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The Night

I used to fear the night
when your unwanted presence
would kiss me goodnight
and I would squirm and blush
’til I fall asleep in your arms

Now, I still fear the night
when your welcomed presence
I would wait,
and wait ’til dusk to dawn
but you never came up

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Here’s my take for #FWF Do you fear the night?

 

Poetry, Writing Entries, Writings

Lie to me if you must

Embrace me through the night
And let me feel you sigh
I want to feel your heartbeat close to mine
as it sky-rocketed through the sky

Hold me tight
Keep me warm
Even just through this night
I don’t care if this won’t last
as forever never do really last

Lie to me if you must
But don’t tell me this isn’t real
for tomorrow may be gone
and this moment is enough.

Lie to me if you must
but make me believe
even just this once
that your heart beats only for me
and this is nothing else but real.

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In response to #FWF Free Write Friday: Ponder This. My second take on this prompt! I guess, I just couldn’t let go of this one in my head.

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The girl in the mirror

When I look in the mirror, I see a girl staring back at me.
Her hair golden and frizzy and unkempt, yet she didn’t mind.
She smiles at the reflection staring intently back at her.
Hello, she says.
Hello, I say back.
How are you? she says.
I’m fine. I snap.
Then I clip my mouth shut.
As she starts raising her hand, touching the mirror,
I feel mine doing the same, until
her long slender hand makes contact with mine.
That’s when I notice that her wrist
reflected the scars she didn’t know,
and cuts she’d never do,
and bruises she’d never bore.
I’m fine. I repeat. How about you?
Then she smiles the sweetest sickening smile I’ve ever seen
Good because of you.

I am not the girl in the mirror.
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In response to Daily Post Prompt: Mirror Mirror

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Auburn hair

I remember the first time I saw an angel. It was night, and I was wishing on a falling star.

Those are the times that my heart still beats the rhythm of myths and dragons, of fairies and fairytales, and of angels and fallen stars. My heart is still so young and naïve then that I would believe I could fly and grow wings out of my back if someone would tell me so.

He kissed my tears away while my eyes are closed as I wished upon a falling star.

“Be brave,” he whispered. His lips grazed lightly on my forehead, and I heard the first stirrings of my innocent heart.

I caught a glimpse of him before he completely vanished into thin air.

He has beautiful auburn hair.

Coal black wings.

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In response to Inspiration Monday: Angel Hair.

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Burning

I was warned a long time ago.

When you see an ember, run.

Run till you feel again the cool calm breeze of the wind. Run and go where everything is as peaceful as a baby sleeping on a mother’s lullaby. Run till you forget everything.

Then breathe.

Let the wind fills you up, your mind, your being, your soul.

Be with the wind, which is as constant as the universe’s anthem.

I was forewarned. But I didn’t listen.

For have you ever seen a fire set on a beautiful night? Glorious and amazing, isn’t? It comforts you in ways that a wind cannot. It warms you in the all the right ways as long as you keep a pretty good distance with it.

Distance, that’s it. And I thought I found the key at last.

So the next time, I approached an ember instead of run, and took the fire as my wind.

And let it’s friendly heat slowly filled my being.

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They say that when you drop a frog in a pot of boiling water, it will jump right out. But if you place it gently in a pot of tepid water and turn the heat on low, slowly warming the water until it gradually heats up, the frog will stay until he is boiled to death.

It’s burning now; as bright as an afternoon sun in a summer’s day.

And maybe I’m a frog for I didn’t see it coming.

Or maybe I chose not to see it.

I’m burning.

Or maybe I’m just plain stupid.

For love is a fire. And I’m Icarus, flying too close to the sun.

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This is my entry for Bekindrewrite’s  Inspiration Monday: Friendly Fire prompt, using the Friendly Fire prompt itself.

Oh, I miss this! It’s been a long time since I last submitted an entry for InMon’s prompts. And it’s so nice to be back. Though, I’m obviously still searching my way around writing again. 🙂 My mind needs more fuel for creativity.