Bianca Reyes: Favorites

Jul 2017 Bianca Reyes

Ma Cherie

I know not of your hands
I know not of your name,
I know not of your face
but I have
always
known you
you are my soul's warm embrace

I have felt you
in their mindless empty touch
closer closer every time
an I need you
very very much,

I have yearned for the freeing
of your loving fingertips
the sanctuary of the warmest arms
and those perfect perfect lips
we can dance in my moon
as we move
slowly
waxing,
waning,
bringing both us back,
as time just slips an slips,
back,
before here
when
I knew you
back there
where
light
lives.

Ma Cherie © 2017

Still looking for my other half somewhere ; ) love you all

#poetry #soul #mate #findme #love

Jul 2017 Bianca Reyes

Stranger/hurricane

Jul 2017 Bianca Reyes

Josh

Stranger/hurricane

My life, my existence
Has become
Cigarettes, ***, indigo ink
Wishing, to make it
Through the day
And wishing I had
The guts to die
I hope, secretly
For a stranger
A human shaped hurricane
Someone new
Who doesn't know my history
Someone to set me free
My perfect, imperfect
Stranger
Wherever can you be?

#depression #life #change #nihilism #existentialism #existentialnihilism

Jul 2017 Bianca Reyes

Sleepy awake

Jul 2017 Bianca Reyes

Druzzayne Rika

Sleepy awake

Awake , but sleeping away
Sleeping as the world changes its way,
Awake but in hazy daze
Hardly it had been days
Spinning in strays
Time slows to erupt a new end
and hasty beginning in space
Collapsing the top base
all the thought phase
The colours back in greys
Bottom is the only that stays
and my eyes starts to droop again
To wake in new land another day
in new surround , new belief circle
slowly reaching the same end someday

#awake #sleep #sleeping #world #change #phase #time #daze #end #circle

Jul 2017 Bianca Reyes

After the Rain

Jul 2017 Bianca Reyes

fairyenby

After the Rain

the sharp extremities of the world cutting deep
droplets of you falling
forming
a sea deeper than my wounds
blurred at the edges
melting the heart strings
soft
leaving only the pitter patter of calm
to rest among my withered shoulders

but the droplets they
dissolved
drained away and
I am cold
for the sharp edges have gone for good
but replaced by a fog
a void
your absence
clings to me
the way damp clothes do
after the rain.

stained.
I can see my breath in the air
you are everywhere
maybe if I absorb you
i'll change
with the rain

a discarded umbrella
an open window
unsheltered heartbreak
if I bleed all that I have
without protection
maybe the clothes, like the droplets
will fade away

and you'll no longer cling
to my skin
because the cuts will be clean
after the rain.

another angsty one
why was I so angsty

November 2015

#love #heartbreak #change

Jul 2017 Bianca Reyes

The Pool Of Love

Jul 2017 Bianca Reyes

Mike Hauser

The Pool Of Love

Some people find the pool of love
And decided to dive right in
Before testing the temperature
To see if it's warm enough to swim

Some people lather themselves up
Just to lay out in the sun
As they watch all the others frolic
Wishing they could join in on the fun

Some pools are rather murky
So you must keep and eye on the sharks
Shallow or deep they'll take you off at the knees
For a closer advantage to tear out your heart

If you step out of the pool
After a swim in the deep end
Could you play the part of a wading fool
And jump right back in again

With no life guard on duty
To blow the whistle when you've had enough
You best be careful when you swim
In the pool of love

Jul 2017 Bianca Reyes

Lost Gold

Jul 2017 Bianca Reyes

archwolf-angel

Lost Gold

Written stories
Wonderful mysteries
A world of dreams
And wild fantasies

He came alive
From my words he rose
He said the words
I once thought was lost gold

Jul 2017 Bianca Reyes

GOODWILL

Jul 2017 Bianca Reyes

Traveler

GOODWILL

(A letter from prison)

Like a ghost ever haunting
My presence remains
In those boxes
In your basement
Is my domain
I was once there with you
As the photos do disclose
But now I’m just a shadow
Left from years ago

I have simply been forgotten
And my ghost is no big deal
Packed away so neatly
In a box marked "Goodwill”

In the nighttime I’m a dream
The one you used to have
In the morning I’m still missing
But you’re no longer sad
To your friends I’m that secret
When the conversation’s deep
But lately I’m a whisper
That rarely makes a peep

I waited for your visit
But you never showed at all
I must have sent a dozen letters
And made a dozen calls
But I've simply been forgotten
And my ghost is no big deal
Packed away so neatly
In those boxes marked “Goodwill”

Traveler Tim
HP Nov 2015
Goodwill is a nonprofit organization here in the US.. People donate items they no longer need in order to help the poor people.