Leara writes and other creative things…
Portfolio including poetry and flash fiction from micro fiction to short stories and a bit of photography thrown in for good measure.
She chokes back the tears
As she chokes on her fears
And regrets
The love that she felt she forgets
The sun sets in her eyes
Over the lies
There were plenty
At times she believed many
But what she got was empty
What she couldn’t see
She can now see clearly
– Written for Sacha Black’s Writespiration #104 52 Weeks in 52 Words Week 8. Prompt word was “choke.” WC 52. Photo from Pexels.com.
Words said, spell cast; for generations, they would regret ever having crossed her.
– Written for Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting 13 #69. Prompt words was “spell.” WC 13. Photo from Wikimedia.
Twilight is nigh.
Seeking soaring stars; wandered, though
Twilight is nigh.
When I saw your cobalt eyes cry,
Without a sound, I pondered so.
The gift it seems, I squandered, oh!
Twilight is nigh.
– Written for Jane Dougherty Writes, Poetry Challenge #40: Rider. Painting prompt by John Bauer. Word prompts were “star, gift, wander, soaring, cobalt.” Poetry form is a Rondelet.
I don’t deserve a second chance or even the closure that would help me sleep at night.
Dear You,
I miss the way your sleepy eyes admired me in the morning while I dressed for work. I miss you missing me when I was gone.
It’s been a while since you’ve come around. It’s my fault, I know.
I wish there was a way to make it up to you, to let you know that I accept the part I played. I take the blame.
I was a fool, and I made a mistake. I broke your heart, and I can’t fix that with words.
I don’t deserve a second chance or even the closure that would help me sleep at night.
I don’t deserve a second thought, even to curse my name because you don’t deserve to feel an ounce of pain. You never deserved it to begin with.
I wish I could take back what I did, what I said. I wish I could see you smile at me again.
Most of all I wish I had been wise enough to appreciate what I had before it was gone. I wish I hadn’t made a statistic out of us.
I hope you want me back, but you deserve to move on.
Love,
Me
– Written for The Blog Propellant, Prompt Miscellanea “Apology Letter.” WC 198. I went over count on this one. I wasn’t feeling the 100 words. Photo from Wikipedia.
Leara writes and other creative things... 