Tag: Poetry

Lipstick on Broken Glass

“Love! Love until the night collapses!” ― Pablo Neruda Let me go mad –While the sun sits pretty in autumn sky Let me raise my glass –to a long life all these years gone by Let me drift away- with falling stars on an obscure night… Continue Reading “Lipstick on Broken Glass”

In The Distance

From far in the distanceCrashing waves careenOn a starlit rocky shore- His lantern lights the paththrough rustling grass And shifting sandsDown to the ocean’s floor, For he hears the call of sirensBewitching his lonesome heart‘Come and suffer nevermore.’ dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille

#Haibun: The Path I Walk

I am always filled with apprehension this time of year. Even though I love fall and all the wonderful joys it brings, the season still fills me with dread.The reason for my apprehension is one many women can sympathize with. I was diagnosed with… Continue Reading “#Haibun: The Path I Walk”

Blinding Light

Those momentswhen the mirror is clearare like chasing black crowswith my piercing eagle eyesgleaming with clarity. Tomorrow’s news will comebut the longer I live, our futurebecomes less, for there isa torrent of chaotic madness When a true path forward becomes lostall bright dreams of… Continue Reading “Blinding Light”

Gone

“She’s mad, but she’s magic. There’s no lie in her fire.”  ― Charles Bukowski Among the silk grey ashesa blackened locket liesfilled with eternal promisesof a full and loving life But when the Santa Anaslit up the fiery western sky,all that was left of themwas… Continue Reading “Gone”

I Drank the Moon,II

“She didn’t quite know what the relationship was between lunatics and the moon, but it must be a strong one, if they used a word like that to describe the insane.” ― Paulo Coelho, Veronika Decides to Die I drank the delicious moon one balmy night as… Continue Reading “I Drank the Moon,II”

Behind Vacant Eyes

“Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.”  ― Charles Bukowski To the outer world she is gone- Bat-shit crazy, delusional, lostDefeated, lonesome, aloneHer heart… Continue Reading “Behind Vacant Eyes”

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