just before dawn
in the end, I slept in my bed,
surrounded by the whispers of the early morning,
no longer oppressed by the cold and darkness
of that empty street,
no longer chilled to the bone
the images slipped through my mind
as your strong arm wrapped itself around my body
the heat of your skin
left traces in my dreams
sinking in deep
such a strong touch
that it met me in between worlds,
the echoes of your words
drummed against places
that only existed here and now,
this time you let me,
this time I was allowed,
to be selfish... and keep you by my side
daytime came unexpectedly
without a moment to spare
sunlight tracing our bodies
making us equal under the cold sheets
making you mine
no longer oppressed by the cold and darkness
of that empty street,
no longer chilled to the bone
in the end, I finally slept in my bed
surrounded by the whispers of the early morning
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K0Y-DefI5tk
Legends of the Dragons of Mystix.
Let no one tell you....
Dragons are make believe
They are quite helpful
Even though hardly seen
You say they don’t exist
But I must insist, & persist
They do live among us
You only have to scan
Check all your surroundings
You’ll spot them soon
If you know where to look
They may just be frozen
Lying in still motion
Waiting for the right chance
To come out of hiding
Not to pounce
They don’t even bounce
But they do, and can fly
Let no one tell you....
Dragons are make believe
#LegendsOfTheDragonsOfMystix.
Cupping Our Hands
... May we always have
...... this overflow ........
.......... 'n this excess.....
'cause isn't that—
—what We dread?
..... the have-been ......
..... the washed-up ......
....... the half-dead ......
yesssssssssssssssssssssssss
... May we always have
...... this overflow ........
.......... 'n this excess.....
#Challenge #SameBeginningSameEnding
The Red Dragon
Beware the Beast from within,
for she is great and may make you Sin.
I keep her chained and in a box
most days she’s disguised as a fox.
Scales blood red from tail to head
claws with might, fangs that bite!
The Red Dragon, “Epilepsy” be her name,
difficult it is to send her back from whence she came.
She is a storm in the night
she gives everyone a fright.
In convulsions she claws free of my skin
Beware the beast from within.
A Single Heart Breaking
An Angel flew to Heaven
That angel broke hearts of many
She broke mine the most
Many cannot see my heart is toast
I was never the same,
Eleven days on a hospital bed,
That angel loved animals,
She was very understandable,
More and more noticed.
My heart broke into many pieces
That day she passed.
Her body was a temporary cast.
Her soul gone within seconds.
Never thought about real heart break
Until she had gone.
In a game called life, she was just a pawn.
She was gone and I miss her.
She is missed dearly,
I can feel when she is watching me,
What about the peices on the ground, these
are merely stains upon the ground now.
An Angel flew to Heaven.
She
She only wanted to matter.
She didn’t tell anyone about what was going on inside.
She was the one who was always there.
Always happy.
So she flirted with the boys.
She gossiped with the girls.
“Lol”s and “haha”s taking over her life.
She had to be happy, she had to be funny, for them to accept her.
But inside she was festering.
She was boiling, bubbling, burning away.
She was dangling off a cliff.
And more and more weights were being tied to her ankles.
Her arms were getting awfully tired.
Nobody could see her
they couldn’t see her grip failing and Her mind evaporating
she scratched and scarred
Trying to make it all go away
the taunts from friends
the insults from parents
The screams and looks of anger
the times she wasn’t good enough,
telling herself that she was Overreacting that other people had it worse that she wasn’t actually diseased all people felt this way why can’t you just be normal for once and actually have some cool friends what’s wrong with you just let it be you moron
clinging on for dear life she told her mother the tip of the iceberg, dipping her feet in the kiddie pool
“I’ve been getting really bad flashes of anxiety.”
“I think that really bad stomachache that had me up for hours was pure anxiety.”
but her mother didn’t know what to do
asked “Are you ok?”
such an easy question to lie to
“I’m offended you asked! Of course I’m fine.”
her mother couldn’t tell if it was a problem
she let it go
not believing that her baby could have something wrong with her
but the girl could not let go so easily
so she lied to be the easy child
not wanting to burden others not wanting to be weak
not letting others go what she went through
she couldnt breathe she couldnt move and she remembered every mistake she made and the walls were closing in and her stomach was turning and she couldnt handle this but she had to act like everything was fine
but it wasnt
she cried herself to sleep some nights
some nights tears refused to come
some nights she didnt sleep
others were filled with self loathing
the worst were the nights that doubt ate away
until she could take it no more
she wrote out farewells
sorry for the pain she knew she would cause
because she knew thats all she was good for
she only wanted to matter
Perhaps
"I will never love you again."
There are bluish spots on my back
From our spat last night over your drinking.
You had wanted me to go with you,
Even though you know I am six months along.
My eye casts a shadow over my face
From where you had suspected me of cheating
And taught me what you would do
If you ever saw the bastard you had imagined.
I have a rainbow on my neck
From your latest insecurity plaguing your mind
And telling you things that I don't do
To watching you destroy us once again.
I had tolerated it because he needed a father,
But now I see you are no father.
You are a coward hiding behind a beard
And will never be able to help raise a baby.
I will never love you again.
Blue Eyes
“Hey there.”
I looked up from my chipped red nailpolish to find two round icecicles staring at me expectantly. They spoke again.
“Is anyone sitting here?” Blue eyes gestured to the empty seat next to me on the bench.
Suddenly feeling my tongue go incredibly dry I could only nod quickly. I hoped he would just think I was mysterious and not too shallow to give him a verbal answer. Or maybe he would think I was a woman of few words who’s a great listener or mayb...
“Heeeellooo?” My thought train stopped abruptly when I realized he was talking to me.
I had planned on apoligizing quickly and recovering by asking him to repeat himself in a soothing and gentle voice. Instead what came out of my parched throat more resembled a cat hacking up a hairball...I’ll just let you imagine how attractive that sounded.
To my surprise he just chuckled slighty and asked if I was alright.
Finally after getting my bearings I was ready to make my vocal chord abilities known.
“Yeah,” giving a little laugh of my own, “I’m fine. Thank you.” Nailed it.
“So what were you saying?”
He shifted slightly so that his ever broad shoulders were facing towards me. Honestly I think I could see every toned muscle on his body popping out of his shirt if it weren’t so stinkin cold and he wasn’t wearing a parka for goodness sakes. Thanks a lot Mother Nature...
“I just asked if you were from around here.” Warm. Fuzzy. All of me was alive with fire. I didn’t know someone’s voice could do that.
“Oh,” I said but then I realized I should propbably answer more.
“Oh! Um yeah. I mean no. Well kind of. I moved here about a year ago from Torento which is like an hour away. So really I’m not from around here but then again I am now I guess. But like I come to this bus stop all the time to wait for the bus.” Internally I face palmed myself. Why did I say that about the bus? He didn’t even ask about that. Word vomit. I just word vomited on this poor man. This poor, gorgeous, unsuspecting man. Just as I was ready to accept my fate he completely shocked me.
“You’re funny. You know that?” Most men would have been walking home by now.
“Oh um. Thank you.” I tucked a piece of fly away hair behind my ear.
We both sit in silence and it’s not weird. It’s actually kind of nice. So we stay like that, me and my crystal eyed stranger friend, until the bus comes bumbling along.
Both our eyes flicker to the bus number and sadly it’s his and not mine. I’ve been waiting here for ages by the way. How in the world did his bus come before mine? There has to be a better system they can try to...
“Goooooodbyeeee.” Once again I was pulled to reality by his voice.
“Oh! Goodbye! It was really nice meeting you.” I gave a small wave. It did it’s job because he waved back from in front of the bus doors. He started climbing on but said something I couldn’t make out to the driver and suddenly turned back to the outside.
“Hey! Um I never did get your name.” Oh yeah duh I should have offered it.
“Layla. Layla Thomas.” That seemed to satisfy him because his smile was bright enough to make me squint. He probably thought I smelled something bad or something...
Before I knew it the bus was gone and so was the blue eyed beauty.
Eventually my bus came and I was soon curled up on my couch watching some staged reality TV show. It was just when the drama was getting really good that my phone dinged. Glancing down at the text, something caught my eye that made me hit pause on the remote. It was from an unknown number but the text read, “So I know this seems totally stalkerish but I haven’t been able to get you out of my head since the bus stop. So yes I admit I looked you up in the phone book...I hope that’s ok.”
I read the text over and over again. This was not happening. This was not real life. Things like this only happen in movies. Someone was messing with me right? I sent a simple reply that would clear all this up.
“Blue eyes?” I honestly was not expecting the answer I got in return.
“Hey there. ;)”