This Piece is dedicated to my wonderful friend, a rare and beautiful soul… she is a reason to believe that there are true and wonderful people in the world… Our friendship could not have been forced, or faked, or created any other way… except the way that it did… naturally, truthfully & for a beautiful reason. Our similarities are a wonderful gift, and our differences complement nicely. I look forward to tomorrow, having a friend like Hastywords.
This poem is just for her
Here you are
A light come forth to shine
A force of which
I only entertained existed
The hopeful desire
That others like me
Much to the same sensitivity
You are tender with the world
I feed on your light
With your warm, gentle voice
Proving to me
To the world we know
That angels walk upon us
Where ever we go
Here you are
My own friend and savior
A lyrical dance
As you put me at ease
Please tell me
That I am saving you too
From the things that you need
An emptiness I fill in you
Light we share
It grows between us
The building of trust
This very evening
You put me at ease
You lifted me up
When I had fallen to my knees
Here you are
I am here for you too
I honor our tryst
In all that I do
This piece is written for a very dear friend. Someone who has given me hope that there are gentle souls still present to this day. The world can make us, turn cold to others, but then… out of no where… a light comes along, and for whatever the wonderous, giving reason, we have been given a true friend.
Thank you for being you.
Five Sentence Fiction ~ Tryst Fiction
Tattered and torn, she still carries her wings.
She has been battered and bruised watching over me.
The task has not been easy, as I have lived a dangerous life.
She was given a girl who chose the darkest roads.
Yet, she has watched over her, guiding her home with light every night.
Five Sentence Fiction – Angles
What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.
This week: ANGLES
A Piece from 2 Poets
Hastywords & Think. Speak. Tryst
My Velvet Angel
Into the darkness of the room
You were dressed in black velvet
Cloaked head to toe
I knew you came to play
But your game, I do not know
Hidden within the quiet
I looked for you in desperate earnest
The velvet of your black garb
Absorbed every happiness
Leaving me solemn and in distress
Look into my eyes
Can’t you see me needing you
Standing here, vulnerable, it’s true
Take my hand & lead the way
I am desperately needing you
I used to fear the dark
And what I found inside it
The silence so unbearable
Until you came into it
Find me in this place and save me
The costume of your character
Only hides your true shining light
Once fear in darkness
Turns to brighter days
You are my muse in the games we play
I can feel you reaching in the dark
Your hands find me and I open my eyes
Like the road less travelled, it’s the one I chose
The one others feared, the troubled path, as everyone knows.
And one that road, I saw many things,
I saw broken angels with blood on their wings…
Now at first I thought and I knew this was wrong,
Yet somehow, someway, I was unfaithful to my own song.
‘Cause deep in my spirit, inside the temple of my heart,
I know it is wrong, to break your own wisdom’s apart…
So little ol me pushed forward on this path,
Enduring all the afflictions of my self chosen wrath.
Tired, weak, dirt & tear stricken face,
It was then I did realize that I had fallen from grace.
And in this moment, I said to myself
Girl get off this road, and ask for some help…
I never could ask for help ’cause of pride,
but pride was fake, in me, just a place to hide…
So I stood up tall and ran till I saw blue,
In the heaven above… is where I first saw you.
At first I couldn’t accept, I didn’t quite understand…
But there you were, holding out your hand.
I fell to your feet, telling of all that I’ve done…
I’ve lied, I’ve stole, I’ve used & I’ve run!
From them, from you, from all of me,
To now, you see, I’m begging to be free.
Yes I chose a destructive path, with no clue of its aftermath.
I did what I thought to make it through,
Only to fall here, in front of you.
With dirt, and guilt, and shame on my hands,
Tell me my savior, what are your demands?
I hate myself, I’ve fallen from grace,
How do I fix my life of mistakes?
…Hush now hush, humbled baby girl…
Can’t you see through truth, you’re changing your world…
You’ve made it this far, spirit fallen from grace,
You walked that road, and you own your mistakes.
Now you look to see the sky is blue,
your life now awaits…
It’s time to be you.
I wrote this piece on 4/13/2012, inside a women’s prison just outside of St. Louis. I can still remember what I was feeling and all the changes I was going through when I wrote this in April. So many things went through my mind and soul inside that prison. I had so much time to think, and write, and that I did… Lots of thinking and writing…
So much in my life has changed since I wrote this piece. My life has circled back around to where I once was before all my sabotage in 2010 & 2011, and I’ve even grown further since then. I am honestly grateful for the things I have gone through because I have been given the chance to start over, practice forgiveness within myself & with others, and use my experiences to be more aware, more wise, and grateful for the life that I have been given. See, it’s all about choice. I have the choice to choose…
As I write this, it’s not at all to give the impression or send the message that I have it all figured out. I don’t and as I continue to live, I’ll always be trying to figure things out. What I am saying, is that I made it through a real tough time, and I came out on the other side more wise than I was before. And for that, I am very grateful. Thanks for reading 🙂