Poetry

The Solitary Bench

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In the middle of
a wooded area
stood a solitary bench.
Why?

Would anyone really
think to sit there?
I know for sure
I’d be scared to!

Was it put there
to be inviting
or as a joke to see
who’d be brave enough
to accept the challenge?

What comes to mind
when you look at
the solitary bench?

 


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Image source: Google images
Contents compiled: September 18 2016
Originally published: September 19 2016
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard


Poetry

Facing her fears, living her nightmares…

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Waking up on thin ice,
She tiptoes across the frozen lake of her fears
Hoping to make it safely to the other side.

She can’t swim so prays earnestly for guidance,
And with her final utterance
The ice cracks and she disappears.

Is this her deliverance or her demise?
In the depths of icy water a voice says,
“Face your fears.  It’s  the only path to safety.”

Her discovery is liberating.
She surfaces from the depths of darkness,
Takes a deep breath and dips back under the ice.

She’ll make it to shore or die trying.
Determined, she presses on imperfectly,
Not looking back, swimming with all her might.

She breaks through the shallows.
She’s tired now, resting her wary head.
The fear drips off her; she shivers.

Perhaps sleep will stay a while this time.
It’s the only escape from her fears.
But as she dozes, there’s a distant rustling.

Sleep is close but it won’t come to her.
It teases and torments her — a cruel joke.
This is the nightmare of her life…


Contents written: July 16 2016  |  Originally published: July 17 2016  |  Copyright © 2016 Moylom Enterprises


Picture Poetry, Poetry

Crumble

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The things that make
Their friendship work
Are the things that make
Their relationship amazing.

If their love dies,
She fears, so will their friendship.
If their friendship dies,
She fears, so will their love.

Withholding his love
In hopes of just being friends,
Means the foundation they built
Is beginning to crumble.

Why try to fix something
That isn’t broken?
Why try to change something
That’s perfect as it is?

She hurts to know
That what they created
Will one day be no more.
It doesn’t make sense!

 


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Image source: Digital Art by A~I. R. B.
Contents compiled: December 31 2017
Originally published: January 2 2017
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard


Poetry

Locked away…

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A frozen heart
Afraid to feel
Scarred by past hurt
Hides in the depths of darkness.

Safely protected,
The heart does not realize
That the cave of comfort
Can also become a tomb of death.

Void of light,
Void of stimulation,
Void of love,
The heart withers slowly.

Locking ourselves away
In hopes of preventing hurt,
Also means,
Locking ourselves away
From the possibility of finding love.

~Moylom Enterprises August 21 2016~


Contents written: August 21 2016  |  Originally published: August 22 2016  |  Copyright © 2016 Moylom Enterprises


Poetry, Short Stories

Losing my mind

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I locked my self out of my home on Friday.
I had to go to the mgmt office to get a key.
This is something I just never do.
I had my lunch bag but left my pocketbook.

This is frustrating.
I’ve been misplacing things a lot lately.
Many changes in my life
Have left me emotionally frayed.

The stress is taking a physical toll.
And now the mental effects are showing.
I feel Iike I’m losing my mind.
I’m scared!

This is not like me.
I’ve never been this physically shaken.
I’ve never been this mentally frayed.
I’m trying to find clarity.
I need to get over this but I just feel lost.

I’m not good at pretending.
I’m not good at faking happiness.
I can’t sell hopefulness in the face of doubt.
I’m not good at smiling through the pain.

I’m sorry if that doesn’t sit right with you.
I’m sorry I’m not my upbeat self.
I’m just struggling.
I’m not used to this uncertainty.

I’m just being real.
I’m just being myself.
I’m sorry if that’s not who you came to see.
But that’s all I know how to be.

I’m sorry…

 


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Image source: Google images
Contents compiled: December 18 2016
Originally published: December 18 2016
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard


Music is Oxygen

You are the only exception:

 

Learning to trust…
Learning to believe…
Learning to hope…
Learning to love again…

 

 

Song: “Paramore: The Only Exception [OFFICIAL VIDEO]

 

 


Image source: Google images
Video source: YouTube
Contents compiled: November 10 2016
Originally published: November 11 2016
Copyright © 2016 Moylom Enterprises


Agony Of Love Series, Poetry, Short Stories

The Details

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Jack:
See Mary, that’s where you’re wrong.
She’s new.
Most of my interactions with her
Are in passing. No deep conversations.

Mary:
Go on…

Jack:
Do I think she’s attractive? Yes.
I can appreciate
The physical beauty in any woman!
But I find emotional and intellectual beauty
More appealing. You know that!

Do I think she’s smart? Yes.
She does a great job
With her presentations
And she’s a good team player.

Am I attracted to her intelligence? Yes.
I find all intelligence to be attractive
Regardless of gender. You know that also!

Was I too playful with her? Perhaps.
It’s just who I am.
I’m always my real self with everyone.
You know I like being authentic,
But sometimes I go too far, I know that.

Was this one of those times?
Perhaps.
If I lead her on, Mary,
It was completely unintentional.

I would never purposely ruin
What you and I have.
I never want to hurt you,
I love you too much!

Mary:
OKay, well that’s good to know.

Jack:
First thing tomorrow I’ll talk to her.
I’ll fix this Mary, I promise!
I know I’m not perfect
And I know you never ask me to be,
But I’m gonna have to work on this.
I don’t want you ever thinking
You can’t trust me.
Now will you please come home?

 

[ This is Part 7 of a new series entitled “Agony of Love”. Stay tuned for Part 8. See previous installments here.]


Contents written: August 17 2016 | Originally published: August 23 2016 | Copyright © 2016 Moylom Enterprises