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maybelovesamystery · 10 months

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I'm beginning to

understand why my mother

was always so tired

- a daughter's lament

m.w.

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maybelovesamystery · 1 year

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hollow trees whisper,

hoarse in the wind.

thin fingers rasp my window

coarse as bones since skinned.

the wind moans

it's gentle reassurance.

calm this silent wailing!

these days of drear endurance

take these frozen hands,

ice bound to my bones.

cup those sweet, sweet tears

knocking the ground like stones.

the ghastly glow of midnight,

haunting as a spectre's song,

brings just the fright of what might

if your gaze did travel along

to meet my clouded eyes.

this heart in cage - reduced to ashes.

those planetary pills spill

from fresh and open gashes.

the ink stained sheets.

paper pale drained skin.

ashen hands reach out

to find this grave I'm in.

with hole in head, a flower bed,

lay your poisoned blossoms to rest.

watering these saturated soils with tears

whisper your nothings to alas unhearing ears.

m.w.

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maybelovesamystery · 2 years

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I'll save the tears this September

For perhaps October or November

When dimming lights frame frozen blisses

And sobs soon soothed by angel kisses

I'll save the tears this September

For many a dark night in December

When snow falls still and silent like tears

And freshly numbed blankness absorbs my fears

I'll save the tears this September

For frosted finger and burning ember

When the boldened heart will slowly warm

And these oldened tears depart and deform

I'll save the tears this September

I'll reserve the dismal blue

For this September

I'll remember

you

-m.w

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maybelovesamystery · 2 years

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A dream that is that winter drug

Illusorily reminiscent of one summer’s love

Those dimming skies and semi-luminescent lights

Swimming in golden pools on sweltering nights

Claiming the world in open arms before us was ours

Never thinking of clock hands chasing the hours

Nothing will beat

The warm summer heat

Bathing in sweet honeyed sweat

Those deep ocean eyes, I’ll never forget

Your tender gaze graced my skin with love

While the clouds, the sun, the stars passed above

Eternal trees were bearing ripe sugared fruits

And we feel the candied juices flow to our tangled roots

We sowed the seeds of summer into our souls

And blossomed then a love full of holes

That only a dream and one moment still

Only a love to share could ever fill

Bony branches scratch the weeping window of midnight

Hypnos and Cupid retired for morning light

My only companion a stray moonbeam

And the fleeting feeling of swimming upstream

When then shall it again be

That I am trusting to see

Your radiant face again gleam

Outside the realm of my lonely dream?

m.w.

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maybelovesamystery · 2 years

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.roof, refuge, lightning, barren, saltwater, decay, buried, long, homeless, strain, storms, scatter, ghost, wake, mist

Above me, the roof of the world curves broad,

but below my swinging feet there is only

the sullen refuge which collapses on itself

time and time again, leaving me suspended in mid-air.

I am stranded between a heaven and earth

Caught by hurdling scattered clouds,

the rush of saltwater beckons underneath, screams

release, as if I was a ghost of Aegeas himself

summoning sea sprites to waft a mist, inducing

a spell of amnesia into this hinterland

of storms and their aftermath. I’m gentled

by the touch of the elements. They outlast

the decay of my faith in sand castles,

protean trees, birds on the wire, and you.

the lightning that lights my darkness

animating my barren soul

A love forever buried would never survive

abandoned and disregarded like rotted fruit, yet still

I am fuelled by emotions deep as these uneasy oceans

all while my loneliness wakes, disturbed memories resurfacing

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Each poet tagged writes the next two lines of the poem using one of these prompts:

roof, refuge, lightning, barren, saltwater, decay, buried, long, homeless, strain, storms, scatter, ghost, wake, mist

then tags another poet. (If you’re too busy, just repost with ‘pass’ and tag another poet) Poem is done when all the words are used!

Above me, the roof of the world curves broad,

but below my swinging feet there is only

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maybelovesamystery · 2 years

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December has always

Tasted bitter on my tongue

The sweet honey of heaven

Wafted woefully away in icy flurries

Snowed under is the blissful summer

The warm coffee of the solstice turned cold

Murky waters distilled

Frozen tears in my mind

The sound of silence rings loud and true

In this season made for missing you

m.w.

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maybelovesamystery · 2 years

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Luminescent flower

You waver- pirouetting in the gentle breeze of change

Flickering in colours rich as the deepening sun

A brightness radiates from within you

A mellow warmth wrapped

In the pleats of the placid peacefulness of a winter’s night

Guided by your light through the starry moor

Illuminate my path, restful flame, across this sullen shore

Grey sands scatter in the whispering winds

As we abide by the laws of the twilight

Altruistically loving behind this locked door

Delicate as a flame soon to fade

We shall sleep softly tonight

Side-by-side in this bed we have made

-/Love's Eternal Flame

m.w

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maybelovesamystery · 3 years

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its 8.45 on another Thursday in October

and I’m writing about you again

you. who always loved the autumn.

the golden auburn of the leaves

falling gracefully into your chestnut hair.

the sunset walks- dusk and dimming by 7 p.m.

the orange glow reflected among the streets

was heavenly, ethereal in your company.

I can’t help but think softly of you in it

elegant, ecstatic energy

skipping and parading beside me

as though these desolate lanes were our runway.

we would rendezvous in private- woodland crooks and crannies, between the sheets at the warm glow of candlelit nights, street corners kept our secrets safe.

sweet lips like cinnamon buns and pumpkin spice lattes and that soft admiration in your eyes- a childlike wonder- a twinkle that lit up at any and every magical opportunity as we explored the autumn-sprinkled city.

this time i may not have you.

but at least I’ll still have the memories.

- autumn glows as it burns brightly and fondly reminisces

m.w.

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maybelovesamystery · 3 years

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moonlight on the sea

the downpour on the moor

I loved you oh so deeply

I'm left shaken to my core

I wish you hadn't left me

on that freezing winter night

crushed by a boulder, winds blowing colder

trapped in the darkness without my light

m.w

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maybelovesamystery · 3 years

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What happens once you kill yourself? Because I'm ready to go.

You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself

but you killed everyone else around you too.

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maybelovesamystery · 3 years

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light as a feather, purer than snow

in the moonlight fluorescence your skin does simply glow

no matter the weather, you brighten my day

with your shining smile, radiant as a sun ray

your carefree yet caring nature I do adore

and the way you've made me love even at my core

you've shaken me up, tilted my world in a magical way

motivated me to sing all the words I'm too shy to say

you live your life full of colour- red, pink, yellow, blue

I didnt realise I lived in black and white until I met you

your pink petal tips match the blush of my cheek

when you're gone for this summer I'll yearn for your return, week after week

though often overlooked

your absence is never unnoticed

to you I am hooked

you're my guiding light I'd follow directly into the mist

the hot summer days spent staring at the blue

when the heat begins to grow drowzy and hazy

from a bed of red roses, I'd always chose you

for my favourite flower was always the daisy

m.w

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maybelovesamystery · 3 years

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I want to melt your layers of snow

and uncover where your flowers grow

from the wounds and scars you try to conceal

But I hope you know its okay to feel

All those raw emotions too

when you feel you can't get out of bed

in your shades of red and teary blue

Know all you feel is a part of being real

And give yourself some time to heal

m.w

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maybelovesamystery · 3 years

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we leave footprints in the sand

as we walk hand in hand

on the tender loving land

across we slowly roam

and over the lively foaming sea

i know you and I were made to be

as we, just you and me,

wander slowly home

m.w

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maybelovesamystery · 3 years

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eyes deep and honey-tinted brown

in their depths I'm destined to drown

in moods so high, wishing not to frown

like an anchor you keep pulling me down

skin pale white shines bright as snow

but I want to melt your thick layers so

to dive and reach what beats below

from which thus love does freely flow

you cool my nightmares into warm dreams

as our lips dance under silver moonbeams

and in the darkness our affection teems

and I'm falling feverishly into love, so it seems

m.w

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maybelovesamystery · 3 years

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grief is not linear but rather appears in waves

some days you drown in its thrashing waters

suffocating tears submerge you

and some days you will be granted stillness and tranquillity

even on the grey mornings

just before a downpour

but the clouds will clear eventually

and the sun will shine through once more

m.w

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maybelovesamystery · 3 years

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encourage yourself to love even the silent

in empty hallways which your presence

cannot always seem to come close to filling

for this may be solitude

but never loneliness distilling

m.w

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maybelovesamystery · 3 years

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you birthed me from your bloods

like all those before you

in all fear and tears like floods

you stood by me through and through

and I wish there was a way

that I could even begin to repay

for everything you left behind

giving me the life you couldn't live

so I could see you would go blind

there is nothing to me you wouldn't give

and even when far apart

I will always love you

from the bottom of my heart

m.w

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