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November 17, 2018
 

It wasn’t until
I got caught up in the wreckage with you,
our bodies intertwined,
that I felt the urge within me
to run every red light thereafter.

James McInerney
(Instagram / Twitter : millsmc07)

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ORIGINAL
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November 17, 2018
 

Forever
Is how long it's felt
That I've suffered
What I knew four years ago
Would become
My most outstanding
Failure

And yet

I still
Pursued you

HEARTBREAK
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November 17, 2018
 

Always the calm in the storm
When i feel so worn
And my emotions are torn
Feeling so forlorn

Sometimes, a different angle
Can provide a path to wrangle
Though Our emotions are mangled
And Our worlds tangled

You have become my light
That makes so much right
i don't want to lose the fight
So i prepare to take flight

The idea that one might leave
Makes my heart grieve
And my stomach heave

Alone in the dark
Is no walk in the park
Though no one sees the mark
Of having no one to hark

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ORIGINAL
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November 16, 2018
 

Depth
Is not
Black and white
It's a parade of
Colors.

    Colors
    Pouring down
    Like November rains
    Through a rainbow of
    Love.

         Love
         Like November
         When you spoke
         And opened my eyes
         Finally.

  JD

*Finally*
#LastWord #Elfchen staring with #colors
And then I last worded 2 of my own
#ParadeOfColors
#NovemberRains #NovemberContest
#NovemberLove ##NovemberFalls

LOVE WINS
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November 16, 2018
 

Do mine eyes deceive me?
Love..
You said this bond was bone deep.
Hooked right through your jaw.
Then she bubbled up,
Black sheep.
Hurt my heart to hear you mumble her name.
Broke my back bone to whisper, beg, explain my suffering.

How can you love me, and her too?
I'd never leave you.
Yet.
You defend a bond that's been years dead.
Broken.
Break me and I fight for healing.
She broke you and kept you under her thumb,
Kneeling.
Three cheers for the broken heart king.
He swore off romance and loving.

Now I'm trying to revive his last breaths of life.
Give him a chance to thrive.
Know a love that won't desert his kind.
I adore the sides.
A to B
And everywhere in between...

LIGHT SWEPT
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November 16, 2018
 

(Thank you beautiful Charu for this stamp!)

I was out shopping one day
when a little wild boy stole
my cart and its contents and
went running quickly away.
He had lots of energy, circled
the store many times, and never
came back near enough to me
so I could collect my items.
I asked his mother if she could
please get my cart back feeling
somewhat chagrined. I felt for her
but had to go. She gathered the cart
and her son, and quietly walked away,
never saying a word. I felt bad for her
and for him: each not getting whatever
they seemed to really need. Sadly, it is
only now I realize—what my own mother
dealt with, when I was just that young!

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CELEBRATE EVERY TINY VICTORY
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November 16, 2018
 

We fell apart that night
I could never have anticipated the reconnect
Like you ground my soul to star dust,
Only to smash my bones back to concrete foundations.
To love is to hurt, but to heal and become stronger with one another-
That is a lasting forever lifetime kind of love.
I learned the pain was more deep than physical scars.
His jowl sang ancient songs of war
Icarus soared and still fell in a pool of wax tides
We soar and fall
Just enough to uncomfortably grow
Enough to rise back together to healing love

Dreams were born from old buried mood swings.
My tantrum was tamed and I mourned a dead grave.
No more shall I speak of old names.
It's about us, together, these four...

H.M.S. ROYAL KATHERINE
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November 17, 2018
 

'An Artist'

We are an artist of some sort.
And our paintings are in diction.
Wooven by the strings of words.
Spectacularly presented in front of thine eyes.
Hurry not your speculations.
Here I present the evidences,
From times before and after,
From Mount Olympus and Colosseum.
The existence of a higher form of art,
Neither in coloration nor in structure.
But on a dry piece of paper,
Marked with a vivid glow of an art.
With only inks and quills.
These artists pened down their souls.
All be lost and all be gone.
Here are the artists we've been longing for.

-Deepak Chongtham

STAN LEE
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November 17, 2018
 

Na duniya sa kuch seekh saka.
na dunya ko kuch dekha saka.
ik waqt he to mera yaar tha.
wo badal gaya ma na chal saka.
tu jo chah raha ha mujhy dundhna.
jo mera zarf badal sakay.
us chah ke chah ma tu na aa saka.
baam e arooj py ha zawal mera.
teri soch ke soch ko na ma pa saka.
teray kehar ma be hain ranayan.
teray zehar ke mithas ko na bhula saka.

STAN LEE
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November 16, 2018
 

In the silence
of the night
My heart screams.
Perhaps this why
I cannot sleep.

In the dawn
of the morning
My heart cries.
As to the reason-
I know not why.

In the calm
of this cool
afternoon
My thoughts
Turn to you.

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WOMAN
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November 16, 2018
 

I no longer live within moments
that now only exist to create memories without you
– they are empty and broken in the same way that I am.
So I detach myself,
a life destined to be lived in the past,
chasing footsteps
made by ghosts
that leave me lost.

James McInerney
(Instagram / Twitter : millsmc07)

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ORIGINAL
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November 15, 2018
 

It’s a misty
November
evening.
Light the fire
and stare.
As we
thoughtfully
thaw
and dream
wistfully
of summer!

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SUMMER IS A STATE OF MIND
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November 15, 2018
 

The Black Rose

Running on illusions tonight
Confusion was always in light
Those words, a premonition
To believe this decision
Hearts get lost within dreams
Reality perceives and tears them at the seams
Deception, how I wish it wasn't true
I raise my glass and say
Here's to you

Sign
The Phantom of your Heart

DARK NIGHT
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November 16, 2018
 

Living in the moment only
Brings you temporary happieness.
Living for yesterday only causes a stangnant state of mind.
Living for the future of yourself brings true understanding of life.
No matter how big the choice maybe or how bad it hurts
If you dont see a flower bloom
After feeding it so many times.
You must plant a new seed.
Chances are that flower wasnt meant to bloom.
Doesnt mean kill the un bloomed plant.
It means let the plant be free to grow at its own pace with success and ease.

STAN LEE
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November 15, 2018
 

Lately my mind's gone blank;
void of reason and the such.
Your space is now vacant.
Guess I never realized how much
Stuff...
No, nonsense you left in my head.
Derailing my train of thought,
Changing how and what I said.
I bled for you.
I cried all those tears for You.
Yet the sweat and stress
Were total BS I guess.

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THE ELEPHANT STAMP
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November 15, 2018
 

Skylark Challenge 165

   He is the Good Shepherd
   His own wants
   Muted
   By that of his flock
   
    He is the Good Shepherd
    Loving by his own accord
    Not as a response
    To anything we do

     He is the Good Shepherd
     With his openness
     To invite others
     Into the delicate fold
     That is Him.               JD




*The Good Shepherd*
Interpretation of John 10:1-18 combined with the Skylark Challenge
and words #flock #muted #delicate #openness
"Homework" week 4

ANGEL OF FAITH
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November 15, 2018
 

        Mother Earth
        Her inevitable death
        Upon her too soon
        As her blood drained soul
        Fights to survive
        Yet another day
        In a time
        Where the greed and narcissism
        Of her people
        Shows that caring
        Too much for themselves
        And their possessions
        Takes precedence over
        Caring for her.                 JD





*Slowly She Dies*
#Earth #MaesNov18 #challenge
#BloodDrained #November18WEchallenge

EARTH
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November 15, 2018
 

     
      November rains
      Come hard
      Masking
      My tears
      But failing
      To wash away
      The memories
      That spur them
      To begin with.         JD




*Tears Like Rain*
#NovemberRains for the #NovemberContest

ORIGINAL
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November 15, 2018
Hacienda Heights, United States

             
              Loving you
       is like giving a dog
              chocolate

ÁMBAR
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March 26, 2018
 

What should I write?

Should I write about my pain?

About how my heart has been broken,

How people call me out my name,

How I wish I could end it all,

How I wanted a bullet to the brain.

Maybe that's too dark, too cold.

Maybe... let's move on.

How about my 4 reasons to live.

I should write about my 4 beautiful kids.

Their happiness is all I wish.

I could write about anything...

What I got it!

I will write about this...

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RANDOM ACTS OF POETRY - DAY
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