Digital Art, Short Stories

Mesmerized 35

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He was mesmerized
by her beauty
and gave her
whatever she wanted.

She was mesmerized
by his wealth
and pretended
to love him.

Sadly,
neither were happy
because
money cannot buy love.

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Contents written April 14 2019
Digital Art by Moylom Art Studio
Copyright ©2019 Moylom Art Studio

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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




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


Uncategorized

A dash of salt

A dash of salt
To season All the half truths
You told me

A dash of salt
To heal All the wounds
You gave me

A dash of salt
Tossed over my shoulder
As I curse your name

A dash of salt
Is what you are now
May you melt in the falling rain


Contents written: April 9 2015. Edited: April 12 2015  |  Originally published: April 2015  |  Copyright © 2015-2016  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


Uncategorized

No need to explain

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Image source: Google images (pcwallart.com)

There’s no need to explain why I’m here
With you such small-talk is unnecessary.
You get me better than anyone
Yet with such intimacy
You never force me to stay.

You know it’s better
That I come in search of you
Than to have you come barging in my door —
It’s the only way I’ll fully appreciate your love.

You know I always come back,
I can’t stay away too long.
Your humility and grace are powerful;
I’m drawn to the peace that surrounds you.

I crave peace —
That satisfaction of solving the puzzle —
Perhaps because my existence
Is froth with complications.
Yet you seem to take delight
In seeing me in action
Trying to solve for “X”  —
The algebraic equation of my life.

You’re waiting patiently
For me to say it,  aren’t you?
Okay then,  well here goes…
I’m here because I missed you.
I will always come back to you
For in you I am truly alive.


Contents written: May 29 2016  | Originally published: May 30 2016  |  Copyright 2016 Moylom Enterprises


 

Uncategorized

This is what I crave…

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Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes! – that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Poem by Edgar Allan Poe

Poem source: http://m.poemhunter.com/poem/annabel-lee/


Image source: Google images
Contents compiled: September 17 2016
Originally published: September 18 2016
Copyright © 2016 Moylom Enterprises