The beginning of the world continues when the world ends. In other words there is no such thing as eternity or infinity, because they are two identical points in a circular coordinational system. What about us? We are only tiny particles in the vast universe at certain point in time. A lifetime of a fly … Continue reading Time passes, regret remains
She sits under the weeping willow,
it’s tears surrounding her in sorrow
She wanted to preserve her heart,
keep it from the pain of loosing another
For now all she can do is just breathe
Her eyes scan the open meadow,
it was secluded, no one to comfort her
She wishes to be happy,
have some kind of deliverance from her broken heart
But for now all she can do is just breathe
Must she sustain this misery?
Can her heart be plentiful again?
Will she find another love?
She slumps to the cold damp earth
There were no tears left,
they had dried up like a summer drought
She tries to just breathe
Suddenly she feels another presence
She looks through sadden eyes,
wondering if her prayers have been answered
In the distance she sees something,
is it him or an illusion?
She waits as the figure gets closer
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you don’t know me,
but I wish you did
my heart will be unsatisfied
until I make myself known to you
one simple word,
but I’m unable to speak when I see you
my legs fail to move, they want obey
all I can do is stare
you’re so handsome
your dimples make me smile
our bodies would fit together like a puzzle
the sound of your voice is like music to my ears
I know you see me staring,
the want in my eyes does not lie
Do you feel the same?
Do you want me too?
I close my eyes and I see you
we’re arm in arm,
your lips teasing mine
you’re undressing me with your eyes
one simple word I have decided to say
all you can do is turn me away
I put one foot in front of the other
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The colour of my smile
isn’t the rosy red the fairytales
said it would be.
It’s smeared clear lipgloss
and the salty taste of tears.
It’s yellow, blue or every shade
breathing within a rainbow.
It’s pulled taut, barely shown
or the pearly-white gates on judgement day.
It’s good enough – rosy red or not.
It’s good enough
to be any colour I wish
my happiness to be.
In response to day 6: the colour of ______, #onceuponaseptember
Photograph & poem:© Kristiana Reed 2019
I didn't post to my blog as much as I did before because I was busy on another source of joy recently. Here are some of them.
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my love as a million wild horses galloping in the chest,
and the most tender smile every night I lay next to him…
my love has the power of a million thunders in the storm,
and the warmest blanket in his embrace…
my love has the strength of a million tides battering the shores,
and the sweetest lullabies inside a seashell…
my love healed my wounds, and accepted my scars,
he keeps me safe and sound beyond all madness.
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When I Die
When I die
bring me back
in the Garden of Wild Things.
I would lazily lay
& Weeping Willow Trees
for all eternity.
would cradle my dreams
as the Earth would awaken
in teams of
& rich hues
that came alive only for me.