Gone are the grasses so lush and green. Their roots dive deep searching far below. As flaking gold letting each tree go. I leave this place with soul disheartened. Whispering Autumn speaking in an ear. Rustle heartstrings beneath falling tears. I long for home. Now surrounded by this shifting grief. I dare not go but … Continue reading Away From Home -Michael Erickson
HEARTBREAK
THE VIEW FROM MY WINDOWS
BY CHARLES ROBERT LINDHOLM THE VIEW FROM MY WINDOWS VARIES FROM HUSTLE AND BUSTLE TO STILL LIFE AND FROZEN FROM MIDDAY TO MIDNIGHT FROM MOONLIGHT TO DAYLIGHT ALWAYS CHANGING AND REARRANGING THE THINGS THAT I SEE SOMETIMES IT'S STORMY MOST TIMES IT'S CLEAR AND ACCOMPANYING SOUNDS SOMETIMES I HEAR KALEIDOSCOPE VISIONS THAT CHANGE THROUGH … Continue reading THE VIEW FROM MY WINDOWS
3 LINE TALES – 159 – LETTING GO WAS NEVER EASY FOR ME
By Charles Robert Lindholm Letting Go Was Never Easy For Me I Believe In Happily Ever After And My Heart Hates My Mind Telling It What To Do! Copyright © 2019 Charles Robert Lindholm - All Rights Reserved Inspired From 3 Line Tales - Week 159 On WordPress.Com Please Come And Explore My Archives Here … Continue reading 3 LINE TALES – 159 – LETTING GO WAS NEVER EASY FOR ME
This is why I’m scared to love
All my life I've been yearning for a safe relationship. A relationship where I can feel free without anxiety, express myself in whatever way I want, and love knowing that it'll always be reciprocated. Truth is, those wishes are no more than dreams. For as long as I hold onto my insecurities, I'll keep pushing … Continue reading This is why I’m scared to love
Letter To My Tattered Heart
As I sit with pencil in hand writing you this love letter ideas to ponder and understand striving to know myself better. Tattered heart, you've always been here and I know I've caused you such grief because I loved with no thought or fear you've worked with no signs of relief. But here's what … Continue reading Letter To My Tattered Heart
A WHITE LIE
By Charles Robert Lindholm White Lies The Kind That Seem So Innocent Maybe Not Even Lies Maybe Just Misdirection Being Silent Instead Of Speaking Up Intentionally Omitting The Truth Being Ambiguous Allowing A Misinterpretation Or Misconception To Remain Uncorrected While Knowing And Intending A Perception Different Than The Truth A White Lie, A Really Little … Continue reading A WHITE LIE
Mementos
I keep you in a basket at the foot of my bed that I can grab quickly in case of fire or other emergency You are tucked in among the postcards from exotic places fading photographs handwritten letters greeting cards signed with love and other mementos of my past that I can’t bear to lose © … Continue reading Mementos
All or Nothing
The minutes hours weigh heavily upon my shoulders in the aching night where I replay our past like a black and white film that stutters across white walls I am lost in our unraveling recklessly hoping to rearrange time rewrite this ending Moonlight shines through bedroom windows loss regret shaping the light when … Continue reading All or Nothing
You
Your eyes are sometimes All I can think of When I lie here alone at night In the bed we used to share How you used to Lie here next to me Your eyes looking into mine Giving me a glimpse Into your fascinating brain Open and vulnerable But always a little mystery Retained, something held back … Continue reading You
Shallow Armor, Outer Skin
-By Linda Lee Lyberg Shallow armor, outer skin Your words cut to the core Dare I ever attempt to win Bathed in the bloody gore. Your words cut to the core Leaving nothing in their path Bathed in the bloody gore In the wake of your bitter wrath. Leaving nothing in their path … Continue reading Shallow Armor, Outer Skin
