.

A heart
that absorbs
your time, your space,
leaving nothing behind
for you and me.
Our remnants
clutch emptiness
till there’s nothing left to do
but to sit and watch us
sucked into a bottomless
vortex.

~~~

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wanted

“Lips to kiss
the pain away.

Eyes that see sorrow
behind a smile.

Hands wrapped
around her shoulders.

A heart that loves her
and only her.”

~~~

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