Glimpsing…

from Stuart France

Stuart France

*

From the corner

of my eye…

Through a keyhole…

half seen

unheard

Beneath the door…

Behind a crack in the curtains

A shiver of tree leaf

gurgling-silver over brook-stone.

Musical spheres

The beat of wings on high

fractals of sun shimmer.

Moonshine in stone

Soil sparkle

Gem loam

Song under foot…

Flashes and snippets and shade between formless shape.

Part intruder

Part guest

Host of no-where and no-when

Never here always there…

but still

Glimpsing.

*

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Lonely

from sulaimaniac96

Sulaiman Hafeez

Lying down in my bed with a blanket draped over me, I keep tossing and turning unable to drift off to sleep. At 3 A.M, all my mind keeps thinking about is you.

I keep thinking about the time you used to lay right next to me with your messy hair strewn over your beautiful face, how melodious even your light-snores sounded and how your warm skin used to drive away the cold wind which is now creeping in inside my blanket.

I miss sitting beside you by the seaside and watching the sun rise through your eyes. Those times when I ran my fingers through your hair as you leaned your head against my shoulders while watching a movie.

Lying alone makes me realize how much I crave your touch. I wish to hear you whisper softly in my ears once again. I miss every last detail of you…

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Small Town Playground Part 1

from Rebecca Lemke

thatnewcrunchymom

Here in a small town playground

Giggles are the only sound

Apart from water raining down

As we race round and round

I never thought that I would fall

But I guess love comes for us all

Whether it be through a thick southern drawl

Or watching you lean perfectly against the wall

The shadows could reveal

How we both feel

If we let this be real

But I do all I’ve ever known

Run away from you and towards my home

I’ll never pick up the phone

I can’t see these feelings as my own

I shed a tear

Wishing you were near

These feelings sear

But I can only run into the fear

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I celebrate my tears 

Souldier Girl


I celebrate my tears

For the little girl who was put in the corner

With the hypnotic sway of the pointing finger

“Don’t you dare cry”

Over and over

…like a lullaby

I celebrate my tears

For the years of pushing them down

To a dungeon I forgot about

Because

“Tears are a sign of weakness”

So I smiled harder and forced them into secret

I celebrate my tears

Because when my baby died

Everyone was allowed to lose their minds

Except me

I was positioned to remain

“Nice and neat”

And keep tears hidden

In between the sheets

When he is passed out asleep

In the shower for hours screaming

As long as no one was home

…to listen

I celebrate my tears because the

Chains are being broken

And my tears are the ones seeking their freedom!

They run down my cheeks

In an overzealous reaction

They stream…

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