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Poetry month day 10 – Letting go

by Trish / 10/04/2016

It’s fucking hard.
But necessary.

Give me a sec, I’ll get there.

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Second hand sun is better than none,
Reflection can sometimes inspire
Given the time we might learn to be kind
Letting go of those things not required

Isolated at home, but somehow not alone
We're in this together, divided
I'll send love from afar to wherever you are
Until such time as we're reunited ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🖤 #aprilispoetrymonth
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Dark finds me a-light, a-glow, and a-flame, alive

Dark finds me a-light,
a-glow, and a-flame,
alive with witchery most wild,
and sane.
Bathing in moonglow
And feeling my roots
Soles bare walk the line
Between souls bearing truth.
These women I've been
From virgin to whore
I encompass so much
Yet there's still space for more.
#internationalwomensday
#moonlovers
#barefootlightgoddess
#delightingindark
#theartistasmuse
#newdeckwhodis
#linestridertarot
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You're not my dream girl, you're not my reality gi

You're not my dream girl, you're not my reality girl, you're my dream come true girl. -cass mccombs

So much of my life is deternined by a change of wind, the flip of a coin, and suddenly here I am, doing this.
New place, new life, new plants.
Same me, sane me.

Finding constants between lined pages soaked in blue, cups of tea and the thought of you.

A glimpse of bliss at the bus stop Reminds him why

A glimpse of bliss at the bus stop
Reminds him why he can't stay away.

She'll carry the text response smile from dawn until Dark finds her again,
And replaces her one part sweet and too much sultry smile
with gigglegasps
and breathless pleas
for more.

#fuckitfriday
#theartistasmuse

Walking home under darkened skies, scraped by ste

Walking home under darkened skies,
scraped by steel and glass,
a surprise connection with a reflection,
a familiar looking lass.
"Haunted by a quiet ghost,
and lost the gift of word?"
She seemed to chide,
Though not deride "My darling, that's absurd.
You're on that side, i'm on this
And yet we are the same
Yes sometimes silence
Feels like violence
But taking time? No cause for shame
We encompass such duality,
There's no need to be confused
Sweet ghost, don't grieve
The words don't leave
When you're the artist and the muse." #theartistasmuse
#Iammyownghostlearningtohauntmyselfproductively
#wordsarepatient
#icouldtakeapageouttatheirbook
#sotospeak

And so found myself again, as day came to an end,

And so found myself again, as day came to an end,
And tomorrow shifted from future to present
From having nowhere I felt home, secured this place to call my own,
With parquet floors and french style doors that make it pleasant.

This is me, today. Feeling wretched and alone, in

This is me, today.
Feeling wretched and alone, in a house that's not a home,
in a city I don't know, scared that I won't grow,
too broke to run away, searching for a place to stay,
and call my own.
The words that i'm not writing, trapped inside, feels like they're fighting,
And these whispers become screams, til they're poisoning my dreams
These unsaid poems.
But I'll drag myself from bed, shake the darkness from my head
Remember how to play, secure myself a place to stay, because
This is me, today.

Messy hair fuzzy pants sunshine welcome back snugg

Messy hair fuzzy pants sunshine welcome back snuggles from Shadowcat ukulele Feist kinda day.

From first morning found to last morning of lettin

From first morning found to last morning of letting her go before she lost herself completely, the adventures and good times I had with my fine foxy friend were numerous, numinous and never dull. It was a time, and like all things, it ended, as peacefully as one could hope.
Thanks everyone who was a friend to me by being a friend to her, even when she was a willfully wild and crazy bitch who wouldn't listen one good goddamn. @jbettyp especially for giving her home when I couldn't. She's my full circle girl, from lost in the woods, to home safe at last.
Say goodnight, Gala.
Goodnight, Gala.

Second hand sun is better than none, Reflection ca

Second hand sun is better than none,
Reflection can sometimes inspire
Given the time we might learn to be kind
Letting go of those things not required

Isolated at home, but somehow not alone
We're in this together, divided
I'll send love from afar to wherever you are
Until such time as we're reunited ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🖤 #aprilispoetrymonth
#weakrhymesproveineedpractice
#poetryiswhereyoufindit
#imissyoubutpleasedontvisitme
#DeLightlovesDark
#balancemeanshappymedium
#amandapalmerwroteloveonmyukulele

Dark finds me a-light, a-glow, and a-flame, alive

Dark finds me a-light,
a-glow, and a-flame,
alive with witchery most wild,
and sane.
Bathing in moonglow
And feeling my roots
Soles bare walk the line
Between souls bearing truth.
These women I've been
From virgin to whore
I encompass so much
Yet there's still space for more.
#internationalwomensday
#moonlovers
#barefootlightgoddess
#delightingindark
#theartistasmuse
#newdeckwhodis
#linestridertarot
#mechanicsofdreaming

You're not my dream girl, you're not my reality gi

You're not my dream girl, you're not my reality girl, you're my dream come true girl. -cass mccombs

So much of my life is deternined by a change of wind, the flip of a coin, and suddenly here I am, doing this.
New place, new life, new plants.
Same me, sane me.

Finding constants between lined pages soaked in blue, cups of tea and the thought of you.

A glimpse of bliss at the bus stop Reminds him why

A glimpse of bliss at the bus stop
Reminds him why he can't stay away.

She'll carry the text response smile from dawn until Dark finds her again,
And replaces her one part sweet and too much sultry smile
with gigglegasps
and breathless pleas
for more.

#fuckitfriday
#theartistasmuse

Walking home under darkened skies, scraped by ste

Walking home under darkened skies,
scraped by steel and glass,
a surprise connection with a reflection,
a familiar looking lass.
"Haunted by a quiet ghost,
and lost the gift of word?"
She seemed to chide,
Though not deride "My darling, that's absurd.
You're on that side, i'm on this
And yet we are the same
Yes sometimes silence
Feels like violence
But taking time? No cause for shame
We encompass such duality,
There's no need to be confused
Sweet ghost, don't grieve
The words don't leave
When you're the artist and the muse." #theartistasmuse
#Iammyownghostlearningtohauntmyselfproductively
#wordsarepatient
#icouldtakeapageouttatheirbook
#sotospeak

And so found myself again, as day came to an end,

And so found myself again, as day came to an end,
And tomorrow shifted from future to present
From having nowhere I felt home, secured this place to call my own,
With parquet floors and french style doors that make it pleasant.

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