Category: Pain/Sadness

Empty Shell

Empty Shell

I am dead
Inside a heart beats
Tears fill tired eyes
Blood runs through veins
A pulse can be felt
Yet I feel nothing
Robbed of joy
Pleasure denied
Happiness stolen
I am an empty shell
A shadow of my former self
Invisible
and I know who killed me


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Lillian is hosting Poetics at D'Verse tonight and has prompted us with
a list of movies that have won a Razzie for the worst film.  From the list
she provided I chose a 2007 movie called 'I Know Who Killed Me'

The Tangled Web We Weave – Flash Fiction

The Tangled Web We Weave

He never listened. Oh, he heard, but was incapable of listening to her.

In the beginning she loved his intelligence and sweetness. There was something deliciously romantic about his thoughtful gestures. He cast a spell on her, capturing her in his jeweled web. Making sure she was good and stuck in place. She could neither come nor go. The quirkiness of his personality once refreshing and keeping her always on her toes, now suffocating. Trapped by his weirdness that quickly lost its appeal. Squeezing the breath from her lungs and energy from her body.

What she mistakenly took for romance was actually a predator luring his prey. Now his web constricts and chokes her until she is no more.  To her, death is quite romantic. She speaks no more but he didn’t listen to her anyway.  If he couldn’t have her, then nobody would.

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Bjorn is hosting Prosery Monday at D’Verse. He has prompted us with a line from Bob Dylan’s Desolation Row to be included in our piece of flash fiction to be no more than 144 words.
”To her, death is quite romantic”

Unhealthy

Unhealthy

Would that those spiteful words
Be unsaid
So my cracked heart
stings no more
Had I not seen you
then surely my happiness
would still be in tact
Our love song was unsung
I accepted the ending
and have only myself to blame
That ship had sailed
You had slipped from sight
beneath the waves
if life’s disorder
and I pulled you back
to the surface
Can a sight be unseen?
Can words ever be unheard?


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Bjorn is hosting Open Link Night at D'Verse

Image by 27soon from Pixabay 

Enveloped in Sadness

Enveloped in Sadness

Vacant eyes stare unfocused
The body slouches over
Exhausted from the trials of life
Weary from the constant motion

Inside a heart aches
from the pain of being
Bleeding love that
will never be returned

Sleep comes easily
Whenever and wherever
Grateful to be taken away
to another dimension


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Sanaa is hosting Open Link Night at D’Verse

Broken in Pieces

Broken in Pieces

When there was no hope in your world
I was there for you
When your heart ached
I soothed your pain
When you needed me the most
I let you lean on me
When you saw no future
I painted you a new one
When others hurt you
I consoled you
When you felt like there was no tomorrow
I cried with you
When you felt lost and sad
I comforted you
When you needed to remember
I made a note for you
When you were hungry
I nourished you
When lost in your own darkness
I would shine a light for you

I am your support, your crutch
Your everything
But making you whole
Has broken me in pieces


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Word Prompts

Shine - RDP
Make a Note - Stream of Consciousness

Shambles

Shambles

Tender skin caught on barbed wire
surrounding an angry heart
Words trample on delicate feelings
just trying to comprehend the chaos
Eyes fill with salty tears
reacting to a life in shambles
Pain almost too hard to bear
Witnessing the demise
of what once was



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Trample - Word of the Day

Tender - FOWC

Eyes - RDP

‘Amble’ - Stream of Consciousness

Trail of Tears

Trail of Tears

On this night of stars
Where the velvet sky is clear
and romance is in the scented air
I look up into his face
A place where I love to linger
but my gaze is not returned
The light is gone from his eyes
His look is vacant
and his mind clearly elsewhere
He is present in body,
though absent in spirit
His heart, already taken back from me
and likely given to another
I knew then he was no longer mine
My trail of tears was his parting gift


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Stream of Consciousness - Trail

Me versus You

Me versus You

Love is a thing of beauty
Given unconditionally 
with the hope it be treasured 

   Love is not a weapon
   kept in an arsenal
   and brought out in time of war 


Words are shared delicately
In kindness and in the hope
of reciprocity

   Words spoken from a heart
   may not be thrown back
   in anger


Promises are the view into a future
Shared with another in a
commitment of love

   Promises made are to be kept
   and cannot be taken back
   in spite


My white is your black
The chasm between us filled grey 
where we are stuck in muddied indifference

   You are beyond my outstretched hand
   Pretending you don’t see me
   My end is your beginning



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Grace is hosting Open Link Night at D'Verse Poets

Image by GimpWorkshop from Pixabay  

Broken – Poem of the Month – May 2022

Broken

Broken like the wing
of an injured bird
Broken is the silence
of words never heard

Broken like branches of a tree
slowly bent and withered
Crippled by the performance
You so cruelly delivered

Feeling shattered and
broken in a thousand parts
It is the sliver of glass
that is optimism in my heart

A heart left in pieces
after you rendered your speech
You have exited my world
and you are now out of reach

I struggle to sweep away
the fragments of a dream
Scattered in explosion
A world of hope to redeem

Broken is my spirit
at the end of this line
Broken is this heart
You took what was mine


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Sanaa is hosting Open Link Night at D'Verse Poets tonight.
I wrote this poem about four years ago. 

Living Death

Living Death

This pain of mine cannot be denied
My anger chooses not to bargain
As I sink into the lows of depression
I cling hopelessly to the habits 
formed by your dysfunction
My crippled heart beats
to the sound of a broken drum
Acceptance is my demise
because each day I die a little death


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Lisa is hosting Tuesday Poetics at D'Verse and has prompted us with
the book On Death and Dying by Elisabeth Kübler-Ross, M.D. In her book
she says the five stages of grief are: denial, anger, bargaining, depression,
and acceptance.  We can choose one or more of the stages in our poem.
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