Somehow I know
for certain
that I have just
been touched
by an atom
that has been
touched by another
that touched
another
and another
and another
that touched
an atom
that has been touched
by you.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Not a brand new piece – but sometimes I feel I have just been touched
Art by Mia Bergeron
I asked a millions time before
My words, fell on deaf ears
I try to give the benefit of doubt
But this, has been for years
Broken promises, over again
Please don’t tell me more lies
Trying to cope with the day to day
All I want to know is, why?
Maybe I should forget all this
Perhaps it’s time I move on
But I wonder, did you notice
That all this time, I was gone
Imploding, in my very own thoughts
Since you never bother to listen
Holding back the pain and regret
My tear streaked face, aglisten
Now I’ve stopped asking, I give up
There’s no point in trying to find
Whatever is left of my barren heart
Remains secret, so surely, maligned
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Source: heartache – Chris Mc Geown
“I’ll keep trying to find my way through the dark.
Find my way back to you.”
Peace is something I’ve been searching for. Sometimes I find it, but it’s always fleeting. Perhaps it’s just me, but it feels as though I’m stuck on a turntable, unable to find my way back to where I need to be. Maybe one day, I’ll find that solace again. But until then, I’ll keep trying to find my way through the dark. Find my way back to you.
© Sarah Doughty
2019
Because I know, sooner
or later, I’ll get through it.
Writing is like driving at night in the fog.
You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.
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Today is Day 274 of the 2020 Daily Writing Challenge.
Did you write yesterday? Half of the year is in our rear-view mirror, and I am drawing a line in the sand. The targets I missed, the stories I didn’t compose, they no longer matter. These last six months are history. Done. I won’t lie, 2020 kicked me in the head, leaving me stunned, unsteady, and incapable of completing anything beyond basic tasks. I bet I am not alone, but don’t count me out yet. They say what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger, right? I am confident I will discover I am more capable than I have ever been. I dug deep, reevaluated my annual goals, and I decided…
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Each morning a zombie rises, moaning, and groaning it stumbles downstairs to its laboratory. The zombie staggers to the coffeepot. Flailing arms create splashing water, and coffee grounds litter the countertop like confetti on New Year’s Eve. It grumbles and waits, then fills a cup with wake-up juice.
A sip of the black witch’s brew and the transformation begins. My eyelids separate, the world comes into focus, and I see my goals on the horizon.
I consider my options. I could swim, build a boat, rent a wave runner, find a ferry, or book a seat on a private jet. The exact method is whichever one moves me forward, advancing me closer to my goal. I know I must act because I am not content to stand on the shore and dream.
How will you cross the sea?
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The Reluctant Poet 