The Not so silent night
Upon the silence of the night
The screamings of the fright
In a distance an hymn
Is it wicked whispers of the grim
To know it, I must
I stood up from the rest
Through the woods i fight
Damned wolves of the night
With bare hands and my might
To hear it, better right
Through all this Misery and Blight
I found it, alight
In the Darkness of the night
Music held me tight.
Haiku City: Into This World & First Discovery
Softly Crying the First Time
You are finally free;
kicking, wiggling; crying out.
The world awaits you.
A Drop of Wet in The Bathroom
It is your first time.
You want to make it perfect.
“Mommy! I make pee!”
This comes from around Decemmber 2016.
It had six reads. Interestingly enough,
it’s the only piece written that had no likes or reposts.
This is the second of two challenges put up.
This is not part of my theme.
The shortness of breath
Begins with a quickening of the heartbeat
Starts with the joy or the thought of seeing a loved one.
Then the good natured anxiety that persues is later recognised for what it truly is.
The excitement of that first flush of realised love!
@Danceinsilence # wayback machine # shortest least read poem # 9 months ago
You ask me time-and-time again,
are there things from you I hid?
My answer always remains the same,
but could it be that I did?
I tell you parts from my past,
just the scraps, the known facts.
It’s true though love, there’s more than that.
There are more parts to my past.
The pains from hell that come along
to haunt me ’till I too am gone.
The dancing figures lined in gold,
waving to my disfigured soul.
As I look on gold turns to rust,
and finally from rust to dust.
Flowing around me, forming a cage.
Just like the one concealing my rage.
Their laughter dies and all is still,
and then I know their heart is as well.
But through the pain and through it all,
they still will come with me.
At least until mine is as well.
Written; July 31st, 2018