love on mute
loneliness floated on tranquil seas
as the tides slowly returned
with lyrics meant for me
I told my heart to forget her
he laughed at me
the stars strummed guitar strings
the moon hummed the love song
in my heart
I dared not sing
A song of unrequited love from the beautiful Taylor Swift
🎵🎶 Drew looks at me….. 🎵🎶
your absence
your absence
wanders the solitude of my room
through labyrinths of silence
like my heartbeat screaming
inside the darkest of catacombs
it is a symphony of memories
that echo with no finale
an unholy apparition
haunting without mercy
as I lay in a bed of dead roses
where the thorns of your absence
are forever piercing me
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alchemy
everywhere time inscribes his indelible marks
there remains one untainted corner
beneath a thousand wounds
of boiling sensitivities
our hearts are a lab
creating poetic alchemy
a lonely place where the unloved
transform melancholy into poetry
yesterday it rained
yesterday it rained
tears of fallen angels
over lands of cruelty
last night she slept unloved
her days are brief
my nights an eternity
I scribbled her name
on the windows of my soul
as drops moistened every pane
today I bear a soaked cross
oh, did I mention
yesterday it rained
pockets full of solitude
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Pockets full of solitude
accompany me
down desolate streets
as I think of you
wrapped in the silence
of your room
Red lights taunt
Like school yard bullies
Your words haunt
Every step I take
Rushed into a dead end
I should have read
the signs
Trapped in darkness
I find solace
when I imagine
your loneliness
walking hand in hand
with mine
On Thursday, after completing my volunteering gig, I hopped into an Uber to partake in my Thanksgiving meal. There was a small accident. Spent the night in emergency. MRIs and x-rays show no damage.  Just very sore.
I will be slow answering comments. And I am trying to catch up on blog reading. Hope all are well.
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a meteor shower
of disillusion
have battered her
until she has
eclipses in her mind
craters in her soul
her desolate universe
is so dark and lonely
her aching heart
has become an asteroid
a barren world
devoid of love
The old man journeyed to the park
Where all of his friends convened
He conversed with every pigeon
Because no one else would listen.
The old man always traveled light
Nothing more than lint in his pockets
and a mind no longer carrying the burden
of melancholy memories long forgotten.
The seductive stripper swayed onto the stage.
Her motions were as smooth as her glistening abdomen. Oscillating hips accentuated her beguiling figure.
Every graceful movement concealed her pain. Her sensual gyrations confirmed her loneliness.
Dancing to forget, she was poetry in motion.
She offered her nakedness to their lustful eyes.
Her sad eyes mirrored her dark and barren life.
Loud music reverberated in her heart like thunderbolts echoing in a cave. The songs failed to silence the cries inside her head.
The stripper communicated her passions through dance.
Unveiling her body to so many.
She revealed her soul to none.
And now back to the loving…
You sit there sad and lonely
forgotten by lost lovers
but painful memories never fade
afraid to love again
terrified to grow old alone
you shelter your heart
from all the hurt and pain
lovely girl unloved
you will forever remain
Now If it were up to me
I’d embrace your lonely hours
and wrap myself in a blanket
of their discomforting solitude
banish all your demons
erase every unforgettable scar
Turn your tears into wine
Possess your every nightmare
If only you were mine
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