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[definegodliness]

Midsummer moon

When I want to feel nice and gentle I think of nights under midsummer moon When the air is still somewhat sultry And the citrusy scent of mosquito repellent Exudes from the skin still beaming sun When there is no noise but fingers typing As I quaff all these memories pure And bring them to life in the black on white Of this screen that has become my refuge Till I am drunk on the thought of pure love And can take that to the lonely bed with me Keeping the soul of each holy imagery Living inside as I beg for a dream Of long lost nights under midsummer moon When the air was still somewhat sultry When it was still me and you

--- 17-6-2019, M.A. Tempels © written for a prompt by @mylovaboxa: “midsummer moon”.

[abrighterspark]

i wish you could have held my heart with the same gentle touch you used to hold my hand

from the girl with bruises you can’t see

[weallwritealong]

The feeling comes when you realize you tried your best and they found someone else anyways, when you gave all that you had to offer and it still wasn’t enough to make them stay, when they use to tell you they loved your dimples and the gold in your hair and the way you laughed at that show you always watched together on tv, when you look back and remember the parts of you that you spent time teaching them about, all of your favorite things, all of your nightmares, all of your memories, and not a single piece of you was compelling enough for them to say 'yes, I want this, this is where I belong' the way you had been doing the whole time.

[definegodliness]

Until the last breath of my lungs

Now that everything has been said and done, And all my heart's hope has been depleted, I know there are truths I cannot outrun.

My full moon's glow but reflected your sun; In darkness I remain, uncompleted, Now that everything has been said and done.

Sometimes I still think of you as 'the one'; That I could deserve you, how conceited. I know there are truths I cannot outrun.

The end did not fit how it had begun; Some wounds will forever stay untreated Now that everything has been said and done.

A thread of 'almost' the fate weavers spun; A chanceless love, meant to be deleted. I know there are truths I cannot outrun.

There was simply no way we could have won, Though love overcomes, we were defeated. Now that everything has been said and done I know there are truths I cannot outrun. - M.A. Tempels © 2017

[abrighterspark]

i let my fears

become my world,

and the wall i built

will not erode...

[abrighterspark]

i slip into the water

and feel its silky skin

caress our tainted bodies;

and welcome all our sin

[writer-wrong]

i feel so silent so sick and tired of feeling down about the things i cannot control it feels like people hide their happiness away from me in their tiny corners, scared to lose it and i of all people know how precious it is but happiness is meant to be shared, meant to uplift those around you who have been knocked down by life, time and time again, it is not a commodity for you to take control of, it is fleeting, flitting around from master to master, refusing to be locked in cages by people too timid to let it free into the world. please, won’t you share your happiness with me? lift the burdens weighing me down, take away the second guessing and just let me be here in this moment, not stuck in the past or in the uncertain future, but fully here i promise i won’t cage it, i will watch it fly in wonder, admiring its wildness, its rarity, its peace, and i will shed tears of joy as i watch it leave me when its time, soaring above, searching for the next person, who deserves its sight. oh happiness fly    fly        fly            fly                fly                    fly                       away.

[writer-wrong]

burned out burned in the flames of my own doing - from turning the gears in my mind too much, never letting them rest burning the midnight oil, no refills, no breaks, no fucking mistakes, gotta reach the end no matter what shakes, turning, turning, burning, burning, always on fire, but never alive i’m burned out.