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they say
her heart
is like a hurricane-
a molten mess
of those she had loved
for boys muttered
mindlessly
lightning lies
on their tongues,
with no respect
to the storm
she'd become
her heart
is like a hurricane-
a molten mess
of those she had loved
for boys muttered
mindlessly
lightning lies
on their tongues,
with no respect
to the storm
she'd become
Literature
Reluctant Heart
Her eyes were doused in heavy mascara
running down cheeks so flawed and broken.
She wasn't in search of a lover that night
Not a heart of emotion as she wandered the streets;
Instead her eyes searched beneath the blanket of rain
for someone who was equally broken inside...
As deep down she knew, beneath her heart reluctantly beating;
That only the shattered could share in this pain.
'Reluctant Heart' -- by Word of Chen
Literature
Time never stops
The woman in the mirror smiles
with her tired empty eyes.
Deep sadness now behind that smile
she wears as her disguise.
Without you, her time ticks slowly by,
her minutes turn to years.
Life goes on relentlessly
like the drip, drip, drip of her tears.
Another breaking dawn without you,
it breaks her lonely heart.
Another day alone without you,
another day apart.
How could she just live on without you,
how could she just go on?
Each passing day she longs to see you,
each waking minute gone.
Her life, it will go on without you,
if she wants it to or not
cos just like her endless love for you,
the time will never stop.
Poetry by
Suzanne Karba
Literature
here are my words
i used to dream whole cityscapes and skylines,
ocean cities and coves washed over with waves,
terrifying, brilliant, unable to touch me.
i used to be able to talk to trees,
to speak in palms and eyes-closed silences
and the sure roughness of bark under my fingernails.
i used to be able to sing
and believe that believing made me better,
believe that joy sounds bright and crescendos.
i used to be someone who tripped on her words,
spilled out in sloppy sentences and sentiments,
used to be someone who could 'sit at a typewriter and bleed'
and in bleeding turn the hurt beautiful.
i used to close my eyes and fall into feeling,
trace the right word
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Inspiration trade with the wonderful artist, FridgePoetProject! So, I must first say her collection is absolutely beautiful. The luridness of the backgrounds attracts the eye, and the words she produces pull at the heart. The poem I chose (listed below) actually inspired me to the point where I decided to google a bit on hurricanes. In doing so, I found an interesting article that helped me produce "weathered love"! Hope you enjoy the finished project, and give my fellow artist a watch and some faves!
Read the poem mine is based off here:
fav.me/d9a3cv3
The article: www.washingtonpost.com/news/ca…
My tumblr- boomingdreams.tumblr.com/
Have a wonderful week!
Message me if interested in doing an inspiration trade!
Read the poem mine is based off here:
fav.me/d9a3cv3
The article: www.washingtonpost.com/news/ca…
My tumblr- boomingdreams.tumblr.com/
Have a wonderful week!
Message me if interested in doing an inspiration trade!
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What a beautiful poem. *~* Absolutely love it!