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LadonnaAtherley
LadonnaAtherley
50/F Im Just trying to survive and be a good person. I love people and am inspired by kindness every day. I dispise drama and strife. I love my kids and grandkids and have a great man who believes in me. Im truley blessed.
The Tears of an Angel fall quietly in the night. Broken wings cannot take flight. Hopeless dreams, desperate aspirations. Reserved and shy, future salutations. Heavy is the heart that's left behind. Opened eyes are now found blind. Reconciling pinions and mending wounds. For lifetimes passages beneath full moons. Another touch, Downey feathers fall. With hope for love, to receive the call. Gently mourning with each moment passing. Waiting for love's kiss everlasting. Steadfast and patient but the angels still cry. Once she is free, the angels again fly. Ladonna Atherley.
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Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 1:52 AM UTC
Tears of an Angel
TO CONQUER LONLINESS, WE MUST FIRST JOIN THE BATTLE... I lie awake at night, and watch the world sleep. The stars rise and fall in the sky... Still, no one joins me; no one hears my cry. My heart bleeds from wounds of my own making. Will they ever heal? OH! When will the lamenting end? Sad times; lost loves; broken promises; Time wasted. Freedom is far from this place. How I long to be at peace. At peace with myself; at peace with the world. Fear, Death, Reality, All that I run from; Not "fear", the unknown, uncontrollable. Not Death but dying, Alone. Not reality but truth. Truth be told, life is good. Lonliness is a personal battle, Never faught, never won. NEVER..., The conqurer
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May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 5:05 PM UTC
The Conqurer
Above the lake, amber rays of golden sun pierce the morning sky. Crystal clear dew drops acts as prisms On the blades of brilliant green grass and leaves. The fauna around the lake are quiet and still, Except for a single bald eagle in search of a morning meal. Oh! The majesty. Her pristine white head; Her regal posturing and hunting techniques… She is nothing less than awesome. The lakes reflection mirrors the lake and mountains that surround it, so perfectly; one cannot tell where the lake ends and the sky begins. They appear as one, seamless… Perfect.
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May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 7:39 PM UTC
The lake
It’s hard to be in the “here and now”, When your mind is continuously flooded with memories of the past and fears about the future. The “I can’t believe” and “What if’s”, That haunt me almost hourly, Seem to pull me from the “here and now”. What exactly does that mean? A state of mind, perhaps? Constantly being aware of one’s surroundings? I’ve been from time to time… When observing nature or something beautifully awe inspiring. But is that what’s meant by “the here and now”? Until I discover its meaning; I suppose, I'll have to stay “there, and then”, Rather than “Here and Now”.
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May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 7:37 PM UTC
The Here And Now
Head is foggy, Knees shake, Hands quake. Suicidal again. Cotton mouth, Nausea, Lightheaded, Suicidal again. Numb, Confusion, Head is aching. Suicidal again. Distant voices, Hot and cold flashes, Suicidal again. Pain, Tears, Self destructive behavior, Suicidal again. Exhaustion, Isolation, Self medication, Suicidal again. Chain smoke, Can’t eat, Suicidal again. Gods turned his back on me; I’ll turn my back on him. Suicidal again. Truly, The only way out… Suicidal again.
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May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 7:33 PM UTC
Suicidal Again
Shadow boxes skip playfully and dance in the air In front of me. Catch one , live forever. Floating, Like ice on a crystal lake. Breathing and alive, together we are one. Pictures captured, Darkness controlling. Beauty enhanced. Wonderland. Touch it freely. Intoxicating. ****** space, ****** no more… Beheld for the first time, By me.
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May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 7:27 PM UTC
Untitled 1
Loneliness; An emotion I know all too well. I feel it intensely. Sometimes it’s too much. I can hear my heart beating, Breaking within the silence. I’m missing you. I have the memory of you etched in my mind And upon my spirit. I know we will never be; And this saddens me further. I’m missing you. I am hopeful that we might, one day, meet again; If only for a brief goodbye. I’m missing you so. Perhaps on the other side of this life, There is an eternity in which we are together. My spirit has been forever painted by the colors of your aura. I’m missing you. I can only imagine the joy and warmth your touch would bring. I’ll live on the dream, The hope and the wish for your love and attention. I know while we live, I will never receive what I want, What I need from you; I’m still missing you.
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May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 7:26 PM UTC
Missing You
You don’t sing to me anymore, like you used to do. You hardly even pay attention when I talk to you. What happened to those days when we were all that mattered? It was us against the world. Now, the us has turned to you. You don’t write me love letters, like you used to do. Once, that’s all you did. Have we gone astray somewhere along our lovers path? You don’t write me poetry that comes from the heart, Like you used to do. You used to pen such beautiful words. They made me want to cry. Now I cry; Not for the same reasons. You don’t hold me in your arms when we are alone in the dark, Like you used to do. I am afraid you don’t hold me in your heart anymore, Like you used to do.
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May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 7:22 PM UTC
Like You Used To Do
You ask a lot; sometimes too much. Not really; I give enough. You are very demanding and abrasive; But that’s ok; I can be wishy- washy and irritating. You are often neglectful, and I am lonely. But you come around and I amuse myself. Your bossy and don’t want to negotiate, But im wimpy, and have a thing for authority figures. So, it seems we mesh. Your cranky and get paranoid when I wrote poems like this; But don’t worry; Its not about you baby, Its just a poem
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May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 7:18 PM UTC
It’s Not About You Baby; It’s Just A Poem
Emptiness, Darkness, No peace. Silent, Still. Nothingness. No light, No sound, No shape, Nothing. No fear; No joy. Somehow; somewhere deep within, There is a semblance of a feeling, A feeling that I Am. Then movement, shadows, confusion; Fear arrives. More awareness of emotions and feelings. Lights, colors, sounds, touching. Shapes come into focus. I begin to come into focus… To understand that I am. Who I am, Where I am. I am coherent now.
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May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 7:16 PM UTC
I Went Nowhere