Between the calls and the texts,
the daily pictures shared,
a world of unsaid emotions
takes space in head as I work;
my partner sleeps on other side.
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Written for In other words
Tag Archives: feelings
Of feelings
How do you channel
the feelings
of love ( and maybe lust )
on the inky nights
you want to be alone
and yet
he refuses to sense
the hidden meanings
of mood swings,
rendering your frustrations
generate the feelings
of being ignored
or ignorance ?
Oh the social norms
to be discreet
about love about wanting
needing
desiring
him, his touch, his ……
Linked to Sunday Whirl and Monthsof the year Challenge
Image source
Battle for Love
How does one react
when
your anticipation
comes to end;
and you stand at
the very crossroads,
you prepared for;
With whom can you share
why
you wish to laugh
on your own tricky fate,
how the confusions and chaos
makes you care less
of what becomes
in coming days.
How does one curb
the idiotic demon called
“i told you so”
when
the words are cast,
the veil torn aside,
the battle lines drawn,
love stands alone
in the ego clash.
I can only try to write what I am going through. Hope it helps to heal and comfort me and my thoughts.
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Written for Trifecta ( Anticipation ) & Two shoes Tuesday ( Share)
Loved and lost
Love was no longer a word,
it was him, me and “the world”
we belong , we do;stay strong , will you ?
the monologues continue,
but love was never lost;
it was us against what not.
You would hope It to remain,
I did.
not him.
You think I am broke ?
Of course I am.
and him.
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Written for Imaginary Garden‘s prompt : breaking the fourth wall.
Also linked to G-Man’s fridayflash 55
Replicated Me
I separate an image of myself
from who I am, or appear to be;
A frail soul in a wax replica of me,
melts and solidifies the hidden anima
as thoughts percolate over damp edges;
my timbered voice fills the hollows
made in marsh heart by acid of reality;
self-healing might not last this night …
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Prompted @ Monday Melting. while the actual inspiration was this image I saw on another blog ..
Jerk !
The punctured ego
wished carnage
of his feelings,
only to realize
he had none –
Jerk ! she cursed,
her heart, not him …
Written for 3ww
Caught by Life
A phantom cloak i wore
of misplaced feelings
and thoughts;
captivated with life,
Opened my eyes about time;
I miss none today
nothing holds that place
that’s for myself to take.
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Prompted @ OSI , Sunday scribblings