This Love.

This silence hurts my ears.

We scratch and scrape to fill the empty we both feel.

This love reflects our best and worst in the mirror.

This distance increases my fears.

 

// – the following song played in my head while I wrote this.

Music Video: “This Love” by Craig Armstrong

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I am one of many.

We are occupied by him.

I know of them

They do not know of me.

A moment of revelation arrived.

He took my breath away with a gentle firm grip around my neck.

My heart is broken, my spirit bruised.

// #writingprompt via Writers Write

Shine

Together, but separate
   we shine
Next to each other, but alone
   we shine
A mini-universe within
   shines just for us.

(c) deyanira villalta, 07.26.16
#WordsIWrite   #DeyaniraWrites

// Image Credit: “Bottled Sky” by Lukasz Wiktorzak. 

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Dear Reader, 

This poem is written from an image prompt for #PromptsAndCircumstance  a daily writing session set up by +Bliss Morgan on Google+. If you are a fellow Plusser, stop by and say “Hi!” and maybe read some of the submissions under the hashtag. 

If you’s like to see the rough draft of this, I posted it online w/a pretty overlay of the universe. You can see it here at Instagram.com/deyanira.writes

Thanks for reading!

Questions? Comments? Feel free to let it all out below.

Waiting

Gently he caressed her skin.

Kissed her shoulder.

Squeezed her body with his arms.

~

He’s leaving, taking most everything with him.

He departs with a smile on his face – adventure awaits.

She feels a pull, a sinking feeling between her ribs and lungs.

~

Engines roar, tires turn, then silence.

The home they build, a piece at a time is lifeless.

Stale.

Dormant.

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Portrait by Alex Stoddard. http://alexstoddard.format.com/

// This piece is inspired by an image prompt series taking place this July on Google+ via +BlissMorgan. If you’d like to participate in #PromptsAndCircumstances feel free to join us!

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This would be me,
if I could climb a tree.
Nestled between the arms,
of a being that could do me no harm.
Safe among the leaves,
I’d breathe feeling at ease.

// #wordsiwrite   #poetryiwrite   #caturdayeveryday   #instarhym  #freewritepoetry

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**Originally posted to Google+ on February 12, 2014**

Phantasm

Silence gives way to the floodgates spilling out my demons.

Scratching and pulling seeping through my pores.

I’m helpless against them.

You don’t see the agony that erodes me.

I’m left alone to silence my screams.

screams

Surreal Photography by Federico Bebber

 

Quiet, You’ll Scare the Elephant

I tremble in front of our truth. Our internal agony spills over dripping all over the floor. Searing pain at the center of us cauterizes almost instantly, yet never fully repairing each wound. I am paralyzed. You can’t keep still. 

Breath stops at the tightening of your hands. My voice, I never thought to use. My strength did not match yours.

We should have parted ways when we had the chance.

Not because love fades between us. 

Because you cannot protect me from your violence. 

A fast beating heart is what I have. Careful not to speak of things when the glass is full. Only speaking when you’re sober, when you care and breathe me in.

 

 

 

Tree (Oct. 15, 1996)

 

Tree. Alone. Wilting.

In its old age it stands.

Branches drop to the ground.

Tree.  Almost dead. Waiting.

Remnants of a lively past.

Of flourishing green.

Springing with life.

Tree. Colorless. There.

Once branches held high.

Sky in reach…

Strong. Valiant.

Ready to take on what comes its way.

Rain. Hail. Storms.

Tree. Always Tree.

Never anything else.

Tree. Never ending. Wanting too…

Oak tree silhouette

Oak tree silhouette