“We tend to forget that happiness doesn’t come as a result of getting something we don’t have, but rather of recognizing and appreciating what we do have.”
Day: November 23, 2018
Ink | A Faded Romantic’s Notebook
I have a beautiful elegant Mont Blanc fountain pen. . I imagine writing my name on your exquisite perfect skin. In dark Midnight Blue ink. . . © the author writing as Romantic Dominan…
Northwards: Kalmar, Sweden; September 2016
wandering the globe ~ simply loving life’s pathways ~ needing nothing more — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Elements
First Published in the Writer’s cafe Magazine Issue 13 -“Elements”
My soul without the love
an empty poem
Stripped of its beauty
with metaphors
but nothing to compare with.
My mind
with it’s tangled thoughts
ricochet between the doubts and the certainty
almost sure of the day
when nothing will begin and everything will end
a journey towards Oblivion.
My skin
devoid of the healing touch and showered with the wet empty kisses
you plant every day on my cheeks
it bears marks of time
sensitive to even the pain
when the time shrugs its shoulder
and the moment end
and my skin still waiting
for that healing touch
fervently to suppress that pain.
My love
a dream too real
conjured out of thin air
like the magic potion
will heal everything
and that magic elixir
will resurrect me from my darkness
of bone and Ash
my love enough to…
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Fiery Deaths In Autumn
“Autumn will always be my favorite season.
Because it was when I met you.
It was the season I fell in love.”
It was the leaves in the fall that reminded me so much of you. I remembered the sound of their fiery deaths as you walked along the path and held my hand, guiding me onward. And I remembered. I remembered how your hands were so warm in mine. How your eyes glittered against the evening sunlight when you smiled. And god, but I loved that smile. Every time I saw it, I thought my heart would burst out of my chest. That was when I realized, I was falling for you. And no matter what would happen, my heart would always be yours. I wondered if you knew, because when the sun set over the horizon, you sealed my heart with a kiss.
So yes, autumn will always…
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