to the moon

You said you loved me to the moon

but you couldn’t make it back.

You got lost in its craters

as I lost myself in mine,

a swarm of holes in my heart,

the hollow crevices from a million losses–

Nights spent bent over,

curled within my cocoon of melancholy.

It is in these eerily silent twilights

that I watch the moonlight stream in and illuminate my pale skin.

I let that silver light

sting,

sever,

dismantle my heart,

for what is letting go but a slow dismembering of a weighted heart?

 

And you sunk further away,

only 238,900 sharded inhales away,

floating….

floating

and I, swallowed by the density of unloved stars.

-Eva M.M.

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” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”

Privacy

Pri- at- me,

till I speak

open

explode with words 

like the echo of waves crashing

against the shoreline of my thighs.

The veiled curtain 

that grants us little privacy

pulled aside,

the surrender

of one to another

on freshly pressed sheets.

Love burns in lust’s fire,

unraveling

the lace that keeps us apart.

 

Spark! The scream that escapes,

the body that trembles

in the privacy of our hearts…

 

O!

 

-Eva M.M.

Prompt : Privacy

Thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts in the comments for me to enjoy. I did this post in connection with the Daily Post prompt so if you click the link above you can go check out lots of other great posts for this prompt.

” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”

Bounty

Catch me if you can, they say,

these tears overflowing with sorrow.

Such a bitter bounty of pain they hold,

such an unfortunate fountain of fear

for what the future may hold

and such a ruptured remembrance of times past,

ghosts that weave in and out of the tapestry of my heart.

Call to my little angels,

flow down the mountains of my cheek.

Free me from the grief that silently slinks within me.

-Eva M.M.

” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”

 

 

The Lady Bug.

I was glancing at a tiny blade of grass

when I discovered upon it a tiny bug, a lady

who crawled on  it  daintly

as if on a leisurely walk through the city.

Then I looked away for only a minute

and when I turned my gaze back

she had vanished into a shop

taking her spotted umbrella with her.

-Eva M.M.

Daily Prompt: Discover

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” Me and the pen.we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”

Echoes.

When I look at him all I see are echoes of my faded circus dreams,

hazy-purple atmosphere

and

dizzy smoke filled nights.

I feel it all growing,

growing towards the luminescence,

palms pressed against my chest:

I feel the thorns press through

as the roses grow in my lungs,

they puncture,

they tear at the tissue of my life,

they destroy

and they bloom,

red and pink, yellow and white–

they bloom out to fill the cavern of my deflating lungs.

And I gasp…

blurred vision through which I can glimpse only him

as I crumple over

an echo of who I once was.

 

-Eva M.M.

Prompt :Echo

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” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Moon Scars

Last fall as the night’s chill snuck up on us,

sitting behind the tall oak tree

on Lilac Lane,

I kissed you with my small town lips,

tasted you with my country tongue

and learned a lot about pain — love.

Silk skin in the moonlight

razor sharp kisses.

Crescent shaped scars on my chest

where you showed me how to fly.

And I

remember falling asleep

in a pile of red and orange

the crinkle of leaves

and the shape of the moon on my soft skin.

 

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-Wishing you the brightest of days,Eva

” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow,my ink would cease to flow.”

via Moon

My Lantern.

Burn

There is a saying that goes : May the bridges you burn light the way.I think I identify closely with this phrase myself because in times when we find ourselves isolated,facing a wall of fire we need more than ever to find a reason to stay positive.Sometimes we come to a time in our lives when we know we must severe the ties we have so painstakingly fought to keep. I have recently been battling with a big case of this myself and in trying to be brave and watch the fire blaze higher I reminded myself of this. When the fire finally dies down and all that is left are ashes between my side and the other side I will have lost my lantern but as it burns I might as well take that to my full advantage and let it light my way. Move forward. It is always about moving forward and not dwelling on the fact that the bridge is burning. The bridge is burning but I have light. The bridge is burning but I now can see clearly where it is I really want to go. I channel that fire’s power to my full advantage and I allow that which once seemed to be a sad and horrifying sight to become a guiding and saving light.It is rather unorthodox but sometimes when we seem lost anything can become our lantern.

Thanks for reading and let me know your thoughts in the comments below. This post is connected to the Daily Posts prompt for today ,so go check other great posts out there as well.

-Wishing you the brightest of days,Eva

” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”

The Fence

 

This poem is my contribution to the Daily Posts prompt for the day (Fence  )and a poem I’ve had on the tip of my tongue for weeks. Hope you enjoy.

The fence

 

The fence locked me into your arms

and I cried.

The fence around you and I

makes me live.

Trapped

I

love.

 

Free

I

hate.

 

The fence was torn down

and I wept.

The fence around you and I

destroyed.

Free

I

hate.

Trapped

I had

loved.

 

Browned hands touch pale skin.

Leather gloves in the distant

rebuild a fence, post by post.

In an old farmhouse

two stand

face to face.

Free to love

but free they hate.

Trapped by hate

but trapped they love.

 

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-Wishing you the brightest of days,Eva

” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”

 

The empty glass.

The empty glass sat on the table

the table placed on the peeling floor.

And I lay on the ground

looking up

at the empty glass through the transparency.

 

The empty glass  fell to the floor,

shattering on the peeling linoleum.

And I lay on the ground

,eyes closed,

feeling just like the empty glass– transparency.

 

 

That was a poem I wrote and decided to share today for my blog and for the Daily Posts word prompt challenge for today.Empty

-Let me Know your thoughts in the comments below and Thanks for reading and sharing.

-Wishing you the brightest of days,Eva

” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”

 

 

 

The Ultimate Transformation.

Word Prompt -Transformation

In response to the Daily Posts word prompt and my own whirling thoughts ,I wanted to do a post about what the ultimate transformation in everyone’s life ought to be.The ultimate transformation is the elimination of irrational and detrimental fears.Life is not easy to approach fearlessly when you are saturated in a society that teaches it. We live in a world where failure is seen as a sure sign of weakness, vulnerability ,and shunning. We let this fear of failure take over us and cause us to cram even harder for that last exam or  fend off a full on panic attack before out next job interview. We let this fear of thinking of our failures rule our lives and in doing so we miss out on the whole living part of life.The ultimate transformation that we all need to make is to escape this cycle we are born into of fear feeding upon fear, creating a world in which we walk around with wide eyes wondering if anything we do will hit the mark that others have set for us.The thing is to make this transformation we first have to realize that the marks others set for us , rarely matter but rather it is the goals and the dreams we aspire to that ought to direct our choices in life.Secondly, we must realize that there will always be more than one way to get where we want to go in life . We can either take the scenic route, the quicker route, the cheaper  route or if we so desire we can even wing it and decided not to really take any fixed route at all.Once you realize these two things you must then learn to remind yourself every step of the way to breathe, to be and to never let anything get in your way, even failure. Your failures that will inevitably happen  and the little jaunts in the road which will cause things to not always go your way are just new opportunities to live life to its fullest:Take them for all that they are; Savor each moment you have whether it is going how you wanted it to or not. Life is beautiful even when it is cracked a little, and by loving it for its beauty you put it back together again.Make the ultimate transformation. Love life and rid yourself of the burdens of fear.

-Wishing you the brightest of days,Eva

 

” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”