6 Word Memoir

Blogplicity has been a part of me since I joined the blogging world in 2011 and thanks to Corinne  who has always made me feel so wanted and welcome. She has been inviting me to join these hops but somehow I haven’t been able to (blame it on writer’s block!). I still have it, mind you! But this blog hop caught my interest and imagination! So here I am.

MY

LOVED, BLED, HEALED, FORGAVE AND CELEBRATING

The cute and sweet blogger Irene Cortez  who is so wise and sensitive for her young age has passed this on to me. 

Her blog http://inadifferentplaceblog.wordpress.com is worth a visit for all. 

Now I pass the torch to Suzy Que who pens her musings in her blog http://suzysomedaysomewhere.blogspot.co.nz

Please do visit and find out what her 6 Word Memoir is on 11th March. I sure am waiting for it!

Breaking

BREAKING…

Photo: Google Images

It wobbles…

Once steadfast

Now falling apart

On the brink of breaking…

The sound of cracking

Reverberates in her soul,

Memories of its careful

Nurturing haunting her

A vain attempt…

Angry blood gushes

Filling her senses…

She can almost

Taste its bitter vileness,

Its poison coursing

Through every vein and pore,

Putrid and dark…

Impaling and deadening…

A stake through her soul

She watches…

Turning cold and numb

She waits …

For the onslaught to end

Out of control…

The silence of dying

Mocks…

Its yawning jaws

Snapping her,

As it engulfs her

In its hellish fury…

She claws and scratches

Searching for the pieces

Of her lost heart…

Rot and decay

Slip through her desperate fingers

She slumps amidst

The ravaging inferno...

Eyes hollow
Listless...

Her heart dead
Lost forever…

Sometimes I wish….

Sometimes I wish….

Photo: Google Image

Sometimes I wish

My mystical nights last forever…

The dark emblazoned by

The humming stars,

The clouds waltzing

To the tunes of the gentle breeze,

The night creatures

Silent spectators…

When we cross over

Fusing as one

On the milky- way,

Stringing our dreams

With silver threads

Borrowed from the moon,

Etching colorful patterns

From pieces of sparkling stars

While the soothing wind

Sells our dreams

To the glowing darkness…

Guardians of our secret.

We dance and play

On the divine path

Fingers intertwined

Like children,

Happy and gleeful…

Oblivious to the cold truth

The inevitable dawn

Heralds…

The magical night fades

To resurrect once more

Waiting, holding its breath…

How I wish the night was

Mine to keep…

Is This Love?

Is This Love?

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She sighs, she purrs

A sated proud feline…

As she lay languid

And regal,

A diva in full glory…

A tremulous smile

Plays on her full lips

As his gentle fingers

Strum and transform

Every scar, every ugly memory

Into a thing of beauty

To behold!

His hungry lips explore

Her undulating contours

Unraveling her mystery

As she surrenders…

She sighs, she purrs

The outside din

A symphony to her ears

His whispers of love

Burning and sizzling

As she twirls and glides

To their fiery passion

The walls that caved once

Now tell tales of opulence

She is a queen…

Her heart flutters

Like wings,

Ready to soar to

The deep unknown

As it traverses realms

To be one with him…

She sighs, she purrs

And wonders…

Is this love?

GONE

GONE

Photo: Google Images

Pictures of you

Haunt me…

Smiling, frowning, laughing,

They tell me

Stories of what was

Of desires, longings lost and gone…

My eyes search yours

And always the same questions

Torment my heart…

Why me? Why you?

Turmoil singe my inside…

I feel a prisoner

Banished to the hellish gallows

Of lost dreams,

Trapped and damned

Tied to an eternal wrack

I try to rise above the

Heart wrenching pain…

Scrambling and scratching

Up the walls of my

Damp and cold dungeon

Nails torn and bleeding…

At times the light above

Clears my sullied vision

And I breathe easy

Hope seems not a distant dream

I sit for endless hours

Weaving fantasy and reality

Into a fine bright tapestry,

Intertwined with motifs of love,

Laughter, bliss and ecstasy…

My journey less tiresome

Then that trigger again…

A voice, a thought, a memory,

A song, a smell…

Plunges me into my hell

My hunger, my longing, my desire

Like gadflies drive me insane

As I scream and wail

With no respite in sight

Why? I cry fruitless tears,

Knowing there are no answers

You are gone for always

And so have I…

MY DREAMS

MY DREAMS

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My wasted, weary dreams

Lie scattered like petals

Around me…

Some fresh and crisp

Some crushed

Others torn and shriveled…

I look up at the expansive sky

Generous and engulfing

And beseech for strength…

The desire to collect them,

These carelessly strewn carcasses,

Throb and pulsate…

I long to gather them,

Hold them close to my heart

And weave another tapestry,

Another patchwork of longing

Frail and incomplete

Futile without you…

I gaze at the hopeless scatterings

Wanting yet holding back,

While the wind

Blows them away

No longer mine…

The shadows of agony

Dissipate…

As the beaming sun

Smiles down upon my

Eager face…

Renewing me

For another day,

Another bunch of

 Fresh dreams…

A Friday Moment

A Friday Moment

A Friday moment, a single photo, no words – capturing the week or day or experiences. A simple or extraordinary moment.

This moment is a ritual found on   Life – Inspired by the Wee Man, Adopted from Soulemama. Which was introduced to me by my fellow bloggers. If you find yourself touched by a moment, and would like to participate, post your picture on a Friday and leave your link in the comment section, so I can visit your “Moment.”

Ready for action!

Victory!