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
.
.
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b.rhanay 030224
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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hi
I forgot how this thing goes...it's been years
b.rhanay
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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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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
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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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.
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and i don’t know me
whether a journey to her
or so far far from
brhanay
I do not know her
journey or his lonely plight,
just their solitude.
.
D W Eldred
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You're still here.
some of me.
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i have only written a handful of poems in the past two years and it worries me...
i don’t know whether i’m finding myself or losing myself
brhanay-thoughts
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4:23 am
damn the birds are chirping already
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let my tears air dry
walked out with my head up high
moved from this goodbye
brhanay 51819
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sometimes safe can be a synonym for fear
brhanay 5119
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sometimes even words are limiting
B.Rhanay 41919
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