Tag: life

Love no more

Love no longer remains, he doesn’t snuggle with me to keep me warm.

Love’s moved out, so love no more.

I don’t have tears just because love’s moved out.

I see other people, as my life continues to pass me by.

He suddenly stopped calling my name.

Love no more dwells, in my home.

He left, on to some other young maiden’s house.

I bid him farewell.

Lovely ,while it lasted and what a sweet perfume I have in my house!

Late night, party memories floating in every room.

Time well spent when loved lived with me.

Love didn’t do me wrong.Served me well. then walked himself out my door.

Left the door slightly cracked open.

A silent farewell.

As I doodled, we fell.

I was walking by and then I saw his, hind marching down the drive.

And I went to the door, cracked opened; just enough to pull a draft.

The brown heavy oak door, eased right open and swung from the wind.

A breeze that bid me farewell.

As I stood in the doorway and watched love walk away.

Love no more, He went away.

I’m not mad, he made my day; when he walked away.

Stormy Nights

Sleepy hollow, beds at night.

Sacredly hollowed.

Pitter, patter, the night runs away.

From dusk to dawn souls wonder,

Uniting in a land, some hatefully swallow.

Gently swayed by our own hearts deepest sorrows.

The night moves and all souls follow.

At night we lay. Begging for the end of our sorrows.

To meet up with old friends and kin long lost to life’s borrows.

Although we know life never gives them back.

At night we swallow.

Swallow our pride and fears.

We barrow strength to fight through the night.

At dawn we start to see….

Basking in the rays of the sun with no summer heat.

We lay in lovers arms, some in spirit; others in truth.

At night I dream of things I have yet to find true.

Stormy Night….

My sleepy soul, wallows.

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Cold Blood

Not bad, but cold.

Slowing my inner flow.

Disturbance to my inner sanctuary.

Deaths knocking at my door

Simply from visiting a neighbor, I grow cold.

Shivers all up and down my spine.

Cold blood, weakened pulse.

Death isn’t easy, neither does it sound trumpets before pouncing upon us.

Seeing deaths got me turning cold. Stirring my spirit, thinking if I’m ready to leave my home.

Say goodbye to my captured soulful life on earth.

Growing up in America you constantly hear how we’re so blessed And God knows best.

But then I think,”What if death was about to hit me dead in my chest. Disrupting the very air I breath”!

Ugh Hugh.

High I swell

Life is short.

But there’s no short phrase telling me how to prepare for death.

Readying me to see it.

Feel it.

And hear about it passing me by.

Deaths got me feeling cold.

As if its forever close.

A shadow hovering igniting my senses.

Occasionally tapping me on the shoulder and pointing at someone else, causing distress.

Forcing my head and my eyes to see.

Then pointing down at his watch.

I squint and stare , but I cant see the hands telling me the time I’ll drop dead.

Deaths got me feeling cold.

Cold blood to the bone.

Death came around and it got me feeling cold.