Agony Of Love Series, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized

Missing Nina

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Clenched in her fist
She held the red pendant
Given to her
By her best friend Nina.

The memories of
Their childhood fun together
Flooded her mind endlessly.
She was motionless.

How sad to think
Her best friend was now gone!
Such a beautiful spirit.
Such an independent soul.

The funeral was just 2 hours away.
She still had no clue what to say.
A eulogy? How inappropriate!
Nina visits her all the time.

They sit and talk and laugh for hours.
To her, Nina was very much alive.
How does one speak of someone
Who is alive as if they were dead?

“Mary honey, it’s time to go say goodbye…”
“OK mom, I’ll be right there!”
Mary walked into the chapel
And stood at the opening of the casket.

There, in a beautiful pink dress,
Laid her childhood friend.
Leaning in close,
Mary kissed her cheek.

Then, she whispered in Nina’s ear,
“How do I speak of you
Without using the phrase
I see dead people?”

 

There was a knock on the door…

 

Jack:
Mary, you’ve been
locked in there for ages.
Please let me in?
Can we please take about this?
Mary please let me explain?

 

Mary had been crying for so long that she drifted off to sleep. She hadn’t thought about her friend Nina much since she left Missouri. She needed to get away from her problems for a while. Perhaps it was time to pay Nina’s grave a visit.

 

[ This is Part 15 of a series entitled “Agony of Love”. Stay tuned for Part 16. See previous installments here.]


Image source: Google images
Contents written: October 4 2016
Originally published:  October 4 2016
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Poetry

Lost in his own world

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There once was a man
Who moved to the middle of nowhere
To feel safe and protected.
Trouble is, when danger came knocking
He was too far away for help to find him.
By the time help came he was already gone.

 


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Image source: Google images
Contents compiled: April 11 2017
Originally published: April 11 2017
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard


Uncategorized

Your words…

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Your words —
They caress mind,
Stimulate my soul,
Awaken my senses.

I find you lurking
In all my thoughts
Seeping into my subconscious
Captivating my every waking moment.

My many broken pieces,
They do not scare you.
Instead, you draw closer
Wrapping me in the blanket of your love.

In your caring soul,  I find safety.
In your sweet smile,  I find hope.
In your alluring voice,  I find wisdom.
In your blue eyes,  I see myself anew.

My days of late, feel Enchanted,
As though inside a fairytale,
With mystical unicorns,
And Knights on white horses.

Can I be your damsel in distress?
Can I fall helplessly into your arms?
Will you rescue me from all my pain?
Will you love me, all of me, scars and all?

Meeting you has been a nice surprise.
I’m honored to be your friend, your ear,
And utterly delighted to be your muse.
Who knows what tomorrow holds?

But until then I’ll simply sit here
Completely intoxicated
And hopelessly mesmerized
By your words…


Contents written: April 9 2016 | Originally published:  April 9 2016   |   Copyright © 2016 Moylom Enterprises


Poetry, Short Stories

He left her pale and static…

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She rose from what seemed
Like an eternal slumber.
Peering out the window
Into black night,
She wished for a full moon.

An unusual stillness
Permeated the air
Fueling her uneasiness.
A chill ran through her.

Suddenly, the floorboards
Creaked in the distance,
Calling her attention
To the possibility
Of an intruder.

She froze,
Reluctant to move,
For fear of calling
Attention to herself.
She felt defenseless!

She scanned the room
For a possible weapon,
Only to discover
Her pale, unclothed body
Laying static in the bed.

How could this be?

 


Image source: Google images
Contents compiled: October 15 2016
Originally published: October 15 2016
Copyright © 2016 Moylom Enterprises


Music is Oxygen, Uncategorized

Finding strength in friendship…

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In the silence
When I can’t hear your voice
I try to imagine the direction
I should look to find you.

I’m not great
With such spacial orientations.
North,  South,  East, West?
They all seem to leave me puzzled.

But somehow, without fail,
I seem to find your heart
Because you are searching
For mine too.

Your soul reaches over
The many obstacles
Which others find daunting
And it finds mine.

I keep thinking
One day your eyes
Would dig too deep
And see unsightly parts of me,

And just like that
Your soul would finally stop
Searching for mine
And disappear into the shadows.

So I try to think of reasons
You shouldn’t look so closely,
But you’re not the superficial type
You live for depth, you’re not afraid.

You don’t mind getting messy
And it amazes me
That you aren’t deterred
By the state of my garden.

You’re willing to help me
Till the stubborn soil
To soften and mulch,
To plant new seeds of love.

Like the seasons
My Spring will soon come.
And hopefully,  those seeds
Will bloom into something wonderful.

So I hope you’ll stick around
To bear witness to your handiwork,
To see how much I’ve grown
Because of you.

Song


Contents written: April 12 2015 | Originally published: June 19 2016  |  Copyright ©  2016 Moylom Enterprises


Poetry

What does it mean?

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Your words dazzle then fizzle
as they hit the floor,
for they are just that,
words, nothing more.

No actions
to bring them to life,
just empty consonants,
and sentences that rhyme.  

Vowels and silables,
strung together cleverly,
to amuse, to tease,
to show off creativity.  

To conjure emotion;
to mess with the mind;
to elicit some action;
to hook like fish on a line.

A lost fairytale wrapped up
in a cute bow,  given as a gift
to those who don’t care
or even want to know.

So what’s the point
of such coy renditions?
To give air to some sort of
highfoluton sophistication?

To elevate? To chastise?
To encapsulate a thought ?
Or perhaps quite simply
an outlet for wrath?

The things we say
should have some meaning,
not just empty words that hit the floor
as if thrown from the ceiling.

What do your words mean?

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Image source: Google images
Contents compiled: March 27 2017
Originally published: March 28 2017
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard