Digital Art, Poetry

Sleep


I laid there
for what seemed like forever
trying to create
something of substance.
But my eyes
could not stay open long enough
to be of any use to me
or the creative process.
I, a prop to my pillow,
became its midnight companion
and a part of its creative process —
dreams!


Contents written April 29 2019
Digital Art by Moylom Art Studio
Copyright ©2019 Moylom Art Studio




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Poetry

Boys vs Men

Their attraction turned to conversations.

Their conversations turned to glances.

Their glances turned to smiles.

Their smiles turned to closeness.

Their closeness turned to touch.

Their touch turned to warm embraces.

Their warm embraces turned to anticipation.

Their anticipation turned to desire.

Their desire turned to love.

Their love turned to ‘his’ fear.

His fear turned to his flight.

His flight turned to his disappearance.

His disappearance turned to her disgust of men!

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Image source: Google images
Contents compiled: January 18 2018
Originally published: February 3 2018
Copyright © 2017-2018 Agong of Love


Poetry

Disheveled and broken

She stared off
into the distance,
emotionally disheveled
and broken.

She was numb.
All that time…
All that effort…
All that money…
For what?

It all seemed so unfair!
He won.
She lost.
She had already
lost so much.
This was too much to bear.

The tears trickled at first.
The words,
forced to break through
trembling lips,
were incomprehensible.
She had to repeat herself.

He,
the one to whom she entrusted
her last chance at freedom,
had failed her.
His coldness was unforgivable.

He seemed almost indifferent.
He didn’t seem to accept
any responsibility
for any of this.

He made her
carry this burden alone.
How could it all
end like this?

To whom must she turn now?
How will she ever
find the strength
to start all over again?

The pain pierced through
every layer of her being!
The agony consumed her!

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Image source: Google images
Contents compiled: September 18 2017
Originally published: February 2 2018
Copyright © 2017-2018 Agong of Love


Poetry, Short Stories

In mourning

 

The details have yet to be absorbed…
One fact still remains, he’s insane!
He’s always been, I just didn’t know it.
How could I have been so blind?

I sit here mourning the loss of a thought…
How absurd of me to desire freedom!
Til death do us part are the words we swore.
So I guess that’s how our story must end.

I don’t know what chapter of our book I’m in.
Six years of misery and pain, praying for an end.
A nervous wreck, an emotional mess…
Starving to be truly loved…

Choosing a path worth traveling…
Sacrifices to make for our safety.
Challenges to overcome, seeking strength.
Claiming the victory in Jesus’ name.

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Image source: Google images
Contents compiled: September 22 2017
Originally published: September 23 2017
Copyright © 2017 Agong of Love


Poetry, Reblogs, Short Stories

Worth saving…

 

Confused,
she attempted to let go
of a situation she couldn’t comprehend.

Uncertain,
she pondered the reason
for her presence in his life.

Frustrated,
she questioned if what they had
was worth saving.

Relieved,
he asked her to be patient,
to give him a little more time.

Surprised,
he held on tighter
than she thought he ever would.

Elated,
she was comforted to know
he cared enough to ask her to stay.

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Image source: Google images
Contents compiled: August 8 2017
Originally published: August 8 2017
Copyright © 2017 Anonymously Yours


Poetry, Reblogs, Short Stories

Gazing at your eyes

 

Running my fingers
through your hair…

Tracing the outline
of your dimpled cheeks…

Gazing at your eyes
as they stare into mine…

Watching that seductive smile
grow across your lips…

Knowing you’re about to do
something rediculously amazing…

You get me every time…

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Image source: Google images
Contents compiled: June 19 2017
Originally published: July 22 2017
Copyright © 2017 Anonymously Yours


Poetry

Don’t believe them!

 

The ones who claim
to be better than the rest,
are the ones who end up
hurting us the most.
Why?
Because we
actually believe them!

Don’t fall for their
hypnotizing song and dance,
for the lies they feed us
are not fit
for human consumption.
Instead,
toss their servings of drivel
to the swine,
for we all know
they’ll eat anything!


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Image source: Google images
Contents compiled: July 9 2017
Originally published: July 9 2017
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