Grief shared or personal is intense and potent a bolt from the blue it strikes universally without any reservationsA dark ominous cloud it descends … Grief – A Long Journey My mum’s quite the poet. She’s writing after quite some time and I would be thrilled if you could stop by her blog and show… Continue reading Grief – A Long Journey
Sorrow sleeps against my window, Condensing into a murky fog. The verdant oaks that brought me joy, No longer seek to please the heart. Days of sun and restful smiles, Have prematurely fled my path. Most lovely flames have waned to dust Much love has failed to come to fruition. Should there be ache in… Continue reading Then There Is Losing You
When trouble is slapped across your face like Winter’s chillAnd the Wind seems to bring nothing but bouts of hellI want you to remember that you are stronger than the dejection you feelYou are the boiling blood of a thousand simmering SummersYou are the steadfast spirit of several scorching SunsYou have limbs that have learnt… Continue reading Shared Inheritance
I am an elaborate ordeal A bitter pill to swallow And you devour me whole Without thought or judgment When I serve you my pain Unfiltered and raw You do not question my afflictions You do not ask me to fix my ache Instead you wear it on your head Like a solemn crown And… Continue reading Being Whole Again
Words pierce Like arrows Coarse blunt Chafe flesh Dig wounds Leave scars Fierce words Razor sharp Thirst blood Slash cut Bold knives Pinch prod Without relief Without remorse Vicious words Stab hearts Vent wrath Emotions fade Wounds heal Pain remains And words pierce. ~By: Tanya~ Images: Pinterest (Slowly coming back to form)
Her pretty ruins crawled back together to form a magnificent memorial. A crumb of bones transformed into something monumental. To mark her grave, a wreath conceived from her own remains – pink petals of Elysian tissue and flesh strewn together to adorn her cenotaph. A tomb of beautiful wreckage, she wore her brokenness like a… Continue reading Beautiful Remains
I must love to lose because I need to lose to love. Monica Barengo Art
Chopstick limbs Dig in Sashimi skin. Ginger eyes seek Soy lips to fix Another wasabi sting.
Shattered souls so lost in their pain, they forget you too could be hurting. Broken shards can never sympathize with the hand that bleeds to put them back together.
