A knife stabbed my heart
And without warning
Twisted and turned
Like a key turning
In a locked door
Threatening to
Unleash a wall
Of pain, I will
Feel the knife
Until it has no
Power over
Me
Tag hurt
Desperation
My tears etch tracks
Down the sides of my face
Flowing unhindered
Unseen
My cries break the silence
Of the overcast day
Speaking of anguish
Unheard
My torment is ignored
And in all my sorrow
My pain
I feel like you don’t love me
And if I need to say that again
It feels as though
You don’t love me
Hardened Heart
Perhaps
If I hurt enough
The pain will go away
Perhaps
If I cry enough
The tears will start to dry
Perhaps
If I allow myself
I will crown myself with beauty
Perhaps
If I never see you again
The song in my heart will return
Or perhaps
My heart will harden
And your power over me will be gone
Eyes of Deceipt
Tell me
Please tell me the truth
Of how eyes can look into my own
Melting my heart and caressing my skin
How do eyes reflect love and care
When there is nothing to reflect?
Tell me the truth
So I can use it as salt on my open wound
So that it would burn so deeply
That I would never, no never
Dare look into those eyes –
Eyes of deceipt
Ever again
Loving Another
What does it feel like
When your lover puts his arm around another
What does it feel like
When you see your lover kiss another
Take a breath
When the pain is scorched into your heart
For now you know
Your lover loves another
And you are left alone
Growing through Hurt
Perhaps
It is easier to be happy
When I don’t have those
Who don’t care for me
Hurting me all the
Time?
Boiling Point
The feelings simmer as
Words begin to bubble
Mixing as they begin
To boil, the tension rises
Heat gets hotter
Rushing quicker, faster
Pressure building –
Boiling point
Sun Whipped
Your love in all its to and fros
Highs and lows
Is as sunburn after a day on the beach
The bliss and joy and fun in the sun
Burns the skin leaving welts of whippings so bad
And I wonder
What did I ever do to make you behave
And do the things you do, behave as you always do?
If ever there was anyone who didn’t deserve my love, well what can I say? It’s you
Feeling Life
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Gut Feeling.”
If an instinct is a feeling
I follow my instinct all the time
For every day in every way
I allow the feeling to lead and guide
If I am in doubt over what to do
Some quietness to get in tune
To what I feel, and never question
How I feel, because therein lies the truth
I have ended friendships, been married, given birth, moved countries, changed jobs, remained at one for many years, I have authored a book and a blog, learning design and soon mobile development, I have questioned others when they have not liked the questions, or the answers or the reply, and I have paid the price of doing so, following one’s instinct is not always the easiest thing to do, there is sometimes pain and pain some more, but it is the only way to go
I live my life by feeling
I write to give my feeling life
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