
I am like a falling star who has finally found his place next to another in a lovely constellation, where we will sparkle in the heavens forever.
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I am like a falling star who has finally found his place next to another in a lovely constellation, where we will sparkle in the heavens forever.
Copyright: authorchrisbrown
I wake early
The remnants of night
Still clinging to what little time it has left.
The moon and stars
Shrouded by a hanging fog
Invisible to my sight and yet I knew them to be there.
I wait now
As night is vanguished
And the light of a new day rises upon the horizon
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Innocently he mistook the look in her eyes as passion and lust.
“I want to drain your life giving fluid from you,” she whispered softly.
The reality of the truth hit him like a bullet to heart as her teeth sunk into his neck and she began to drink.
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I am done
Exhausted
With my last remaining strength
I’m pulling up the anchor
Drifting the endless sea
Abandoning hope
Gifting my tears to the salty abyss
Abandoning your name to the silence of night.
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I didn’t see him today
The little boy in the corner
The sad one
The angry one
The one that judges me
Taunting my every decision
Madness in my mind
If he’s real why can no one see him
But then I never saw him today
I hope he comes back tomorrow
There’s insecurity when he’s not here
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What is it to live these days?
I spend most of my time locked up doing the things that pays for the box I’m locked in.
And to make box more aesthetically pleasing, costs more money, and so spend more time working to afford the things I have no time to admire.
The friends I’ve made have become nothing more than recognisable text on a screen, that offer a worded “hello” or an emoji, that it becomes weird and awkward speaking, let alone seeing them in person.
My mind feels starved of stimulus, instead taking on board garbage from the television or radio, until my sanity snaps and I reach for yet another book.
Dark nights draw in early, weather’s still cold, and a warm duvet is often a welcome respite from the monotony of the day.
I miss laughter, the sound of pointless banter. I miss being sociable and getting together with like minded folk to discuss things of interest.
I miss hugs and I miss kisses.
Living alone, even with creature comforts of life, is lonely, ever so lonely.
So I ask again, what is it to live these days?
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Life through my eyes 3
It wasn’t about finding some revelation
An euphoria moment that opened my eyes
I was taught the stories in school
By half hearted teachers that left me more questions than answers
Nor was it pandering to others
Changing of beliefs to seek favour in a new relationship
Afterall I was baptized as a child, and yet
Given the freedom to seek my own mind upon religion and faith
To many it seems incomprehensible
That in my days of loneliness and everything seems against me
I should have someone in which to offload
Not always in silent prayer, but in anger and frustration
There is comfort unleashing your feelings
To someone who will not judge or shout back
But will give you the benefit of a new day in which to find calm
To me, it has become more than religion but a relationship
Having faith that light will always follow darkness
That the power of song can lift and most flattened of moods
I would rather be looked at funny for finding strength
And shunned for seeking shelter in the arms of The Lord.
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A searing pain picks away at old forgotten scars
Remnants of a broken heart shattered in a former life
Self-doubt and self-worth the evil twins
Reborn to surface and plaque me once again
As they did through years of betrayal and mistrust
And though for all the pain and hurt I was feeling
I harboured no malice or grudge in the direction of my wrong doer
Better to love and see them happy, than filled with tears
A new life to grow and enhance their family
Through sorrow and pain came compassion and humility
But then through darkness came stars
With the passing of the storm I saw a rainbow
From where once I was seen as intimidating and unapproachable
Friendship blossomed, the pain eased and the scars formed again
The shoots of romance sprouted and began to entwine
A magnificent rose, a beacon of shining light, showing me the way
I would dream of writing love letters on her body with my kiss
Worshipping her every footstep through a life untold
Giving her my all in exchange for her hand and a life as her partner
A union under The Grace of God till the end of our days
The evil twins still lurk in the shadows
Born of past failures and historic regrets
I still wear the scars of long time battles fought
But I show them proudly as scripture to my life’s endeavours
And know they will be read and remembered for good and bad in equal measure
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Life through my eyes
My eyes are straining against the gloom
Another morning at the end of interrupted sleep
Mind too fogged up with thoughts and emotions
With no work to focus on, trivial things play heavy
There’s no point to getting dressed
So head downstairs to flick the switch on the kettle
More so out of habitual routine than actual desire
Lethargy has definitely taken hold as I stare blankly out the window
Resisting the urge to put on the TV, I turn the radio
For a moment all seems right in the world
Song fills the air and my mood is momentarily uplifted
Until the government COVID warning advert starts
The reminder that we are all confined to our homes
Grown adults grounded like naughty children
Presented with daily figures and new variant strains
Days become weeks, weeks become months
Social media rife with propaganda and conspiracy theories
Views and beliefs argued amongst one time friends
All too much for my mind to process and make sense of
I slump on the sofa and allow my thoughts fly to happier times.
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After over a year of sharing small snippets on Facebook, so the whole story came to its conclusion. Read throughs, edits and re-writes ahead before even thinking of publication. But so happy to have the first draft over the line.
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