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.]


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Contents written: October 4 2016
Originally published:  October 4 2016
Copyright © 2016 Moylom Enterprises


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Poetry, Short Stories

Moment of clarity

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The truth is,
My insecurities caused me
to let people into my life
who were unhealthy for my wellbeing.

My young-adult, low self-esteem
clouded my judgment.
My needs, unmet as a child,
left a void I sought to fill relentlessly.

There was no love to be found
in any of the places I looked.
Thirty years of searching
makes the heart a little weary.

The candle of hope
dwindles with each passing decade.
The truth is,
My insecurities were by curse.

This was a tough lesson to learn.
I’ve always wondered
what I was doing wrong
but the answers never came.

I’ve grown significantly since then,
and I understand better
who I am and what I deserve.
I finally had a moment of clarity today.

 


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Image source: Google images
Contents compiled: March 29 2017
Originally published: March 30 2017
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard


Uncategorized

Lipstick bandit

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You blew through my mind like a tornado

Causing quite a stir as always.

It’s been a while since I thought of you,

Where have you been?

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You stole my heart once

But it wasn’t yours to keep.

I was not yet ready

For the adventures you had in mind,

Nor the secrets you weren’t prepared to share.

*

You always knew how to make me smile though…

A little unsure, a little wild, a little twisted

But always sweet — to me anyway.

Thanks for returning my heart in one piece!

*

What brings you back to these here parts?

I thought you were gone for good!

Is it possible that I’m in your thoughts as well?

If so, thanks for thinking of me —

And thanks for the memories!

*

Hope you’ve been kind to yourself,

Or at least found someone

Who’s been treating you well.

You deserve to be happy,

I’ve always wanted that for you and still do.

*

Be well…


Contents written: September 15 2015  |  Copyright 2015 Moylom Enterprises



Uncategorized

The best of me

 

 

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It hurt to know
She got the best of you,
When all the while
You got the best of me.

But I was only 23,
And little did I know
My life had just begun,
But I carried your words
With me all the years.

I always thought you cruel
To say those words to me,
But you knew I was a good listner
So I listened to you glow
Over the one who got the best of you.

Today I realize
The best of me
Was yet to come.
I still had a lot to learn;
I still had many tears yet to cry;
I still had many trials to face;

But now I know to whom
I wish to give my best
And alas, it’s not you
But God.

For it is He who really matters;
It is He who really knows me;
It is He who loves me
More than you ever could.

I wish I knew that then
But it’s ok
For I know it now.


Contents written: November 18 2015 | Originally published: July 31 2016 | Copyright © 2016 Moylom Enterprises


Uncategorized

I’m leaving…

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You demonstrated
Time and again,
That you didn’t really
Care about me,
So why are you now
Surprised that I’m leaving?

Why stay where
I’m not appreciated?
Why pretend
To your family and friends
That we’re a happy couple?

My days of charades
Are finally over.
It’s time for you to grow up,
But then again, don’t bother!

Don’t change for me;
Don’t make yourself unhappy
Just to please me,
You’ll only hate me for it
I don’t need that.

Change should only come
From a personal need to do so —
From within.

Do you see now why I must go?
Don’t cry, don’t beg,
Don’t try to reason.
You had many chances
And blew them all.

You are happy here
But I am not
And never will be.
This never was my home,
I was just “the help with benefits” —
Someone to cater to your every need
But always an after-thought to you.

How cruel!
Cruel for me,
But convenient for you.
I know I’m worth more than THAT,
I deserve more than
To be just a placeholder.

Thanks for the fun exciting times,
They created great memories
But you broke your promise to me
And now I know where I stand.
No more stringing me along…
Goodbye.


Contents written: May 24 2016 | Copyright © 2016 Moylom Enterprises


Poetry

A walk into the darkness…

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You took them from me
And locked them away for safe keeping.
You knew I wouldn’t need them anytime soon
You knew they only brought sorrow and pain.

Ah, yes, the memories —
All those things done to me.
The loss, the hurt, the tears, the fear,
The struggle, the sleepless nights toiling,
The sleep-filled days just to escape reality.

It’s amazing, as I now realize,
The things a human mind is capable of:
Protecting me when I knew not
How to protect myself;
Defending me at times
When I seemed defenseless.

Oh no, what have you done?
That memory? I need it now!
But you do not hear me
For you’re too busy
Doing what you best —
Shielding me from harm.

I’ll get to it eventually I know —
A thought here, a flash there,
And before long the floodgates will open —
The memory I want will be found,
But you know all too well it won’t stop there.

That’s what you’re afraid of, isn’t it?
The other stuff — The bad stuff.
I know… I understand… But guess what?
I’m not afraid anymore.
I’m willing to face those fears now.

I’ve found new reasons to live in the light,
The darkness is too cold and lonely.
I need warmth — his warmth.

Those memories must be unearthed
For I must share those parts of myself —
It’s the only way he’ll understand all of me.

Doors once closed must now be opened.
To love again I must give him a tour —
That dreaded walk into the darkness.


Contents written: May 14 2016 | Originally published: May 15 2016  | Copyright © 2016 Moylom Enterprises