I’ve come to a crossroad.
3 paths before me,
My future unsure.
3 new ways to head towards
But do I have the courage
To move forward? Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #46: 4”
Tag: misplaced missives
Misplaced Missives #49: Leave Me
I wish to be alone
Is that selfish? Wrong?
Another reason to atone? Continue reading “Misplaced Missives #49: Leave Me”
Misplaced Missive #45: Words
I’ll write by candlelight
‘Cause I don’t want my words
Illuminated for all to see
Want them hidden, even from me. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #45: Words”
Misplaced Missive #41: Fallen
Fallen like acid rain,
Burning instead of cleansing.
All I want is my sins absolved away:
Tell me it’s okay to feel this way. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #41: Fallen”
Misplaced Missive #44: Lift
So this is totally not what I had scheduled for today, but with all the reflection and sadness of yesterday it felt wrong to post something melancholy and brooding. Thus: this kinda tentatively hopeful poem.
Grasp my hand
And lift me up
To your heavens
So I can be closer
To the closest path
To perfection Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #44: Lift”
Misplaced Missive #27 – Like You
If you died in this moment,
I would rejoice as the lights
Of the ambulance left my view. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #27 – Like You”
Misplaced Missive #2: Valor
I wish I could save you for once.
You, who fights to preserve my way of life.
The irony isn’t lost on me,
I see the obvious tragedy:
If not for people like me,
No need for people like you. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #2: Valor”
Misplaced Missive #13: Wings
Which would you rather have? Peace? Or Freedom?
If I could tear off my weighted wings,
For a quick taste of absolute freedom,
Would the cage-less existence,
Satisfy my urge to soar? Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #13: Wings”
Misplaced Missives #6: Silence Is Golden
Last refuge of the weak and belittled;
Final hope in hiding:
Armed with indifference’s mask
And sarcasm’s broad shield,
There’s the insidious impulse imploring me
To submit, To yield
Before insanity strikes his blow. Continue reading “Misplaced Missives #6: Silence Is Golden”
Misplaced Missives #215: Dolls
Neither porcelain nor plastic,
Neither precious nor phony,
This is the testimony,
Ghost written to any and all,
Who not only fail but fall,
Into patriarchal pitfalls
Of treating women like dolls. Continue reading “Misplaced Missives #215: Dolls”
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