You’re the guy,

Who fed me lies,

You’re the guy,

Who ended my life.

You’re the guy,

Who’s handsome face,

Swept me off my feet that night,

With your hands covered with lace.

But little did I know,

Your face covered,

With that deep black mask,

Was hiding lies undiscovered.

You told me the truth,

Honey covered lies,

It was all a plot,

To end my life.

I offended your gang,

I punched his chest,

Your petty revenge,

Would kill me at best.

Brought me to your car,

Twelve at night,

Tied me up,

Drove while telling lies.

Blindfold,

Door,

Chair,

Wooden floor.

You peeled off the cloth,

Restricting my eyes,

I saw your face,

Your evil eyes.

In that moment,

I knew in a snap,

My life was over,

That was that.

Two years later,

They find my body,

Tied and gagged,

It’s your gruesome hobby.

I’m floating in the river,

Horror in my eyes,

My ripped red dress,

Still reeks of your lies.

- If you were an angle, you'd be an acute one.

- Forget hydrogen, you're my number one element.

- If I had a star for every time you brightened my day, I'd be holding a galaxy in my hands.

- I'd like to calculate the slope of those curves~

- Are you a keyboard? Because you're my type?

(I tried to submit this to broken_pencil‘s Write About a Word Challenge, but I had already done ‘Love’, so it would not accept. As I’ve already written it, here it is anyway:)

Sometimes all we can do is Hope.

Hope for a miracle.

Hope for a better outcome

Hope to survive.

We Hope to find Hope.

Hope springs eternal, they say,

Because there is always Hope.

But this is only because sometimes there is nothing else.

A stark truth stares at us, with all possibilities exhausted -

Only one real outcome.

But still, we Hope

For something else.

How now it has become devalued,

This word of final Hope.

“I hope you are well,”

“I hope I get to work on time,”

“I hope it doesn’t rain today.”

“Let’s hope for the best.”

Such menial use of this all powerful word

Has lessened the impact of Hope,

Reducing its power.

Hope is important.

We should never devalue Hope

Or give up Hope.

And never lose Hope,

For sometimes

It is all we have.

The pitter patter

Of little feet on the stairs

Fills my heart with joy

©HeatherAnn

#Haiku #Poetry #Poem #Love #Mother #Child

somewhere deep within this mass of skin & bones

perhaps in some unconscious part of my brain,

[beyond gray matter & synapses & neurons & all thought]

part of me is begging you:

touch your hands to the [dead] skin cells on my face,

press your mouth to mine

[against all scientific reason, I believe that this alone

will teach my lungs to take in air]

I like things heavy

I like things hard

But because I like things extreme

Doesn't mean I have to tear you apart

I can make you flinch

And scream as the pain slides through

But beauty lies within

The things that you want to do

I don't need to force

I need not manipulate

I'll find out your wants

And common ground I'll create

As a moth to a flame

You'll understand my plight

And although I'm full of darkness

I'll be your light

Sleepless nights another dull night

Early mornings without you in sight.

Empty call log, empty voicemail

These feelings inside must fail.

Emotions running tears flowing

Time moving, soul is blowing.

Agony awaits as the mind depart.

As the soul erupts with a bleeding heart.

Unspoken words become embedded in the mind

Emotionless words I better find.

I become lost without your sweet touch

With your voice in my head my heart will smile much

Her dreams become full of what could be

Her vision became blind of the truth indeed.

The happiness she felt a ton

Had to all end and than shame begun.

As the heart shattered in a thousand pieces

Her beating soul began to increase.

A love so dear she always wanted

Leaves a wondering heart haunted.

To love again has been forsaken

A beautiful heart broken and shaken.

Yet is weird,

Like ying and yang.

It can lead the way,

Or trail off at the end...

And yet...

It can resonate with hope,

Or impending disaster,

In either path it takes.

Yet there is more...

Connotations of things to come,

Or things that will idly be put off.

A variety of instances,

And circumstance,

Depending on tone and expectations.

Quite a range of complexity,

Sometimes even sounding proper,

Yet a simple, little word.

I was partying with my girls.

Doing booty shakes and some twirls.

Dancing with my demons till I was jaded.

I soon became intoxicated

And they vacated.

Swimming in a sea of margarita.

Losing my senses like a retard.

Felt light headed and dank.

While my conciousness sank.

My mind began to play on me, a prank.

I woke up in a haze.

Eyes barely open, me in a daze.

Next to me lay a sambrero.

A man came running screaming, “Ai, viento!”

My skin was scorched.

The sun was brighter than a torch.

Wind slapping my face.

Grains of sand headed to the heavens at a great pace.

Eyes widening.

Face reddening.

My heart erupting.

My mouth screaming.

I grabbed the man, who had seized his sambrero from the mischievous wind.

“Sir, please tell me where I am.”, I began to plea.

“Ah, senorita, estas en Mexico.”.

The only word that left my mouth was, “No.”