The fabric of your shirt, that I held between my fragile fingers, with eyes closed. Suddenly a violent wave of your fragrance rushed to my senses, bringing me to my knees leaving me gasping for a breath of fresh air the hole burning in my chest, the void unfilled. You are so near, so close, … Continue reading Re-align !- themoonlightreverie
By Charles Robert Lindholm A word of regret with melancholy feelings, Perhaps is wistful Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm - All Rights Reserved Please Come And Explore My Archives Here And On The Reluctant Poet!
all he wanted was a touch of blue but her stain spread right through he wanted to ingest her sorrow she asked him, stay till tomorrow but he said no, his fingers read her soul her sadness so hard to hold with his brush he stroked and with colour she broke but the girl in … Continue reading the grey rain
By Charles Robert Lindholm My Heart Had Been Shattered With Pieces Scattered Everywhere In My Life Sitting In Darkness Silent In My Sadness Alone Until He Came To Sit With Me He Had Listened To Me And Cared Enough To Search For All The Broken Pieces Of My Heart He Found Them One By One … Continue reading HE HELD MY HEART IN HIS HAND
By Charles Robert Lindholm He Sat Alone In Darkness Waiting On A Loveseat While He Watched The Last Moments Of The Night Being Chased Away By The Light Of An Approaching Dawn Arriving Unannounced To The Unexpected Emptiness Of His Apartment He Turned To Lock The Unlocked Front Door Before He Could No Longer Stand … Continue reading AN AWKWARD SILENCE
“Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. —From an Irish headstone” Lying on the top shelf covered with layers of time still, has their character carrying their worries from moments of time They smiled when he slipped into them wilted when they left aged with the feet for … Continue reading Old shoes
heaven’s a fraud and hell, smoldering lies over the still breathing heart of virgin truth if there is a kingdom on high then strip my abuser of the flesh on his wretched bones blast a nine mile hole in the lump of flesh we call a heart the same way he mocks my chains watching … Continue reading Guest Barista Devereaux Frazier-God, What Have You Become (Abuse)
blue blue is the color of my sadness not robin’s egg blue too bright too cheery not navy blue too flat too traditional i picture my blueness a swirling cloud of midnight blue streaks of silver periwinkle on the outer edges moving like a slowly rotating constellation through my head it rains indoors only … Continue reading Painting