Hurt

When it hurt
It hurt so bad.

So bad I can’t cry
I am numbed.

Till it shuttered
I died.

The pain goes in forgetting;
The meaning of hurting.

 

 

In response to NovemberNotes challenge hosted by Theresa Doughty of Heartstrings Eulogies and Rosema of A Reading Writer.

Day 18 Prompt: Meaning by Gavin DeGraw
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Loving

A strange thing inside,
Creeping through outside.
Inexplicably bizarre,
Truly peculiar.

Yearning to cry,
Wanting to try.
Humbly keeping,
Patiently crawling.

A sentiment so pure,
Believing so sure.
Beautifully affectionate,
Tenderly passionate.

A moment so magical,
Amazing yet sensational.
Wonderfully screaming,
Perfectly loving.

Wanting, trying, believing, loving.

Scribble

Scribbling in pain
Thoughts can’t explain
On this midnight blue
Trying to let go.

Scribbling with love
Simple desire to have
On this empty paper
Longing to decipher.

Scribbling with hope
Maybe to cope
With the pen in use
Wishing yet confuse.

Scribbling to fancy
Images to see
With mind exploring
Avenue of loving.

Suddenly

Looking thru the corner of my eyes;
A wonderful vision of a soul passing by.

Needing to catch a glimpse for it flies;
Indelible moments don’t know why.

Realizing this may be gone forever;
Hide not the desire meant.

Knowing this will end sooner;
You’re special though for a moment.

Antithesis

I am no angel; I am no saint.
But you made me wanna be one.
I am best at words; worst at logic.
But you made me wanna learn.

You are antithetical of me.
A rundown of what I loath.
You give me tough love.
Expressed sternly.

But as one we loved,

A love that cannot be broken,

Even when we part.

 

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Hereafter

A little ray of light
In a dark gloomy night
As a hint of hope
Dazzles thru in scope.

“I shine through and smile”

A clouded day
Filled with stray
A cue of sunshine
May come in time.

” I look upon in glee”

 

 

 

You

 

You are my happy memory of the past,

The joyful moment of the present,

And the hope and promise of the future..

 

 

 

 

Wish

 

 

 

As the darkest of all nights start to fall

You stood lifelessly still, strong and tall.

Amidst the pitch-black gloomy sky

You patiently wait and sigh

For the moon oh so bright

Wish upon its light.

Silently said,

“Thanks, indeed

Love thee;

Me!”