TAKING OFF HELL…

Michael Critchley

Pen in hand...

What will it be about

This time?

...Collecting moments of guilt

Giving myself the chance

To forgive that past

Which has made my body

So fragile

What the hell...

Looking at these beautiful hands

Of mine

I go...

To hell with shells

And I get off my scarf

For it’s hot

Too hot

A heat that burns in my cheeks

Must be that hell in me…

And I see her in the mirror

And instead of a bow

Or a WOW

I cry out loud

What the hell!

And I get into this warm bath

Lit candles and all that

And breathe
In

My sweet company

And

Out

All that 

Empty crowd.

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Love...Eagerly Wishing

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Eagerly wishing...

That our souls cross eternity

And once there

Darkness settles afar

And the time we spend together

                                  Is timeless

And the room we occupy

                                 Has no place

And the so down-to-earth prejudices

                                 Ridiculous

You installed your heart in mine

As if a sacred secret

     No dreams are allowed

     No more suffering in silence

     No fantasies in sunshine

 

And we don’t need to ask each other

About how much is it you love me

Or

I love you

Our eagerness and wishes

                  All about…

New Spirits

the girl with the dandelion hair by franzi

Words search any way

Whichever

To come out

.

This scene I can beautify

Still a little bit more

With the help of the voices I hear

Singing their soul out

 .

This mystery I can purify

But all the thoughts

Talking in my head

All at a time

Get no escape
.

This simulation I can dignify

By trying once and again

To hold on to myself

 Self-pity or revenge

When I disappear for two

Maybe three days

.

I travel with ghosts

Whose bad intentions

 Make this one

A new spirit of perfection

And laments fly

In the sky

No redemption.

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Taking part in One Shot Wednesday

Feather Kiss

 

It’s the colour 
of my smile

In a dream of 
softened light
...

...
It’s feathers

Silky

So gentle and smooth

Soothing 

Subtly stroking my chin

My cheeks, then 

My lips

And I wake up

To find you here

Caressing me there

With your mild
Sweet
Fingertips.

..........

Thus, He Tells...

The Butterfly Bringer, by Lee Anne Kortus

He is as old as the mountains

All bones and skin

                   But in his eyes you can see

                     He is ageless, actually.

Can’t remember the last time

He had a look at a mirror

Only, ever since

                         It started to lie back at him

For, while his body followed its route

                                                  His wisdom took another

                                            High up 

                                        Beyond those mountains

And he does as he likes

When he likes

No commitments

           Except for himself

No rush

                          Except to slow down

And wherever he stops and sits

There’s always 

           a bird, a butterfly

            a tree, a child

                   to listen to 

His magic

Timeless

                                                          Never ending stories

Thus, he tells….

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Joinining One Shot Poetry on this first day of the year :-)

Day & Night

It has always amazed me

When I get out of my little space

And go up, up, up,

 Away from my centre

To observe the world. 

It’s 12 p. m. in my area

Still 12 more hours to go...

And  in just an hour

They will be already celebrating

The New Year in Australia.

In India,  Susan will be celebrating in seven hours!

In New York they still have to wait 17 hours

In Los Angeles they must wait for  20

And Oh those in Hawaii 22!

Beautiful WORLD

We are here at this very moment

All souls connected in the very same second

But day and night visit their own way

So that date changes, yes...

What to me was yesterday
To you is today
Or viceversa
If you are in that other place, 
yes....

 

(Click on photos if you need to see better!)

...But we wish for the same...

HAPPY NEW YEAR
;-)

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World Images by Saranga.com

Unnoticed Agony

Lost By Sekatsim-Deviantart

Some are serious memories...

Certain moments in life

With us will go in our mind

Until the day we die

One of them is this

When my little girl was not yet six

‘Go pick your sister’

‘Why me?’

‘Cause I tell you so!’

In that reluctant second of yours

   My world had vanished

   The crowd had swallowed me

   And I was searching and searching

   Among all those tall beings

   So alien, so menacing...

In that reluctant second of yours

   I was lost, I was dying

   All that shot-off adrenaline

   My only company

   And the thousand thoughts that can come to your mind

    In just a flash like that…

So you grabbed me and pulled me

And in your fury I found comfort

And in the laughter and distraction

Of mum I needed a hug and something like,

Hey- you are safe with us, love!

Instead, I had to swallow my river of tears

The shock on my face, my impotence and fear.
That still indescribable fear...

So unsympathetic all you were…

But this is my family, any way

   All I have, everything.

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Admiring

You are not a thief

You are not deranged

But a peeping tom…
Or, are you not?

You are that bird

Hiding in a tree

Looking through 
   into my window

Needing to see me

As I start to get dressed 

Because you are obsessed

Red Lace by AexandraG

Say...

With my hips and legs

   And the way I walk

   And the way I talk

   And the way I wink

Although,

   shame...

   hardly ever at you 

But I know you observe me

Follow my track

I feel your presence

Though you are not there

When I look back

Yes, I know you admire me
   Every move I make... 

And  I pretend I am oblivious

But must admit

I love of yours...

That obsession

Unique admiration

Bordering a rather weird

   Perfection.

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Written for One Shot Wednesday

SUGAR

Collecting single glances

Of a recent past

About to metamorphose

   Into a long ago…

The tune I can hum

But the lyrics are gone.

So the grass is kissed by the wind

That scene brings back

The bizarre peace

I  had forgotten

   Long ago...

When sugar was just sweet

Already long ago

    pain evolved into a habit

And letting go

Into a captive freedom

And what only happened to others

Began to knock at my door

And stayed for coffee

And that fragile innocence

Changed into bitter taste

Despite all that sugar...

Time to Say...

IMAGE: adapted from >

‘Missing You at Christmas.’ Canvas Print by Charles Plant

Another season

Holly and holy

   Season…

…Of love and family

And those who

 Were gone.

Time to celebrate…

...Always wondered what.

Now I know:

We are together

No
   Matter
       What...

Some

   in spirit

Some

   in distance

Some

  in both.

Some so lonely…

 Or perhaps

   Just alone.

That could be you

     Or I...

....Sitting on a chair

Watching time come 
   and go by

As any other day

But

No matter

Time or space.

This life

Or the other.

A smile....

   Comes easy,

From the heart

   To say on this

   Funny day

'Merry Christmas!'…

Et cetera!

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:-)

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