2013, or...

 

 

...Good...

Another year’s gone

Will all

your wishes come true?

Are you going to

 resolve any of the twelve?

They should be thirteen

instead

It does not seem as if it were

to start

all over again

Feels more like

 a continuity of what

began centuries ago

And

That is lasting

Now

 too long.

...Bad...

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IMAGE: Making a fresh start by Amanda Cass

HAPPY NEW YEAR!
.
.

Still here, here still

Times we had

when the grass

was greener

when

looking for

was

finding

Spots showed up

before our smiles

Times we had

when that dark

side of the moon

was

meaningless

and the light

was

brighter

the taste

 much sweeter

Times we had

times we shared

and at them we laughed

now gone

but the applause

we still hear

Still here

Here still

Inspired by listening to Pink Floyd today.

Image: Faces in the Mirror by Cameron Gray

no scented

 roses are kind of lost

gone

with  forgotten words

kisses are loose

too easy to undermine

unable lips

uttering

nonsense chitchats

Mona's rose by Catrin Welz-Stein

setting off

Drowned in the loneliness
Of this island
Sinking in the ocean
Of hunger and wounds

Smelling the twilight
Words tangle

It’s departure time

Tears fly
and are trapped
in the circling of our hearts

All that noise is deaf
The beat on our chests
break the silence
the mess

Eyes do the talking

Hoping not to regret
it's never too late

It’s departure time.

And the roads were always there
for us to be walked.
The guitar was always there

for us to be played
Piles of books
could’ve been read

Instead, we took the shortcuts
we sang out of tune
and we just read

the summaries.

And now

it's getting too late. And now...

It is departure time.

[Sorry- forgot the image credit]

the night

No 

matter

how blue,

or green,

our eyes.

.

No matter

how avid

or intense

their glow.

.

On windy nights

candles blow.

Image: Trade in time .. by artsmitten

Shaped a candle and posted it for d'verse!

Been Trying

_

 

Been trying

to change our fate

Forcing life to take my direction

Because I was taught hope is never lost

Thinking how to change your thinking

When never could I 

  mine…

Thus, you would forgive me

I would forget

And we would start

all over again

Because I was taught

 we must forget the past

Enjoy the present

Dream the future

Been trying,

Been

failing.

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Image: I Have You in My Sights by Amanda Cass

Written for D'verse- Open Link Night Week 14

hope

Unfinished

These fragments

Persistent

Immaterial

Hoping you were

Were not trying

Trying again the old formula

Breathe in, breathe out

Hoping I had

Was having

One last shower

Putting on

My favourite silky piece

Bringing back old memories

Allaying

Hoping you are...
You know
Knowing and never forget
You are who you are
 
Hoping you are...
You accept
Accepting there is no way back
 And time is not going to stop
For you
Or anyone.

Hoping you are...
You realize
Realizing I was

Longing so little ago

For the end of what’s now

A desired

Shivering winter

Hoping we are...

Hoping we were

Sinking  into my inner sea

Meaningless

Unforgettable.

Hopeless.

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Image: Reclining Woman by Jan Rauchwerger

...but you had a goal, didn't you?

Rotten tomatoes

    Thrown on your face.

You close your eyes

    And keep on the speech...

There was a time when

They were white roses

    though with no smell

When even you believed

    In your speech

‘Cause you had an aim, remember?

 Too soon we forget

Too soon you knew

    this world you could not save

If only a little change...

Thus, now you see

    It’s too late.

For it had nothing to do with it

But with them

    standing behind your shade.

And money bought you

    As it bought them...

Rotten tomatoes

On your face say:

     History recalls

    What they could never learn.

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Image from La Flaca magazine. Cartoon about the Spanish chieftainship and the electoral fraud.

Hell Miracles

Goya already painted lots of the sort...

But my visions lack his black

Surroundings and backgrounds

Are these visions or ascensions?

Collisions in delusions

Where these tiny miracles appear to stand

Appealing , appalling

Waiting at the end

Of the never ending tunnel

His black is my grey, my white

Silver,  some time

Others…

    stained with reddish sparks

And while strolling through

   a hundred hands rise

Begging me to share

     these tiny miracles that glare

And the angels up there

Snoring in dreams

Ignoring me and my glimpse

Sight of those still afar tiny miracles

That push me

pull me,

Pull me and

push me

…Inciting me

        to exist. 

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Posted for One Shot Wednesday

  ‘Distant Eden’ Canvas Print by Cliff Vestergaard

 

EARTH

Sisters by Mariska

Oh sister...

Been missing you so much 
I need to tell you

.

Back from cold, sweet Dublin...
(Thanks for the souveniers)

Just a week,

 And all this I’ve been through
     so deep

Ever since.

Remember?

He used to say, ‘Hey,

The word you are looking for is

Fabulous!’

And I believed him,

And I thought-at long last

Someone had found that charm in me...

Oh sister,

You know all that much about me

After all we’ve gone through too, together.
-

I fell in, as you know

And again, as you already knew

How badly- I needed to fall out.

Sister,

Tell me,

What have I done to deserve this?

What can I do with all this love within?

So eagerly wishing to be there, put- somewhere,
a Him...
It seems...

All this love, all this crying...

Tears that ever since we grew out of childhood

Had to be swallowed.

And crying inside leads us to that place

Mad, anxious..

The big lie.
.

And learn and pretend

Everything is all right

But nothing is alright

Everything is actually so much worse than it used to be.

Yes, we know and accept

And we are mothers

We are sisters...

.

Oh sister!

How long will I have to hold this in

And regret and go on

As if nothing really mattered?

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To my One and Only Sister, Saro.

I Write

http://www.redbubble.com

I write

In a senseless rhythm
I write because it’s a must
Recalling facts from real life
And what I never got to have
In a bare try

I write

While I search for the right words
So you can search for the right meaning
All the same
No way, but
For the sake of it
For there should be a reason
Or maybe not 

I write

Today is an in-and-out
And in again
Deeper- so intense
It hurts somehow
No place to stand or start
No reason to find
The exact moment 

I write

But before I’ve finished
You’ve probably left
When this is taken for granted
Need to have begun
When I lost the sense of rhythm
And rhyme 

I write

My words stolen
Where do they lead us to
    you, me? 

My heart

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RUN DOWN

RUN DOWN

With my words unspoken

I visit the valley of darkness

Trying to forget the hassle

And continuous disappointment

Which surely

Happens for having

Such

Greater expectations…

My sweetness spinning a top

To nowhere I know.

This is not triviality any more.

Awaiting the prize I worked for.

Maybe

If I did some

More penance

Maybe if I punished myself

A bit further…

Disgust of life

And its surroundings…

Must move away from here

Vanish

Disappear

Get into a deeper submissiveness…

This sounds like moaning

But it is not.

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Deviantart Image

And Although You Deserve Much More...

And I hear your laughter

And your sense of humour

And I have a view of myself

While you do

And I observe you

For you are my genius

And I feel my tears

And you love me

For saying

I love you

And the rest of your reasons

And I feel your beautiful hands

And your feet

As I massage

Your discomfort...

And you thank me

For always being here

And you blame me

And then forgive me

And I feel my tears

For not having you near

Like in the old years...

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AND I’ve thought so much about You today ... So Much , so much more than usual...that I’ve written another one.

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You left us

And in doing so

You left us

All behind

You left us

Knowing

About the few too many hearts

All broken

Having to admit

Having to accept

You’d left us

All behind you.

You left

Against your will

And I cannot

Of that memory get rid...

You left against your will

And for that reason

Did not take time

Did not have time

Did not think about time

To say goodbye

And did not want

To hear our good byes

Or did you?

You left

Leaving behind

All these bloody

Material things

I’ve had to pick

You left knowing

I’d have to

You left

And now pretend

Maybe

That we understand

That we should learn

Have no other choice

But learn

Life is one and only

You wanted to live this

More than anyone else

So why

You left us.

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