Hi! My name is Holly and I’m the owner/author of Holly’sWorld (https://photogarphybyhcmorris77.com/) where I share photos, photo tips and life within reason. Life can be hard, I try to see the bright side and go with the flow. Thanks for taking a look!!
Slinking through the crowd.
Voices jumbled, colors loud.
Walls are compacting, now closing.
Mannequins imposting.
Staring and over beating.
Fleeing through molasses.
Twisting turning, there go my glasses.
Stopping, thrown through a loop.
Breathing erratic, trying to regroup.
Boxed in, can’t breathe.
Panic stricken, need to leave.
Thoughts racing,
Legs bracing.
Tear stricken cheeks.
Worst in weeks.
Crumpled on the floor,
Can’t take it anymore.
Slow as it was fast,
Fear subsided at last.
Another trip; ends in sorrow.
Fuck it, there’s always tomorrow.
My name is Jesse, I am a writer. I post both poetry and mental health pieces about my own struggles and journey on my blog here: https://oneregulardad.home.blog/
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To the east, lest the Sun arise from slumber
the ghost of the shimmering summer dawn
reveals himself in the heat of the season,
hunting for souls who dream, to mesmerize
The winter hunter strays from the frozen north
taunting, enticing, those who will be his prey
a spectre of the sky, before we awake
He casts his nets, his arrows, his poison darts
World sleep on, the Moon has not yet swooned
in Sun’s jealous skies, room for no other till she tires
and sinks to her bed, Orion will seek
those who seek him in the darkest hour
Chrissie Morris Brady
@purbeckpoet
chrissiemorrisbrady.wordpress.com
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Getting off the train in Chicago,
the strong wind,
urgent like me.
Each waft carrying my steps
in the direction of home. It’s as if
nature knew it was time for us. I’m so ready
to capture what sustains me. I’ve missed you,
your silhouette, and your substance.
Being close to you is a memory I pull from.
It keeps me sane while I’m away. This couple
defining what a day needs is everything to me.
Longing to share of myself, my legs
hasten their pace. I want to be
wrapped in the space we create.
I’ve missed your light touch
caressing my face, and
the sweetness of your kisses
has haunted me for weeks.
The questions of workdays take
a backseat while we rediscover
the single-best thing of the us we are.
The focus in your gaze tells me I
was right to hurry. It keeps me coming back,
again and again.
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Selling your reality in pieces
to acquire something bigger than life
will only deteriorate your soul
and stem more misery.
Foiled by a pen,
Wrote a word too embedded in love,
Sunk the tip of the quill deep in the ink,
And marked my heart,
Words that should raise,
Though thwart
My heinous mind.
Fairy of the night,
With wings that shed flakes of snow,
There is, for you, a palace you should know.
It was for when we created peace,
By a night dipped in passion,
Eyes upon Heaven,
And bodies burned in Hell.
We shed dew into a new morning,
And made honey in our embrace.
Love brought time, apart,
While we danced the bed to start
A reverberation,
A cherishing,
A longing.
Love grows like thorns upon the rose,
While lust sinks the petals to wilt.
Kiss me, once more, as I write this verse,
Kiss me with the memory of when we first conversed.
Short Bio: My name is Peter A.W. Wyatt, and I have had a passion for writing for almost 5 years, now. My love for writing began with a love for a certain type of atmosphere in music. It is an atmosphere that can belong to many genres, so to state which genre seems a bit vague, to me. It is an atmosphere that relates much to “melancholy”. I love the feel of it, and I suppose it is because in today’s world, we are surrounded by comfort and ease, due to new inventions and technology. As a result, people like me are drawn to “deeper emotions” that have to do with the “gloom” and “grimness” of Autumn or Winter, or some such. Due to this atmosphere, I find myself in a cold room, drinking a cup of hot tea, and writing some verse or some prose that expresses my emotions.
Blog Link: https://romances.blog/
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it’s annoying
and disappointing
you vow one thing
and do another
where is the care
you promised
i count on it
only to be let down
i gave you
too much credit
trusting you
to do your one job
fulfilling the deed
you signed up for
i should be able
to believe you’d deliver
“My word is my bond!” you said
that commitment
was and is
bullshit
things get
out of hand
you expect me
to pick up the pieces
like i always do
like an obedient servant
dutifully
avoiding defeat
but in the end
i
take the hit
this party’s over
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