A tear eluded its captivity
Without a moments hesitation
Enough brutality was served
Still, it held its ground
Until opportunity presented itself
Verbal beating
Lands and rips
Tight skin pops
Muscle bunch bracing for impact
Provocation was not given
Permission was not given
Penance was not given
Absolution was not given
The only form of healing
Was escape
Curled up internally
Is the innocent
I’m not here for you
there was a time
there was a moment
every breath I took
had your name imprinted on it
the time has passed
truths were found out
under my skin you still live
in the creases of my brain you reside
I’m not here for you
I’m here for what we were
what we should have been
instead of what is now
I will not break their hearts
mines is already shattered
I will play the fool one more time
I’m not here for you
I’m just here.
What a pretty thing to see words sing
as the lights twirl and flash
what a wicked thing to read words that bring
rage to be ripped and slashed
The pounding of the drum within my head
beats endlessly in the silence of the night
As the words have no rhyme or rhythm
causing one to scream and fight
internally all these things are happening
no one is ever the wiser
when things slip out in ancient tongues
what was a trickle becoming a geyser
no I’m not losing it as it may seem
all these nonsensical words come out as I dream
I can start this off with something like, “Get some water.” “Moisten that mouth” but I won’t. ( I kind of did. Didn’t I?)
There is an abundance of comments in the winter and fall. I find that when it gets hot everyone tends to stop commenting. Is it as simple as that? The heat. Everyone is outside socializing and rarely has time to read and comment.
I do not blame them. Outside is better than inside all year. There are those who cannot go out and the most socializing they have is with the commenters. Sad but true. I try my best to comment when I can but that does not mean that I am immune to wanting someone to comment back.
Yes, I can go out and socialize but I love to write. To entertain with my stories and the worlds I create. It makes me excited when someone takes the time to give a thumbs up or that’s interesting.
This is not a look at me writing. (well, yah, look at me. lol) It’s more of I need to get this out of my head writing so I can think of something else.
I guess I don’t have summer tongue. Not yet at least.
You walked the line between heaven and hell
Do you allow the beast takeover
To dominate every area and every inch of this space
To take without being asked
To break you
To bend you
To reveal a part of you
You never knew existed
Or
Will I hand over the reins
Allow another to give me pleasure
To feel free
No thoughts
No decisions
Just feeling the moment
The Beast is waiting. Decide.
I want you to run from me
Run as far as you can
Once I decide to set my sights
My vision will only see you
I will not be able to restrain myself
I will stay in the shadow and watch
You will feel me there
You will never see me there
Take the out
Run
I feel it just at the surface
Itching to be released
To consume you
Swallowing your fear like an aphrodisiac
Your eyes widening
Revealing everything
You secretly know… don’t you
That you are the rabbit
Not the pure, pristine rabbit
The one you should have been a cat
The number of lives you used
Trying to get away
The forest has no panic button
I am the wolf
Salivating from the sound of a rapid heart
Fighting the urge to chase
Do not taunt me
You know what and who I am
I watch you swallow
A nervous penchant
Shows the effect of what is occurring
You walk towards
Run
Run away
This is the last of the warnings
You come closer
The more I lose myself in this
The more you will have to endure
How are you all? I am writing out of sequence. This is the second part. The first is called Think and the third is called Behind the Door. The secret will be announced soon.
Good and bad things happen in the shadows
I have learned that light not only reveals but bends
Is it wise to be so open and spill truths
To be taken and uses for others gains
I am the good that is hidden with pointed teeth
Docile and meek
are for those who fear shadows
(When I am ready to reveal what is happening. You will be the first to know)
What does the word even mean
An apology that is supposed to be given when felt
The word does not erase the feelings
That absolute absurdity of it
As a child you were made to say your sorry
Looking in that same child’s eyes
There is not an ounce of remorse
Confusion
Anger
Adolescents are no better
Sorry rolls off the tongue to remove you from sight
Why say the word when they have done no wrong
Too sensitive
Delusional
Adults are a quagmire of word play
Rather the meaning of the word sorry
Sorry that you were caught…
Sorry that you heard it that way….
Sorry that you are having difficulty…
When are we going to realize
Sorry is only believed when the soul feels it
Within we have a natural detector to know when it is true
And when it is false
I have lived a life accepting and giving, sorries
And in this life time
Short as it is
I felt the truth
And given my truth
I feel such sorrow
For all of humanity
Because sorry cannot erase the damage/the carnage
Still, sorry falls from lips with no remorse, just avoidance
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