My Thoughts Falling

"Dream me the world"- The Dream Theives

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Pretty Tears

Pretty tears don’t make the flowers grow.  No, its the ugly, angry,  gut wrenching sobs pulled from deep inside someone who’s heart is in pieces that the mother earth gathers, and uses to grow the flowers, to wrap around the lost soul of one of her lost children. Its not the pretty tears that make the flowers grow;  its the tears that bear a persons soul, that seep into the ground and grow back flowers stronger than they were before.

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Listen

Call out to the world

and maybe

just maybe

it’ll call back.

Say something with your art

and maybe

just maybe 

someone will listen.

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The Call

A whisper fills the hall, “come to me,” it calls, through the darkened corridors, down the creaking stairs.

“Follow me,”  howls the wind, across the backyard, and deep into the woods, stars blinking in warning, but the call is stronger.

“Come closer,” the voice whispers, in your head, rather than out loud, into the clearing, and to the edge of the cliff.

“Join me,” one final beckoning call, one jump, and then the voice stops, and your body is never found.

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Shell

You’re the shell of the person

you used to be

the ghost of your love

still wrapped around my heart

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Bloodlust

The blood dripped from her lips,

sweet and thick.

An eerie smile

painted across her face.

Her eyes red

with the stain of bloodlust.

Head tilted at an angle,

staring from across the room.

The lights flicker once,

twice,

then they go out.

The last thing you hear

is laugher like a child’s

before your heart is ripped from your chest,

before you even have a chance to scream.

In the spirit of Halloween I’m going to be posting spooky inspired writing so send me spooky prompts if you have any!

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Empty Soul

Running on fumes hollow shell of the person I used to be long lost somewhere along the way Empty halls  the echoing cries of hopes that died long ago Eyes unfocused mind lost somewhere in another existence  A ghost of a human walking around in these bones pulling itself around day in and day out just trying to get back to its soul just trying to make myself whole again

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Call of the Wild

She sleeps on the cold ground, not because she does not have a bed to call her own, but because she heard the call.

She heard the call of the wolf screaming through the night. She heard the whisper of the trees blowing softly her ears. She felt the draw of the rivers bringing her closer. She saw the hands of her ancestors, of all the women who came before her, reaching out to bring her home. She heard the call of the wild and into nature she went.

She sleeps on the ground to connect to her roots. She bathes in the rivers to purify her soul,  and rid it of the life she lived before. She runs with the wolves, wild and free.

She heard the call of the wild and she returned to the forest calling her home.

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Attention

a simple lie blown out of proportion i never wanted to hurt anyone i just wanted someones attention but now all eyes are on me and i am left alone to clean up my mess because after all didn’t i do this to myself?

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Conversations

The conversation dies on her lips a little light dimming in her eyes her friends carry on talking as though completely unaware she was even talking at all she turns her face hiding the dip in her smile but then she’s turning back smiling just as bright nodding in agreement  only vaguely aware of the topic her friends see nothing wrong because she’s smiling like she always does so they keep talking all the while a little piece of that spark she so cherished that makes her who she is slowly dies a silent and slow death leaving a hollowed shell of the girl she used to be

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Ghost of Love

The love of their lives slowly slipped away

and all they could do was stare.

Their minds burning,

with visions of what could have been.

If only they had opened their eyes.

I miss your eyes.

They were blue like the sea,

causing a storm to brew inside me.

But you don't look at me, 

not like that,

not the way I want you to.

You look right past me

like I’m a ghost.

Sometimes I swear 

if I looked hard enough

I could see the universe,

so why then 

can’t you see me.

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The Moon

She was born out of love

radiating sunshine out of every pore

her smile bright as the full moon

the faint scent of roses

followed where she went

her eyes captured starlight

and her hair flowed with the waves

her skin as pale

as the snow that falls in December

she laughs loud and full

a light giggle always settled on her lips

she moves effortlessly

like a breeze off the ocean

her beauty enraptures people

like the tides and the moon

pulling them closer

until they remember too late

the moon has a dark side too

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Books

Books have taught me more than normal life could have they taught me what it is to truly love; what it is to have family and friends who always have your back they have taught me to be brave to fight for what you love and to not back down books have taught me compassion happiness sadness and loss they have taught me how to lose  and what it is to sacrifice books have taught me  there are other worlds outside of my own and i have yet to discover them all books have taught me how to find myself that have taught me how to live.

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Battlefield

Our love was a battlefield. The gun shots rang out as they tore us apart

Sometimes I lay awake at night remembering how things were before they blew holes in our love. I remember your touch, and the way the sunlight danced in your hair. I remember your blue eyes, and how I always believed  they could see directly into my soul. I remember the way my name sounded as if left your lips, and how you smiled when you said it.

But it’s quickly drowned out by the way you screamed it the night they finally ripped you from my arms. I remember the hopelessness in that scream, and the way you said my name like it was the only thing that could save you. I remember my scream, blood-curdling, as they ripped you away from me. I remember the shots echoing off the walls as they finally killed the love we thought could withstand anything.

The wounds have healed but they left ugly scars, each the shape of a bullet hole. They didn’t understand us so they destroyed us.

It’s been a while since that night and while the wounds may have healed, my soul never did, because you were half of my soul and I was half of yours.

Our love was a battlefield now barren  and torn to shreds. But if you came to me now I would happily rebuild it with you one piece at a time, because I still believe our love is something worth fighting for.

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Ghost

Frosted lace draped over porcelain bones fading like a ghost hollow body soul having left years ago her eyes watched blankly  with no trace of life she floated there like a vision in the moonlight and like a ghost she shimmered and then she disappeared forever

-inspired by post from @imperialprompts

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Star-Crossed

Your fingers  gently trace mine your ocean blue eyes catching drops of moonlight we lay facing each other drinking in every inch of each other

Summer ends soon and school starts again we’ll be torn apart  by our friends and families our love disrupts the delicate status quo constructed by society

You always laugh  when I tell you that I say it again tonight because I know soon everything will change but I don’t want to loose you God I don’t want to loose you I want to hold onto you until we’re old and wrinkly and in whatever life comes after that but people are cruel and they will talk and everything will change

You take my face gently in your hands pulling me closer a soft smile dances across your lips “maybe we are star-crossed” you say to me “but I would cross the stars for you” and you kiss me ever so gently like you’re putting me back together and I think maybe you are and I think I’m putting you back together too so we lay there on your parents roof smiling  and watching the stars

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To Be

“To be or not to be,” I think to myself wondering if today will be the day I finally pull myself out of bed; wondering if today will be the first time I feel okay, like there isn’t a dark cloud looming over me blurring my vision. I sit wondering for a moment. “Not to be,” I mumble to myself. I roll over and pull the covers back over my head as I fall back to sleep.

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Summer

Maybe it was the way

the sun beat on our faces.

Maybe it was the way

the earth moved under our feet

as we walked through the woods.

Maybe it was the way

the waves lapped on the sand

and splashed in our faces.

Maybe it was everything;

Maybe it was nothing,

but something about that summer

made me feel like we would live forever.