She Was Just A Mere Photograph
She was just a mere photograph
In black and white
Only 17 and not a clue in life
He two years older
He showed her colours like gold and white
So she explored them with him
But she was gullible and blind
Trouble tied to his name
Little did she know he was just in it for the game
She had beauty and grace
But this wasn’t his first rodeo race
Lacking in self love
She thought she’d find in him
Ignoring flags of red
Because love isn’t a sin
Soon to learn the cold hard truth
That love is not always as it seems
He had a plan all along
To leave her crying on her knees
Asleep in the night
Oblivious he was gone
One shot from a gun
One cruel hit and run
He took all the money he could possibly carry from the store
Before placing the gun next to her
He wiped his fingerprints off
She wakes with fear in her eyes
To sounds of sirens and flashing lights
She wasn’t the first to pay for his mistakes
Because after all
This wasn’t his first rodeo race
-tamara-catherine
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Begin to see yourself as a soul with a body rather than a body with a soul. ~ Wayne Dye
“It makes me sad waking up alone when there’s someone willing to wake up with me.”
—
Redress
Dug out that dress--you know the one
I wore when we met, all eyeleted sunflowers
Swore I looked approachably sweet
Yet had your heart racing uncontrollably
Je ne sais quoi to buck the quotidian
An enchanting chance encounter
If only you unearthed the woman beneath
Took a dip beyond the shallow end
Peered past the Sunday-in-bed appeal
So I slip it on for me now, a better fit
More oomph than you'd know what to do with
borrowed time
I’m walking up against the wind, this is indeed my borrowed time
the cuffs, the lattice the burning furnace the thorny glade the wired wall
magnitude of malevolence, one tired hand upon another cutting into this air slithering through inadvertently
egress, the high transom window and sight of sunshine
…
I’m walking with the wind now, this is no longer borrowed time
the hatchery the abundant cloud the river, the highway the umbilical love
relevance of release into the transformation, the perpetual firelight the significant ease the expanding awareness
all flight, free as feathers
Complicata
Part of the conundrum When understanding you There’s never enough time Only bare words and ash
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“Find someone who makes you realize three things: one, that home is not a place, but a feeling. Two, that time is not measured by a clock, but by moments. And three, that heartbeats are not heard, but felt and shared.”
—
“There comes a day when you realize turning the page is the best feeling in the world because you realize there was so much more to the book than the page you were stuck on.”
— Zayn Malik
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