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dbaydenny

Once she bled in ink

does silence mean she is healed?

It is my true hope,

and if not may her ink well

accept her grand pen again.

.

D W Eldred

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she may have bled out

noise around her grew too loud

hoping for silence

permanent it wasn't, no

not like she wished it would be

.

b.rhanay 030224

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hi

I forgot how this thing goes...it's been years

b.rhanay

#i even had to change my password because i forgot it

never found a peaceful soul like yours never will I in this lifetime never existed before never, not until you never after you never the same never will never mine

after you... B. Rhanay 41921

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the sweetest softest touch brushes against me causing warmth to spread throughout my being

unlike anything i have ever felt before i quickly turn expecting to find who came with the touch yet no one is there

gone before i can blink i search looking into strangers' eyes hoping for a spark of recognition

getting nothing in response

i move about my day as normal yet my soul keeps

nagging me to continue the search

gentle winds blow through my hair sending it to tangles

another sweet touch is brought on but i'm alone so i follow the persistent wind

transfixed by the dancing leaves i too join in

swaying and twirling a smile makes its way to my flushed face

hardly caring where my feet guide me a melody begins to play

a song of melancholy fills the air mingling with the wind my soul beams in my chest and i lift my hands for a waltz pretending as if another is here with me

death kindly grabs hold of my hand and wraps his arm along my back pulling me closer charmingly twirling me round and round

oh the waltz has never been this alluring

with a dip his passion-filled eyes peer down at me i gaze at his lips spreading into a familiar smile he gently releases me and i slowly drift into the open ground

soul who knew you longed for him

a longing dance (tugging at shadows) B. Rhanay 41521

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with all the weaponry you carry your silence brings the most destruction still i will enduringly stay where you left me waiting for you to choose to breathe words of life to this paling soul of mine

B. Rhanay 41321

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I loved him, I still do. I even told him if he needed a fool my heart is available.

B. Rhanay 41121

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I deny myself

certain types of pleasures some

types of desires

not to punish myself, no

but to gain more self-control

B. Rhanay

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like a gentleman

I anticipate, demand and command

of you

everything;

precisely what is owed to me.

but when you freely

offer your submission

I feast with a napkin tucked

a gentleman is simply a patient wolf.

B. Rhanay

*inspired by @jasongrabowski

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dbaydenny

The broken windows

of our glass house, wind tunnels

for icy breezes

and elements of each storm

reminding us of thrown stones.

.

D W Eldred

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stepping on glass shards

one by one pick up the stones

admiring them

keep the ones that bring me joy

others used as skipping stones

B. Rhanay

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Is it wrong that this new chapter of my life doesn’t include poetry?

B. Rhanay 51717 (via bleedinginkpoetry)

this actually made me tear up and gave me a little flutter of anxiety. going through my posts i stumbled upon this after just writing i haven’t written much poetry in the past two years and i was wondering if it’s because i’m finding myself or losing myself. after seeing this and seeing when i posted it may 17 2017 and realizing today is may 19 2019. i find it strange and i find it scary. it has been two years and exactly two days. and because i’m weird i realize both days and years end in the same number. i don’t know what this means post wise, life wise. i just know that i feel stuck and i’m not sure if these past two years i grew and evolved and came back to the same/similar person from the past or it just feels like that or if i’ve been stuck in this weird state of mind and i wasted two years of my life.

#im trying not to have a panic attack