Lonely Streets
Torturous heart resides
in unseen truths,
drinking rancid tears
of fallen grief.
Forlorn within
the dusky skies,
cascading painfully
down my face,
clasping dreams
in slippery grasp,
treading lonely streets.
I sigh through
my gritted teeth,
struggling to open
facets of love again.
My thoughts are
mere shadows
bearing courage,
reaching for sun
in the distance.
I close ageless gap
between us,
linger in darkness
of your hunger,
liberate my soul,
free to love
all over again.
Somewhere...
Somewhere
dead minds love, so
perfectly
embrace imprisoned; merely
being here.
forgot ( this sudden image cries)
plagued the bright orange glow
crowds the mornings crest below.
never stood to see myself, but
lost you in the words; the worlds.
who has not seen you
so; splendor?
dumb and dull, not
since i saw you last.
so truly forever, i might ask
what brought you forth? why
do you speak in soft warm hues?
long forgotten (as am
i) to exist
to perturb another soul.
© Megan
Walking Shoes
Waiting...
The unknown.
This abyss, I'm looking.
I'm coming for you.
The distance, it's hard to breathe.
I'm trying to believe
That I need you. That I want you.
Keep going, they say.
Do they understand?
Maybe, but they're not me.
It's hard, so hard.
Impossible, really.
Yet I'm still here, trekking blind into a sea of thoughts.
Swamped, it's painfully hot.
It's sticky, the flies.
What pests!
Why is it so difficult?
Where are you?
I'm dizzy from these circles.
The guessing and the games.
I'm fighting for survival
When all I really want is your name.
Why are you hiding?
Are you hurting like me?
Draw yourself a map, we'll meet in the middle.
Hopefully...I'll see you soon.
Opening Night Jitters
Peeking out from behind the heavy red velveteen curtain, her stomach is beginning to churn and her mouth is going dry. The sight of all the audience seated in their noisy anticipation sends shivers down her spine. Letting the draping folds slip back into place, she wiped her sweaty palms on the tired towel that hung just to the right of her; there for that very purpose. "They would love it!" she pronounced. "But, what if they didn't?" she questioned. Many of her friends had come, by her invitation. "Oh! why had they come!?" She silently groaned, as she nervously wiped the sweat off her brow. Would they view her with familiarity or would they think her brilliant in her character? With only five minutes to spare and her heart pounding so dreadfully fast, she hurried back to her dressing room, wondering why she continued, every time, to put herself through this same experience. But, deep in her heart, she knew the answer. What a delicious, and gloriously defining moment it was when the last memorized word was uttered and the next second of silence ushered in the deafening, crashing applause. How undeniably sweet the terror of opening night; how torturously beautiful!
Woman
Heavenly kisses
The sight of a pair of angels’ wings
I see you and know not where to begin
You are perfection
Skin so pure
Put on this earth to tempt and allure
Lips that speak no malice or for it care
Hair silken falling so gently fair
Your face flawless like alabaster
No others will resemble you now or after
Sculptured body tall like an ivory tower
Opening its petals stretching like a flower
You are beauty
It shadowed only by your grace
Forever in my life
I pray I shall always see your face
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