Photo Challenge: Poem – Free Verse – “The Healing Touch” #amwriting #poetry 


Thanks to NEKNEERAJ of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s photo prompt challenge.

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Credit: Laura Williams

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Many faces have I, but don’t let me evaporate.

Too many masks I wear within to cover the scars that bind,

The twisting vines of ruined skin,

Not even plastic surgery could heal.

And the whispers of the dreadful night,

They haunt me in my sleep.

Each nightmare worse than the last, entrenching me in madness.

Crying and shaking, in a world I cannot escape.

My screams echoeing from the domed ceiling,

In St. Peter’s Basilica, my heart a kindled pyre.

Does God hear me, my fervent prayers without pride?

I know if He did, he would answer what I seek,

Provide relief from the cruelty of my suffering;

Of the ache and the burn in my skin.

He’d be a cooling gentle wind to end the burning flames,

I hope in my meekness for God as Elijah knew.

I try to forget. to move on, hiding behind masks so I’m safe.

My scars are not physical but they hide beneath skin,

Where plastic surgery cannot salvage a broken soul.

I’m a wretched bloody mess and my stomach is churning,

Why are the worst injuries, the ones you cannot see?

Why do people only see skin deep?

Not many will peer beneath the perfect layers of white ivory,

To see the layers underneath charred and scorched.

Many will not look past the words on your lips,

They are not interested in how a person says certain words,

Or why they say what do.

Many people hear only what they want to hear,

And if you choose to scream,

Than you’re the crazy one seeking attention.

But many screams are silent,

Before they are ever heard out loud,

This is why we need listeners and those with empathy,

To overcome those overflowing with ignorance and apathy to life;

To realize there is meaning in helping your neighbor out.

For we all have hidden scars and screams,

And most of them are dug deeply within our souls.

They wind around a person’s heart, a choking vine envokes —

A cry for help, so please hear it, long before we shout out loud,

Be still for a moment and listen well.

Respond before the masks hide many other faces and mine;

Act before you start cutting into our hearts,

Doing much more harm than good.

Watch your words and carefully avoid —

Assault and battery, for refusing to help those in need —

Refusing to help those lost in their pain. 

Heal with laughter and conversation,

A piece of your precious time.

Do not forget the meek and lowly,

We all need help discovering pathways into stardust.

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved.

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Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: New Beginnings #flashfiction #fiction #amwriting 


Thanks to Roger Shipp for hosting.

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Credit: Roger Shipp

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(Hello! Just noting this piece had a mind of its own and is somewhat longer than the usual 200 words. Cheers!) 

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Closing time / One last call for alcohol so finish your whiskey or beer.” The mellow lines Semisonic floated into Tyrelle’s ears. 

It was 2:00 a.m. and his friends, Jordan and Simone, were trying to shut their house party down, arranging places for closest friends to sleep and for others to catch a cab home. Tyrelle nursed his last drink for the night. As per usual, he was upset these days. 

His beautiful Cleo should’ve been with him here tonight, ensuring he didn’t feel like such a recluse at his friends’ party. He hadn’t been in the mood for a party but since Cleo had ended things three-months ago, he knew he needed to move on. 

More Semisonic lyrics played through from an IPad:”Closing time / Every new beginning comes from some other beginnings end.” 

Tyrelle watched as Simone finally locked the front door. She peered at at him and moved to give him a short friendly back rub. “You still miss Cleo, huh?” 

“Yeah, everyday. Does it get easier?” Tyrelle asked her. 

Simone sighed, “Before Jordan, I was with Blake and I thought he was it. Then he broke my heart and for months after, I didn’t function well.” 

“After a while I stopped thinking about Blake as much. I realized I resented the hold he had had on me. Then I chose to become involved in life. I volunteered and I saw more friends and family. Not long after, I met Jordan,” Simone said smiling.

Tyrelle smirked. As if what Simone said could ever be possible for him. Then he remembered the last line in the Semisonic song. About how other things had to end for better and new things to begin. So that’s what he decided to do — to begin anew. 

He picked up his phone and blocked Cleo’s number. Tyrelle unfriended and blocked her on every social media. Tomorrow he would start going to a different gym location then Cleo to workout and he would go to a different grocery store by his condo to shop as well. Finally, he grinned, he would get a new haircut.

 Yes, it was time to live again. 

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“Closing Time” by Semisonic 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

Poem: Free Verse – “Goodbye My Friend”


It’s difficult the right words,

Telling you, through eyes blurred.

Expressing how much you are loved,

Though, your end has come, beloved.

Never forgotten, you were my inspiration,

Who I aspired to be like, as life caused fascination,

As I came upon new ideas, people, and friendships.

Learned to adore life; however, life came I worship,

Thank God each and every day I’m alive and well.

Yet, I do despair, I won’t lie; they’re are days life’s hell.

But I grow and as I experience pain and frustration,

Hoping in my mind this gives me more trust, 

That my relation to people everywhere can be aided,

Because I have a new understanding from my times shaded.

Everyone knows life is more perspiration,

Hardwork and enterprise, even when we’re experiencing inspiration.

I’m not afraid of working hard,

Though my body give out and shatter in shards,

Glass-like, crystalline, fragile I’ve become,

But there is strength and pride in the broken,

Living life, it’s all I can do, without you —

Do you comprehend, I must go on my own, I do —

Realize  you’re hurting, but I cannot take your pain,

It makes you wiser and doesn’t end with me insane.

By now you see, what’s not meant, cannot be.

Go my friend and be free.

Love anew and find a purpose,

Something with money, you cannot purchase.

Imagination is spinning me, into new worlds.

New fascinations with words and dreams swirl.

Moving in life the best we can,

We can dream, and we can plan,

Life is always a surprise in the end,

Saying goodbye, my goodwill send.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Poem: Gone, Gone, Gone.


When the love ran out, we sputtered a bit, breaking up and getting together again just enough that no one could keep score.

And when I finally made the cut that tore, you told me ‘whatever you want’ and I know I hurt you then.

But that was months ago and now you are alright. It seemed fine to me when I was trying to escape, but it hurts a bit because I know you have escaped me too.

And memories assault, you held my hand over every table before the food was served.

You kept me close when we were out at the bar and I couldn’t keep my hands off you.

You found that I was loveable despite being unwell, even when we couldn’t go out as much as you would have liked.

You held me close and we watched TV until it was early morning.

I went to sleep before you, and you went out clubbing, giving up the bed, so you wouldn’t wake me.

You loved me for my family and texted me everyday.

I could tell you everything, and somehow everything was okay,

But those little things, that were terribly big to me, they just weren’t enough to make a match right,

I miss you now, I didn’t before. Now I see, I am alone. Before, I always had you. But I go on because I do, because fairy tales don’t come true.

In real life their are truths we must see, morals and values that match, and a blending of families.

I miss us. But this is life, I move on. There is always a price to be paid and I’ve paid it. Now, I’m outta here. Gone.

Six Word Stories: November 10, 2015


  1. Your lips are soft pale petals.
  2. You drink frustration in your whiskey.
  3. Words are nice, but action bigger.
  4. Words are friends, but also enemies.
  5. We try to move on — lost.
  6. Some men are beautiful, some magnetic.
  7. Women are shamed to be skinny.
  8. If you’re you; you are perfect.
  9. Better show then tell too much.
  10. Power is woman in graceful form.
  11. She had many dreams, buried within.
  12. Dogs sleep beside you, then ontop.
  13. The world is full of lies — truth.
  14. Beyond the wardrobe, lies more coats.
  15. We are addicted to sugar; sweetness.
  16. Sugar feeds cancer; not a lie.
  17. The strong keep going, don’t stop.
  18. She mirrored me, I saw myself.
  19. The lamp guides, only footsteps matter
  20. Alone is lonely, sometimes it’s better.
  21. He didn’t matter; she moved on.
  22. We all take leaps, leaps hurt.
  23. I fell in mid-air, jumping stairs.
  24. Tiny pieces of truth; slivers painful.
  25. The air is thin, breath shallow.

Poem: Still Stuck


I think the words I said to you, we’re not clear enough; now I’ll be crystal clear, we’re over dear, no new beginnings again.

The time we spent was meaningful, I will cherish it. I’ll remember it with fondness.

And I miss the nights we spent together, the dinners, the coffees, and just that sense of being together.

But the love is all gone and I can’t go back; the memories are good but our beliefs don’t match.

Sometimes I’m lonely, but that’s okay. It’s a step in moving forward. Finding new love again. 

But now I’m just being me and dealing with my life until I can find a way to find another somebody.

And I won’t see you, if you think it means, I’ll go back to you. Let’s just be friends and forget. We came close but you’re not the one. 

Poem: What is Freedom? That without a past.


In my small slice of time, I’ve learned that each day, there are people who’ll come and softly fade away.
There are those who are there then out in a fright, a firecracker banging once in starlight.
And there are people who are there for a certain test of time before they say ‘goodbye.’
And there are others yet still, who exist to pull you through the falls into sparkling light.
But yet remains a person I detest, those who existed for awhile made a live wrenching impression then disappeared.
Those who were important but fade to shuddered sight — those who cut your soul and make you ask — what was the point of you, to drown me in my past.
And years tremble by like water in a fountain, babbling away every drop they ever made.
But water is circular and water is the chill of bones when it coldly lands on your skin once more.
And you’ll never know how a memory can fade and resurface and splash you in the eye mixing water with your tears.
Perhaps it’s me but I don’t know, perhaps you’re a memory of someone who was special who will never let me go.
I seek closure, and I seek compassion that God would ease my demons as I walk through life.
But time will grow and whisper through the years, and your eyes, your smile, that face will never let me escape my mind.
And I shudder to think what cutting all connection would do — but I think it would free me — a girl can hope for anything right?
Whatever you meant, you don’t mean that now, we both know it but I’m sliding down in sickeningly deep mud, endless piles of little loves, until I’ve blown up your importance far to much.
Forget you I pray, until you’re only a prayer on some occasion.
So I never think that your the one that got
away.
So I never see I’m a failure, and I did a lot of boys disservice.
Maybe I’ll forget to recognize the way you treated me in the past — that there was a reason we never stood hand in hand.
I’m just reminding myself to give up again because what I have I love.
And attraction like that is just lust.
You are no different then an actor who I liked briefly.
You are just too much for me to handle.
No one I’ll ever get close to.
You are gone now — but oh how your memory enslaves me.
Oh how I hate those in memory who wait and strangle all hope of forgetting from you.
Oh how I wish there was a solution, that I could go out in this world and be free of all the chains that bind me.
What is freedom? That without a past.

Poetry – Learning to Forget


Forget

Forget, go out of your way into this day and age and forget.
Fight not to remember, but to let go, he said hello, you say goodbye.
I forgave you before, I did not sit and deplore myself or you.
I forgot, but you need to understand to forget some people in life takes more than courage.
No more empathy, or remembering, just be on your way.
Be friendly, be polite because you might just forget the day I see you again.

I’ll never know if I see you again, I’ll never understand the way things were.
Like a lilly that is blooming I could consume too much of you as you were consumed by me, I need to unfurl as that lilly does and live on drops of sunshine so I’m always at goodbye.
Don’t look on me with your judgemental eyes, if you don’t understand how the reality that is formed, today and yesterday is dead — crushed like coal beneath a shoe sole.
Awake the silent who slumber and dream of fantasy, like a dagger to their throat keep their memory silent; just forget.

I will never regret the day I forgot, but time keeps on ticking and even though I ought, little wisps of your voice wrap me like paper, trap me like a shark.
But I’m to determined to tell myself –forget — do not live on lies that chase you through the night.
Like a person with a memory reset, forget and move onto the dissolution, the disturbance, the details of the here and know.
Forget, and never remember, because I couldn’t see what the world saw in you.
Years later, I detest my cynical tears and forget there was once a time, a small girl did not know any better; just try to forget the picture in your head, pretend he doesn’t exist that he didn’t stake a claim, forget that he was a player, who wasn’t in my game.

We could never be a team because you always play for you — take the post out of my memory and forget.
Let fog amble by in swirls and cold sky, let the wind burn, so you suffered to.
Let me have one chance to see you and forget, your to loud for me and I never was more than a whim.
Forget, it’s the worst and worthiest solution to avoid you at all cost, bury our pasts and simply move on.
Don’t comment on how I look, don’t tell me anything, unless it’s sorry for hurting you.
But you forgot and that’s the difference between me and you. Your a guy and move on fast I’m a girl and I can never take back the piece of my heart you tore out of me.

As water splashes in giant fountains and you feel all the drops, let me be in every way unless you say something beautiful, make a conversation ever, but you forgot and those drops are acidic tears taking me farther down the road I go every year.
Thank God at times that I can forget and just never see you again, it would hurt because you didn’t care at all – as timeless as a thick tree trunk you grow and I still forget to forget.
Let go because I deserve some peace too, let me flame a different women now, and no longer do I see that little boy you use to be.
Forget, and never write another passage about you, forget and my heart bleeds hollow.
Forget, cause your past chases you, forget me nots dry and rot.

Freedom is won at such steep price in your head and in your heart. Forget, there are no package deals, no perfect men here, never remember and let the ghost of my eyes see you disintegrate.
Forget, it’s the rule, that drives the nail home. Don’t write about the hurt. Live your own life.
Forget… The years pass by and still I try, this is, no never was, a romance — only real life.
And some nights I swear it’s a bitch to forget the past while swirls and wirls of a world long ago leave traces behind me — so I let go all my burdens and cast the die where it rolls.
Forgetting is bleeding, and trying to forget a pain so deep inside the scar can’t be removed.
Forget him now, move by as the world sucks you back into your life, forget I am just me.
And I have become — my own self, no one controls me like that again.
Who knows, nobody knows where will each end up.
Forget.

He’s Gone


I’ll leave you behind, said the part of me that was in control.
I’ll take it as a sign, that you were never in my life
And the days pass by, the moon still gleams and I promise to forget
Haven’t let you go yet, I’m the keeper of a dream
Because you changed my life, made me see the strife, made me see
I wasn’t to be blamed. You can’t say that it was all my fault.
I was only 19. To young to barely see, what was right in front of me.
And the years passing by bring a new story alive, and I know now that dream.
Was never meant to be.

If you live in past, you’ll never move on
You’ll never grow strong, he’ll never be gone.
But your living life, like a thief in the night
Stealing time trying to forget.
First love, it is the painfullest
And oh baby, he’s gone.

So the years have passed by, in the blink of the old one’s eyes.
And you’ve made a new life, built a foundation from ashes.
The rubble it’s gone, he left the pieces when he moved on.
Still every now and then, you find yourself looking back.
Thinking why did I love, what I couldn’t have, that really wasn’t love at all.
And history repeats, like a native drum beat, repetitious and strong, don’t you see
I’ve never really moved on, you stole a part of me and she’s all gone.
I didn’t know it all along, that you took my past spun the present alive, made a web of mockery.
Mocked that I’d never have you.

If you live in the past, you’ll never move on
You’ll never grow strong, he’ll never be gone
But your living your life, like a thief in the night
Stealing time trying to forget.
First love is the painfullest
And oh baby, he’s gone.

Now you’re stronger then you think, you’ve got another dream to live.
A man who loves you best, if only time would allow you to forget, but you still regret
Your young and in love, what else could you need, you have the world before you
You have everything you’ve ever wanted to have, but your heart won’t let you forget
There’s still a part of him in you yet, he owns pieces of your nightmares.
He owns pieces of your fragile mind, and yet rejection made you what you are today.
A woman who knows better then to be undervalued again, and you’ll never move on
But you’ll be tougher knowing you’ve taken that road before and survived the fall.
Time has rolled on.

You’ll never forget
But thank God, baby, he’s gone.

Forgiveness, maybe…


Forgiveness? It seems like such an ugly word sometimes. Forgive you after that? On the chance that you did do it again and could do it again? There is so much behind forgiveness, so much loathing. But really that is the crux of the matter, it is ‘behind’ it; when you forgive you are putting past transgressions behind you and choosing to let things be. Still, forgiveness is a hard word in the forgetting part of it. We are supposed to forgive by forgetting, moving on yet are we not supposed to learn from our errors? Other people’s errors? I tried to separate the forgiving and forgetting but found that impossible. If you still remember, always bring it up did you really forgive?
So I do what I have said before, forgive ( just say it even) until forgiveness becomes reality, until you mean it. It is taking me awhile to mean it this time but I will get there. If our great Heavenly Father can forgive the sins of the world, from the smallest sin, to the biggest sin, then I too can mean it when I say ‘ I forgive you!’ If he could sacrifice his son Jesus for our sins than I too can forgive. But I am not God or Jesus, I am a silly bitter human and forgiveness is hard give.
To receive forgiveness is the greatest gift. It is strength, a clear mind, energy, and enlightenment. It makes you feel weightless as if the weight of the world is off your shoulders. Forgiveness is a chance to move on for the forgiven and the forgiver. Bitter people stay in the same place, in the same hating pattern; forgiveness is freedom if we only release it.
I think when it is difficult to forgive we must pray that our hearts be opened to receive it and give it. That we do not stay stuck in the past in old sins. Rather, we must move on with life finding ,perhaps, forgiveness for others can lead to forgiveness for ourselves.

It is hard not hate and to not imagine the worst when you have been hurt. It is difficult to breathe with hate weighing you down. But the fact of the matter is, we cannot help but do wrong in our lives at some point. We all need forgiveness, there is always an answer, a light in the darkness.