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I don’t know what to do with my emotions,
heart racing through my chest!
Can I stop the madness? Should I take a pill (or ten)?
Or is this just one more of life’s tests?

The anxiety rips me to shreds, always wondering
at the end of the day when I’ll break?
Two seconds away from crying or screaming, but still
this might be what life takes…?

Just one more day, one more week – I can do it!
I am trying – and I know I ought!
I’ll get through it – well, everyone else does!
If I could only stop these wretched thoughts!

If I could unwind, unplug – shut down and
let it all be what it is!
Stop painting the sign of the ultimate failure
like fire-engine red on my lips.

But I don’t know what to do with my emotions,
who to turn to, to ask for advice?
When am I past my breaking point? Tell me!
I’m asking you now, really nice.

Never mind me, I’m just venting after a rough few days.

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Image by Karin Gustafson from Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.

Powerful,
so invisible.
One of them –
not with them
apart from the herd – alone,
I’m invisible.

Invisible
white mane,
he roams free!
Wish I were him!
Powerful.

Not sure if this works, but I tried to combine two prompts while waiting for the official (but optional) NaPoWriMo prompt. I stole the meters (a shadorma – a 3/5/3/3/7/5 syllable count, and an elfje – a 1/2/3/4/1 word count) from Mindlovemisery’s Managerie‘s B&P Shadorma and Beyond prompt, but focused the content on the equine prompt of  Imaginary Garden with Real Toads. I also borrowed the image, by the talented Karin Gustafson, from the Toads, focusing on the transparency of the horse.

I may write more (to the official prompt) later, but if not this is Day 2’s offering to NaPoWriMo 2016.

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Escape Childhood by Holunder @ deviantart, via Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

Sometimes the world around me is a world I don’t understand.
And so I hide in my own world, a magic mystery land.
A land where dragons fly the skies, and I’m their only queen.
A land only I inhabit, that only I have seen.

I hide away from reality, though I know that’s not the way
and I can stay quite hidden here, for many, many days.
But if you want to join me, come on in, there’s room for two
I will make that exception, in my mystery land, for you.

Being queen in a made up world, it does come at a price
and though the dragons amuse me, and are really, very nice,
it can sometimes get lonely, as I go away to hide –
and when it does I’d want someone to be here at my side.

Perhaps we could build a castle, a cave, a hide-away?
Erect our very own mystery tent where you and I can play?
And you can tame your own dragon – I have named mine Finn
and we could go on a cloud chase and fly the northern winds.

Yes, I know that I am dreaming, that this world of mine ain’t real.
And furthermore I know escaping life won’t make wounds heal.
I know I shouldn’t go there, I know that I can’t hide
and most of all I know that you will not be by my side.

No you won’t ride a dragon or chase the northern wind
and you will never know such twirling madness deep within.
A figment of my twisted mind, that is all you are
as close to me, to real, as the night sky’s most shining star.

Today, the last day before NaPoWriMo 2015 kicks off, I’ve chosen to go with Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Photo Challenge #54 and be inspired by the image by Holunder at Deviantart. I love these kind of poem-y stories, but I tend to make them go on forever… 

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Not to be Reproduced by Rene Magritte, image from Magpie Tales

You may look, you may look,
but I’m never to be seen.
From within, looking out
hiding in the evergreen.

You may search, you may search
but you never will find me.
Tucked away, out of sight
high up in the tallest tree.

You may call, you may call,
but I’ll never answer back.
Mute my voice, not by choice
vocal cords now withered black.

You may write down my name,
but you’ll never really know.
I am safe, on my own
where my feelings never show.

How, you say, do I know
that you never will find me?
How could you, when indeed
there is no one here to see?

For Magpie Tales and Mag 224.

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Image from Samarelart.com via Pinterest

One night upon my travels far
I stumbled on a fancy bar
with music loud and flowing wine
I met a man with eyes of tar.

He said: My dear, you look so fine!
It’s in my heart to make you mine.
He kissed my hand, he kissed my lips
let for a moment true love shine.

His hands upon my naked hips
we met in the night, two sailing ships
but when the morrow’s sun did rise
like shadow from his bed I slip.

My lonely journey has a price,
to never hold the same man twice
and as I travel near and far
my heart is now as cold as ice.

Day 18 of NaPoWriMo 2014 and today’s challenge was to write either a Ruba’i or a Rubaiyat (which is a collection of Ruba’i-s)… Writing to form has always scared me, but I decided to give it a go, with a basic AABA BBCB rhyme. Hope you enjoyed!

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I lay here silent
in a world of beauty.
Mute for all the world to see.
I cannot speak,
express the frailty
explain what life has done to me.

A plain old rock in water’s flow
nowhere to hide,
nowhere to go.
I cannot hide what I’ve become
cannot explain
the malice of some.

You see me in the corner of your eye
just out of sight
and out of mind.
I cannot explain how I was left behind,
just not in a state of
the regular kind.

So keep on walking, never mind me
I don’t expect
you’ll ever see
just what my beauty truly is.
As I watch the sun
give the water its’ kiss.

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There are times when I really don’t want to be me!
Times when I just want to write
about all the wonderful people I see.

Parents who care so well for their child
or people who love
in a way they can’t hide.

But then I go back to being just me
and I’m not that perfect
person you see.

I find it really hard sometimes
to take on the guise
of the others outside!

I find it hard to let go of me
and be one of the others
the ones you want to see.

I find it hard to show you who’s real
and put up for sales
the feelings I feel.

There are so many times when I just
want to let go of pretense,
pretend that I’ve forgot.

Somewhere underneath this cover of me
dwells just that person,
the one you want to see!

I’m sitting here wondering who I am. What I should do with this blog and if I should keep on writing or not. This is the results, for now.

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