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Posts tagged ‘sadness’

recover (me)

return to me,
silver lining – you
left me so you could drip
down spines and
fingertips of trees, to
turn to diamonds on
the wings of bees –
bring the blue back to me,
(please) – that special hue which makes the
sky blush in the heat of summer –
a hot turquoise stone melted
across the sidewalk the sun and clouds
crowd across and walk over –
the light turns green,
painting the world shades of olives,
mint, and jade around me.

bruising

do you use a measuring tape?
do you wrap one around the necks
of past mistakes to calculate
how much of a diameter they have
to breathe in – or do you let them
spill over and out into your mind,
thought word vomit
filling up your head until
it spins atop all of those bruises
still healing within your skin
and bones – every time you
press against them – do you ever
force yourself to swallow them
back down, to pretend they’re
long gone?

sad carbonara

the cook gave a long
hard unhappy look
at the empty plate
knowing it was
her fate
to make a dinner
for two
for just one
alone
just a me
without a
you

sad blooms

tiny shadows appeared –
as the rain clouds loomed
and leered from the skies,
the shadows grew larger and
bloomed tears that stung
the corners of my eyes, leaving them
red across the edges, burning like
the sunset on a horizon left
wet from the storm from which
numbness and detachment
were born to keep the sadness from
rising again and bending
my worn face down – i’ll
keep the shadows in their room
right here, inside my heart –
because i can’t imagine
a moment in my life in which
we could ever be apart

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backdated Post a Day Poem for April 1st, 2017.

death

sadness haunts me
of a day when future
generations will only
know our world
within the boundaries of
images, pictures, and paintings
yet will never have the
chance to see with their own eyes
and to feel with their on fingertips
the touch, warmth, blood, and life
of our world, how many more
times must the sun rise until
someone somewhere by chance
takes that last picture of that last
breath before something
endangered, near extinction
finally dies

the origin of silver lining

the sun clawed across the sky
with a taunting smirk playing in his eyes
a lost, lonely cloud whispered a prayer
then sent her sadness everywhere
across the body of the earth
which told her she was well worth more
than what the shadows told her
in her mind and asked for the sun to
shine a little more kindly,
creating silver lines

reality; one’s nightmare is another’s dream

just one moment
and in that rest,
the best i could do was reflect
on how i felt less than what my Potential
whispers to me on the edges of my sleep
and in my small waking moments,
you tap me on the shoulder and say
less is more,
worried about all the thoughts
i stack up and weigh down on the core
of my mind, breaking down the spine
of my heart, you were concerned if my soul
would start to crack apart and let the shadows
inside take their toll, you were worried that the pause
between the hesitation i take and my sleeping
eyes will widen the gap between
what you believe in me and how i choose
to see myself, making one a nightmare
and one a dream, both i keep on a shelf
in the back of my head, letting the threads of
them become loose ends as i tread the
paths of sleep

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: pause