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TLT: Days Of Sorrow

19 May

photo by Kirsty TG

all those letters that I waited from you, not knowing if you come back
those days full of sorrow, when I thought you were dead
but I can’t wait no more, my heart is slowly cracking instead

 

This post was written for TLT challenge. 

Longing For Old Days

16 May

found on pinterest

I would give everything 
to rush through those streets again,
not knowing what am I rushing for.

Those times deep in the past,
but not forgotten in my heart.
When we all were young and free,
wishing for one more day like this,
a day which ended with peace.

I long for that lightness,
which does not exist anymore.
Those perfect days are long gone.
And I hear these streets roar…

Haiku For Sunday Evening: Life

15 May

worship this moment,
crazy little thing called life,
always be as you are.

A Getaway Ticket

12 May

found on pinterest

I run and I run,
not looking behind.
Forever is my new favourite word.
That’s what I am running for.

I know this is what I need to do,
it is just the hardest thing I had to go through.
I chose a life without prejudice and hatred.
And this run is my getaway ticket.

So I run and I run,
till the light warms up my face.

This post was written for https://ionanerissa.wordpress.com/2016/05/11/small-stone-may-11-2016/

Tanka For Sunday Evening: The Gloom

8 May

found on pinterest

Sloaping in the strong wind.
Exhaustion is what I feel.
Solitude is here.
Dark clouds approach my shoulders.
The gloom soaks me up and I am gone.

No Way Back

2 May

found on pinterest

Do you hear the sound of an engine?
It is a rescue boat.
They are coming for us.

But wait a minute,
do we really want to be saved,
or do we want to stay lost?

The longing for solitude is stronger.
Just one more step to the forest
and there is no way back.

The decision is yours…

The Inner Child

26 Apr

 

We live our lifes,
as it comes.
One day the train arrives,
where will it take us, we ask.

To the land of marvelous hills,
to the craddle of happiness,
to the bright shiny world of magic,
where nothing is impossible.

Just make a wish
and the train will appear.
It opens it’s door 
for those who yearn for an adventure.

Just close your eyes and see,
what beautifull meadow there is,
the elfs and Merlins,
all the beautifull creatures
of the fantasy world
are calling your name.

Don’t be affraid to take the risk,
listen to the child inside.

Purple Rain Falling

21 Apr

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Purple rain is falling.
Is it God playing with colors,
spreading his love down to earth?
Maybe one day,
but not today.

Today it is the sky,
crying from purple clouds.
Trying to take the pain away
by caressing our hearts
with beautiful purple rain.

This rain is for you,
for your fame, you crazy little thing,
for your last song,
For you are the Purple king.

Whiskey In The Jar

18 Apr

Only she knew what happened
and how it ended.
It was gone with the evening wind.
Their precious love was pretended.

Now only misery was left.
In her evening delirium,
sitting near the bar,
drinking her smooth whiskey in the jar.

What happened, she asked,
is our paradise lost?
Why am I no longer your diva,
your Goddess, your Eva?

The bar will close in a few,
the window is wer from a morning dew.
She felt her inner voice within,
insatiable power to not give in.

Her lust for some illicit move,
made her order another booze.
Her husky voice called out for barman,
one more, brother!
She slapped the bar with her palm down.

So what now? To hunt him down?
To make him look like a clown?
But how it helps me, she asked.
To forget everything about the past…

The fear from adronitis was too high,
the comfort given from all sides
was not easy to buy.

Let’s turn it around, she thought,
so that later in years she could say,
it mattered that I fought.
For me and my better future.
Cheers to that !


This poem was written for https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/04/18/wordle-106-april-18th-2016/