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Karma ~ #poetry #AugustWriting

14 Tuesday Aug 2018

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She tried to run, but never got far
The other would find her, she knew

No walls, nor doors, did stop the chase
The nightmare, always quickly grew

It was like looking at herself, in a mirror
This ghost that followed her around

Frightened more, by what she saw
In the halls, of this battled ground

Same hair, same shape, her identical twin
Lavishly clad, she dressed for the night

Yet, she, in leather, known as the warrior
Was afraid to take on this sibling fight

For she knew her sister wouldn’t believe
It was never meant to happen at all

But Karma knew better, she always did
The warrior was about to fall

 

August Writing Prompt – Karma’s quest for comeuppance – Day 14/31

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At it Again ~ #poetry #muse

13 Monday Aug 2018

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My muse is at it, once again

This time she’s sprouted wings

To make her journey faster, she says

Who believes in such a thing?

“I’m tired of sitting on the shelf”

She whines, with her usual flare

“I can’t do everything by myself!”

I yawn, like I really don’t care

And she flutters by me, nudging

I try to swat her away, but I miss

Back and forth, she flies about

I don’t think I signed up for this

But she knows just how to get me

Awakening this dreamer, she can!

It’s quite impossible, to try to sleep

Those wings of hers, sound like a fan!!

 

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Panic ~ #poetry #dark

13 Monday Aug 2018

Posted by in dark poetry, Poems, Poetry

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The medication is beginning to wear thin

Night terrors return, with a frantic fury

Evoking strange visions, conjuring the dark

Encapsulating me, like a jail cell, but the bars!

Claustrophobia has nothing on these feelings

Like solitary confinement, there’s no escape

I’m trapped in my own fear, flailing my arms

Still you sleep, with me screaming on the inside

And you not hearing on the outside, please wake up!

Unlock this oubliette, find the door to set me free

I call your name, no response, the silence deafens

My heart, racing, beating, as it longs to release

Scattered breaths, this taunting inside me

And when it finally does, I am spent, and you wake

Realizing, this is my life, this is how I cope with it

I panic, it attacks, with no cavalry to rescue me

No savior, only me, finally fighting my way out

The easiest way to deal with this, is to not sleep

So I don’t, and I won’t, and I can’t live like this

 

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Coffee Curfews ~ #poetry #AugustWriting

13 Monday Aug 2018

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It’s way past my curfew
There goes the whole night
I’ll be up past the moon
See the sun glisten bright

The caffeine’s kicking in
Too much coffee ingested
Can’t waste any of it
When there’s creamer invested

I won’t dump a whole pot
Down the drain, just because
My body needs sleep
But my mind doesn’t pause

I have to keep writing
Get the words out of my head
There’s no time, like the present
I can sleep, when I’m dead

So I’ll make me another
Might as well stay awake
Make it into Guinness’ book
For the longest coffee break

 

August Writing Prompt – Coffee curfews – Day 13/31

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Blue Skies in Summer – #poetry #writephoto #AugustWriting

12 Sunday Aug 2018

Posted by in August Writing, Poetry, WritePhoto

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Rolling hills, verdant, green, azure skies of blue, white puffy clouds float along with the breeze, ah, summer, I’ve been waiting, for you. Flowers decorate the meadows below, a sea of white, they are nature’s reflection. Oh, how I long to get lost, in the glow, of Heaven’s purest perfection. The scent in the air, breathes my thoughts to the wind, pondering, where this season rescinds; the warmth of her touch, giving in to the fall, oh, summer, you’re not nearly long enough, at all. So I shall plant, this image in my head, dream of these days, when winter, instead, has brought in the frost, to cover the land, and pray once again, for sweet summer, so grand.

 

I combined Sue’s #writephoto and ~M’s Daily Writing Prompt  🙂

August Writing Prompt – Blue skies and blossoms – Day 12/31

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