Who do I call now?
now that there is silence on the other end of the line
because I still get the urge to send you a text
to an unknown number
because I didn’t exactly put your digits in my contacts
and now I am living with the sound of you missing
and now I am stuck inside of the deep blue
with no surrounding sounds
and I am scared that I will forget how you sound
because I have been away from your voice for so long
that I am only able to stare at a picture of your face
trying to put your voice to the words
because it all falls inside of the echoes
and I try to sing every song
just so that I know what you are thinking
inside of your mind
because I can only dream of you
while you are the dream I fall asleep to
and now I am stuck with the reality
of who do I call now?
Tag: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie
The Good and Bad News of Turning 22
Ask me about 22, and I’ll tell you I met nothing like it because all that I thought I learned turned out to be nothing but blank lines and filled up pages of storylines.
Ask me about 22, and I’ll tell you to paint a picture of a different view because the painting on the canvas just isn’t me. It is another version of someone who has stolen my identity.
Ask me about 22, and I’ll tell you what have I got to lose because I am still falling for you every day and there never seems to be a way to let you go every time I think I am getting you out of my mind it all still comes back to me day and night.
Ask me about 22, and I’ll tell you I haven’t gotten there yet because my dream still seems on pause and no one is telling me anything because I am still trying to get more information on why it takes so long to achieve it.
Ask me about 22, and I’ll tell you I am so confused and they say that manifesting your future means to write everything down on a piece of paper but that method hasn’t worked for me because the only manifesting I have been doing is with my dreams.
Ask me about 22, and I’ll tell you that you will have to figure it out yourself because while I thought I had, all the puzzle pieces that seemed to fit turned out to be a different story that didn’t match the pieces to reality.
Ask me about 22, and I’ll tell you I have good news and bad news. The good news is, you will find what you are looking for in the future. The bad news is, it will just take a long time to get there because we still have to figure everything out here before we can get there.
Ten Days Till Valentine’s
Only ten days away
Counting down the calendar days
Until the day comes
~ Where February turns to love ~
If only the days were not so far
Then it would come sooner
The day of the fourteenth.
Inked Hearts A Rose’s Voyage Through Time Eyes Locked
Two moons and a rose traveling through pages and ink through space and time where stories write their own words without just a second to think before the words hit the paper because every time the hearts touch the moon that plays the roses like a page ripped out of the diaries where you fall asleep and dream without giving up and even though we grew distant in real life we still never gave up hope that someday we would find each other in the end and even through all of the mistakes we have made we still came out stronger because we never gave up even though the two moons passed through the roses of the blue moon where if watching the dreams through a shooting star where we wish to see this dream for real because without us we will still be traveling in time without any conscience to see that love is endless with us.
I wrapped the pages and packed my suitcase and chose to move just so I could be closer to you without being away from you because I fell for you even though I never liked to admit it because I thought it was a given when we made eye contact and we lingered for more than just a minute when all it was is just an embrace that tied the two of us closer when we locked each other in the eye and never broke the eye to eye contact.
I knew that from those tell tales that something between us was not right anymore and that we were both stubborn because we each chose to see if we passed the test or failed but you still hugged me even though something was off when you never looked me in the eye and you put on a facade trying to hide the tears and anger behind a mask even though I tried to chase after you to explain to you what happened between me and him but you chose to leave never even bothering to listen because maybe you didn’t want to know the answer so you chose to avoid asking the question and carried on with riding your bike and chose to runaway and leave me alone without even asking if it were true.
When Love Sprouts Wings
Bridge of the fall
Where spring touches the ground
With hearts and petals
Where roses lift in a locket
But once you cross it off
You love forever
And you wanted the memories
To be a vivid description
Of where the two of us
Stood with each other
But once I feel like seeing you
It feels like we are two steps forward
To two steps backwards
And they say everyone
Only comes in your life for a season at a time
And only a chapter in a story
That is worth reading and writing for.
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2024/01/21/sunday-confessionals-seasons-wheel/
http://weeklyprompts.com/2024/01/20/weekly-prompts-weekend-challenge-bridge/
Sleeping Roses
If thou, will sink in the ocean, and leave the petals on my skin, where in sleep there is no silence if we are dead, there is no way to breathe when are underneath the ground and we are in the quietness of the roses, where if our lips move through the song, there is once more of the roses that are red, that can kiss my lips goodnight on my heart, but if the music will continue to sing and our lips move to every word, even though we are listening with our minds and not our ears, there is a sereneness to the secret behind the lips that dance like petals on the opera of the ghost that plays many roles even though we like to be in the real life theater watching the play as the scene progresses like a slow motion of moving sounds echoing through the halls and even though we are not a fan of the art and are more of the behind the scenes we are silent to the sound of the opera: The Sleeping Roses.
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2024/01/14/sunday-confessionals-reply/
A Flame in the Mirror
Sunflower marks the prayer each petal after the sun falls as a star where fire wasn’t only a flame but the mirror of the rain in daylight before the night comes out and then to have to let the sunshine die out where even through all of the dark clouds over her head she would be the sun that masks all of the hurt that pains her skin even though she got rid of all the scars a long time ago before she decided to call it quits and finally take a breath because she knew that what she believed in was more than just a fantasy even after so many up’s and down’s she didn’t go through all of those storms just to end up being in quicksand because she decided to let her sunflower not be the one who holds all of the sun and after being the sunshine of every one’s day she decided that being called sunshine meant that she had to be a positive light every day and sometimes she just felt like a dark cloud inside and she couldn’t shake the feeling that she shot down her own dreams just to be a dark cloud in someone else’s light and they got all the sunshine but even though they had all the friends and made her feel alone in the crowd she was comfortable being the one who was outcasted because the light would shine alone after all it was the sunshine she was born with and because she was the sunflower.
#PuzzleThis
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2024/01/13/puzzle-this-saturday-mix-13-january-2024/
Confessionals
Coming to the end of the year
on a more positive note there are room for new beginnings
now we get to leave behind all of the old and get ready for the new
for me I still wished these past years lasted a little bit longer
easier to be said than actually being done
some may want to move on and that is understandable but for me I wish time never flied
some may come for a chapter while others seem to stay a little bit longer
including some friends and new flames we may meet along the way
only if we can keep them until the end otherwise we may lose them
now that is all that is left for the lesson of the day
altogether if we are not careful on the actions and words we use we just lose
love and kindness is not easy but it is the only dose of medicine we are given as a prescription
see you all in the new year, hopefully it won’t go by so fast like it did this year.
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2023/12/31/sunday-confessionals-bring-in-the-new/
And I wish for…
I still think about you and how you are my New Year’s resolution and what I would give to have seen you again but it seems as though we are just still passing moments away where from night and day I try to stay away and keep to myself without thinking about the loss of the friendship and how much I want it back I try to forget it and move on to something else thinking that our paths will never cross because we have been apart for so much time that it feels like forever ago I was able to have you on my mind but into this new year I want to change the story and instead of it being a New Year’s resolution I would rather call it an I wish for.
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2023/12/10/sunday-confessionals-resolutions/
Love came in waves and roses
The waves lapped at the shore and she wondered how long she had until… love became the very thing that reached the surface and turned a rose into red and a girl into a glass where one shard could turn her into pieces that she never dreamed of and before she could even reach for his hand he let go and left her with the pain and never asked if she was okay but he saw her and chose to look away and he took her heart when she asked him to stay and if she ever saw him again she would never say a word about the way they left the ending because all she would want to know is did he change or is he still the same way as he left?
I never pressed up the roses against the glass unless I wanted the glass to break and for me to see the blood stains that became the puddles of her tears and the glass she shielded as a thorn because she never wanted to get hurt again because to her love meant that she was for better or worse and she got the worst of the words and the glass because she was the only thing that had to break but life changed the idea of love in a different way that she first fell for.
I never thought to reverse the clock until the time between the lines and the ending were up and I had no where to write the rest of the book because I used up all the last of my breath and I left the petals as thorns.
http://weeklyprompts.com/2023/12/02/weekly-prompts-colour-challenge-red/
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