#Haiku
severing our ties ~ I'm beckoned into darkness ~ gripping suffering
sizzling fire within ~ scorching my heart forever ~ poignant memories
Vegas was my home ~ It's been a lifetime ago ~ Parents left behind
Standing in a row ~ anticipation rising ~ all ready for school
I have been given ~ unimaginable gifts ~ some wanted some not
#HaikuTrilogy
severing our ties ~ I'm beckoned into darkness ~ gripping suffering
sizzling fire within ~ scorching my heart forever ~ poignant memories
mothers provide life ~ from beginning to the end ~ breath,
strength, support, love
love and grace adorned ~ offers sacrifice divine ~ stunning
loveliness
Vegas was my home ~ It's been a lifetime ago ~ Parents left behind
I have been given ~ unimaginable gifts ~ some wanted some not
#HaikuTrilogy
Holding tight many ~ terribly incredible ~ melancholy mix
no longer wanted ~ nothing left of me to give ~ get thee
hence, I plead
#MicroPoetry
His light reaches farther/ touching my soul/ once empty/ now
full
the light of day might see these tired eyes/in wonder they
behold the beauty of the wise/striving to stand strong against lost love's guise
To make daggers fly/ all he need do is write or speak/
double-dipped in lies/ piercing my wounded heart so deep/ Why couldn't I see?
for all the love and loss we feel/ let us pause to
recognize/ all the friends who help us heal
Of all the things to squabble about/ let us not give too
much credence/ to something so trivial/ the time 'twas not well spent
every day we had/ marked a hole in every day we don't/ now and
always
heart on her sleeve/ moving about life/ too much to believe/
fantastical levels of strife
#Collaborative
unwavering faith and devotion is essential #sixwords
Whoever said a
smile isn't talking? #sixwords
Respectful actions
prove love to me #SixWords
Everyone is capable
of passionate desires #sixwords Who is capable of faithful action? #sixmorewords
Continuously
releasing hope/ hoping for ties that bind/ which hold our hearts and hopes/
always looking ahead/ continuing on
love has been the
thread/ binding my wounds/ through every waking moment/ that I have tread.
wake I must/ poetry
bringing my dreams into the open/ through ink and air/ they float
living dreaming
waking screaming/ tied with ribbons lovely and strangling/ life filled with
dreams worthy of crying
robed in velvet
aubergine/to warm against the cold of night/word-filled tears spilt upon the
page/granting strength to fight
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