Poetry, quotes

Bitter pill

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“Heartache is a bitter pill to swallow”

© 2016 I. R. B.

 


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Image source: Digital Art by I. R.B.
Contents compiled: December 11 2016
Originally published: December 11 2016
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard


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Poetry

Not a good idea

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Beef stew at 12am
Was probably
Not a good idea.

But when heartache
Takes away the appetite,
Comfort food fills the void.

It doesn’t judge.
It simply does its job.
It understands!

 


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


Poetry

Obsolescence

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The music
Has lost its meaning.
The rhyme
Has lost its reason.

The smile
Is gone from her face.
The memory of him
Can’t be replaced.

What was all
Of the effort for?
Why build a foundation
They now ignore?

None of this
Makes a bit of sense.
How to move on
While stuck in past tense?

Can’t shake the feeling
Of abstract existence.
Not sure where she belongs
Inside obsolescence.

 


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


Poetry

Don’t speak

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Don’t speak,
Just let me listen,
To the sound of our love
Fading from red to black.

Don’t speak,
Just let me listen,
To our favorite record
Becoming scratched.

Don’t speak,
Just let me listen
To the sound of my heart
Slowly losing its beat.

Dont speak,
Just let me listen
To the tears fall down
My sad, lonely cheek.

Don’t speak,
Just let me listen
To our melody
Screeching to a halt.

Don’t speak,
Just let me listen
To the song that says,
“It’s you I can’t live without.”

 


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Image source: Google images
Contents compiled: December 16 2016
Originally published: December 16 2016
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard


Poetry, Short Stories

Harsh reality

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She thought what she found
Was the best she ever had!
She never wanted to take
Any of it for granted.
She wanted to do things differently!

She made every effort
To make it a priority.
She wanted it to last forever,
But unfortunately
She was just an option.

She kept hoping and praying
It would one day be
More than just a ‘thought’.
She was certain what she found
Was the best she ever had!

But forever isn’t possible
Without making certain things
A priority.
How could something so right
Still turn out so wrong?

 


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Contents compiled: October 8 2016
Originally published: October 9 2016
Copyright © 2016 Moylom Enterprises


Poetry, Short Stories

Betrayed…

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As the emotional dagger
Protruded from her bleeding back,
She looked into her mother’s eyes
Searching for answers.

The pain she felt was unbearable.
She wondererd how
The one to whom
She ran for help
Could be the one
To hurt her so badly.

The betrayal left her confused.
Why would her own mother,
The one who knew her best,
Use that knowledge
To ensure her demise.

All those years
Of calculated mind games
At the hands
Of her maternal instructor,
Did not prepare her
For this final battle.

Was she a poor student,
Or did her mother change
The rules of the game?
She did not anticipate
This backhanded move.

As the blood poured out of her,
In the form of her stolen children
She would never get to raise,
She mustered the strength
To offer up one last plea.

“How could you do this to me, mother?
I’m your only daughter.
How could you deprive me
The opportunity
To be a mother to my own children?”

Her mother responded
With a cold, dead stare,
“Don’t worry dear,
It’s alright, you’ll get over it ”

But how does one get over death?
Her heart sank,
Along with the dreams
She had to be with her children.

Fifteen tortured years she waited,
But by then it was too late.
Her babies were grown
And didn’t know her.

The bond was broken.
She would never really
Know her children.
And so she dies slowly each day,
Of betrayal and a broken heart.
The blood pours out of her,
The loss, incomprehensible.

Contents written: August 23 2016
Originally published: August 24 2016
Copyright © 2016 Moylom Enterprises

Poetry

It’s all we have left…

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When the love fades away
All we have left is our words.

So we write to ease the pain
And vow never to love again.

But when the hurt subsides
We rise with hope.

Jaded and scarred we move forward
Because all we want is to be loved.

 


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Image source: Digital Art by A~I. R. B.
Contents compiled: January 1 2017
Originally published: January 1 2017
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard