Poem: Free Verse – “Hope Scarred” #amwriting #poetry


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Please don’t give me hope,

Don’t come into my life a moment,

Leaving me with expectations.

You think I’d know better,

Having experienced this situation often;

Expectations are dangerous, 

Few people in life meet them,

No matter how basic, 

The expectation maybe.

Don’t set me up to fall, 

To get sucked underwater,

You the undertow drowning my sorry soul.

Should’ve known better, 

You weren’t a genuine Pearl,

Should’ve known by now, 

Those who care for me, make time for me.

Should have known by now,

But you made me believe, 

This time you were for real.

Now I’m deflated, hurt, and frustrated.

What is it with you? 

 I can’t even expect you to be, 

A dependable friend?

No, of course not, the fault is mine.

I can put expectations on myself,

But never on you, never on anyone.

Just let the pixie dust and fairytales, 

Burn into the night, a haunting fire.

But hope is not destroyed, 

It only burns brighter in the flames warm.

Keep your hope and your dreams, 

 I live in the real world;

It hurts me, scars me, damages me.

You totalled the destruction.

Tomorrow I rebuild torn, 

But knowing, no man —

Can expect anything from me, until I say.

Right now my hope is crushed.

You taught me to be hopeless, 

Made me feel lost and forlorn.

For now, a true fact, hope is the bird I scorn, 

Tomorrow, hope has *feathers, and will be reborn.

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* “Hope Is A Thing With Feathers” – Emily Dickinson

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©Mandibelle16.(2016) All Rights Reserved.

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Photo Challenge: Poem – Free Verse – “As If I Never Was” #amwriting #poetry


Thank you to Mind Loves Misery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s photo prompt.

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I lay beside you yet, 

And I couldn’t move if I tried.

Skin still scintillating each other’s skin;

Waiting for another round, 

Bliss and fractured words,

Lies, but touch tells truth. 

And your hand, I can’t let go of;

I’m here and I’m trying, 

So close to you, I try —

To be who you want me to, 

But I’m not her, I’m only me, 

Your mind dances with her image.

We have the night, 

The pale moonlight’s shine, 

Tomorrow I’ll be gone.

And it will be for you, 

As if, I never was.

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Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: Poetry – Petrarchen  Sonnet – “The Game I Played” #poetry #amwriting #flashfiction


Thank you to Priceless Joy for hosting FFftAW.

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Yinglan

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In Junior high, soccer we used to play. 

Up, down; between goal posts on soccer field,

Learning through error, our feet ball to wield. 

With studies done, we played the entire day.

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Our teacher was a pro; swore whole life he played —

Soccer until he was bored at twenty-two.

Taught us, throwing the ball into play through —

Kicking it in when it was offside of play.

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Years ago, I gave mean slide tackle away.

I was great at defence; not running entire —

Field; many falls on grass caused allergies ire.

Miss many days spent, stealing the ball rolling, 

Passing it off to a team mate scoring goals.

Game I won’t watch; to play again, desiring.

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