Tormented ,
Battered,
Challenged,
Almost dead;
Thats how she felt
as she wept and wept
For dreams lost
And the few she
Never met.
He smiled
And laughed
And smilrked
On her state;
Walked proud
Over her body
She never did matter,
Her naked body no more
gave him Pleasure.
It was not
Long before
That she willingly
Had shed her thoughts;
Of shame
Of guilt or sin,
Only to please
The one who
Did not love but prey.
It was never
In his eyes
Or his sweet talk
This betrayal;
She did not
Care for pain
Or the violation,
She only cried for
the moment she enjoyed.
It will not last
This shattered heart
Or even the hate
She nurtured;
Or maybe it will
And destroy it all,
Her spirit,her soul,
Her peace,her hold
on whats real, what not.
– nimue
Tag Archives: she
Mistress of Hell
within the fires of hell,
souls screamed bitter blood,
the air a shade of darkness,
would pause and listen
for a breath that whispered
faith and parise of lord,
or dared to think of peace
in moments between punishments;
that one soul is her prize
to be broken again and again
with whatever means she like,
however long it takes,
there is just no escape
from her bottomless pit of desire,
where neither mortals survive,
nor gods dare to pass by.
that’s the kind of soul
lord sends to set her free
from the evil that shadows her,
to feed passionate fires
into her icy cold heart,
breaking past her words,
like hugs of a small child,
to make a seat in heaven,
she walked out aeons ago.
her lost voice
In the mirror once enchanted,
Trapped lay a beauty protected,
Charmed into a smile
Bound by unknown lies,
She sings of days gone by
And about times to come she cries..
Bottom of the magic pond
Rested the mirror for times long,
The wonder today free for all
Mysteries though remain untold..
In lonely night the lady would stroll
Shedding light on places once lost ..
Prompted @ Magpie Tales
The “some one”
The only name he smiled at,
the only eyes he looked for,
the very smile to flatter him,
the only girl he wished to live for –
today she remains in heart and mind,
a memory of a long-lost time.
From everything to some one special,
the transition happened without cause;
the face was never captured in photo,
it was meant to stay as a muse unknown.
—
Prompted @ Dverse Poetics (Image ) , OSI (transition ) , Sunday Scribblings ( whats the rest of the story )
She wished
She wanted not to cry,
but words forgot to flow,
she wanted to scream
but tears never stopped.
She wanted him to go
but never too far away
she wished it so bad
she held him so close.
She wanted to share
her unwritten songs
which echoed in spaces
she freed from her hopes.
she kissed his fingers
that marked her skin
and together they slept
weaving a new morning.
Happy women’s day (in advance)
Its not about celebration
of just one day each year,
but I would still consider
this day as a reminder
for me , you and all others,
to be as proud as humble
as nice as important
as beautiful as smart
as strong from head and heart…
Happy women day
Today , tomorrow and forever.
π
Opening
Secretly she carried
a neon sign over her head –
and stared at passers-by
who looked up
into her blank eyes
and cared to smile,
greetings unsaid.
the wait was on
for the right (or even wrong)
guy to turn up one day
and pull out the right thread
to free her , unravel her,
open her up , as wanted by her.
Linked to The sunday challenge
Wrong
Crimson bangles lay
in wrong places,that night
she sold them for bread
—
Written for Haiku Heights , OSI
Justice
The she-demon was walking through the forest again. He,the dendrologist as people called him now;or the leaves reader as old ones referred to him,smiled as he sensed her close.Β The tree fellers would fall.It was a time of rejoice, not panic. Finally justice would be done. He would again have lots ofΒ friends to talk.
~
Inspired by alpha to Omega challenge , submitted to Friday flash 55