Poetry Prompt Sunday 2

Prompt 2 guide words (courtesy of Nitin): cathedrals gargoyles architecture The rules are simple: Use any or all of the guide words posted in an original poem or short story. You do not have to use the actual words, feel free to express what you feel from them or the featured image. Post the poem…

Zen

backbreaking, heavy seeking close proximity, to those who understand there’s pain, know it can’t all be pretty, removing their blinders, they have the will to see all the worlds around them, joy and beauty, intermingled with fire, depth, wounds, agony guilt, abandonment, attachments formed within, informed by our parents at the earliest age, informed by…

A Little Different

Why do I want him so much? It almost doesn’t seem fair. Nor healthy. Nor normal. I imagine that other people go through their day-to-day buying groceries, walking the dog, painting pictures, texting their mom, watching Netflix, driving up the coast, checking the speedometer when they pass a cop, eating breakfast, reading the paper, mowing…

All of the Above

woke up from my disrupted sleep, to find you said goodbye to me after bursting with truth, a popping balloon, feelings, confetti all over the floor, hope like flying embers from a bonfire left to die, renewed only by the numbness of dawn I must’ve been seeking a new kind of high; redemption in your…

Depths

Like ink and blood spill from my pen, lackluster in their shaping of the words upon my tongue and lips, within my mind, the buried depths, transported here to bide their time, creep into parts of my real life, stories recalled, truths to be told, delusions of what to expect; puffy eyes, puffy lips, vacate…

Navigate

I know things about you I was scared to know, discovered through means necessary for my contentment devastated at the thought of another potential failure, unsure if the tailspin could be recovered convinced that it couldn’t, you said goodbye unconvinced you could pull me back to your side, but I caved, in my effort to…

déjà vu

Today I feel naked and vulnerable and more than ever I wish I had his arms to lie in. I need him to carry me and speak sense into me and tell me I can be exposed before him. Everything feels like I’m on repeat. I’m sure I’ve done this before. Felt this pit in…