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Wine glass lay empty
toppled on the ground...its edge
smeared with red lipstick

Luster braved the dark
opals, sapphires couldn't hide
a face...so lovely

Stilled...supine...voiceless
stripped of fame...name...evil game!
success? envy? shame?

Opals, bright sapphires, 
graced her neck...muted...like the
doe-eyed beauty...dead.


Sally
Copyright April 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

sally-a-bayan

The Necklace

Jun 6, 2026

June 2026

2026

Anger & Conflict - June 2026

Beauty & Aesthetics - June 2026

Dark & Scary - June 2026

Death & Mortality - June 2026

Drama & Tragedy - June 2026

Family & Relationships - June 2026

Fantasy & Magical - June 2026

Happiness & Joy - June 2026

Heartbreak & Loss - June 2026

Historical & Ancient - June 2026

Hope & Optimism - June 2026

Humor & Satire - June 2026

Inspiration & Motivation - June 2026

Love & Romance - June 2026

Mystery & Supernatural - June 2026

Nature & Environment - June 2026

Philosophical & Intellectual - June 2026

Political & Social - June 2026

Sadness & Melancholy - June 2026

Sexy & Sensual - June 2026

Time & Nostalgia - June 2026

Transformation & Change - June 2026

War & Heroism - June 2026

World & Travel - June 2026

Atul

Beautiful collection of interrelated haikus. :-)

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timothy

Amazing as always. . .
Excellent write!!!!!!!~<3<3:):)&#9786;&#9788;&#9794;&#9792;&#9824;&#9829;&#9827;&#9830;&#9688;&#9787;&#9689;&#8226;&#9675;.O&#9835;

removed.-pgzs

Simply breath-taking, like scenes from a film and somehow for me you evoke Frida Kahlo and the sacred feminine .... ah tis the art of soul whispering! Divinely penned Sally! :)

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se-reimer

stunning, though mornful... a thought provoking piece... 
(: Steve

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removed.-5dlc

I can relate, and shame so was the first grip stopping the heart for an ever in seconds only to panic , reaching for my wife to come back from the lightening wound and recover her ability for us to lock eyes and each say, oh, my, how, and every question never know to exist. we have not reached the point of roaming a wilderness ladened mines and flower of love gifted us, it a bizarre manor to walk so frightened, timid and bold with out anger to course, we agreed that of all the possible out comes, far too many showed extreme support in the whispers found here and there in this construct of many things, this construct we make with our daily dreams, fanciful, extravagant, our parables lies that lay about the pig stye of the worlds unanswered and unreached conclusions and mathematical chalk boarded broken bodies and wishes that were answered but forgotten to retrieve. in the mess of things , we are among the everyone, the good, beautiful, magical, ugly, mean, greed stricken all of the variables as we were the day much started unawares to we. naked, shivering, boiling from the heat of fires kindled before a war that ravaged more people than rounds lost and unaccounted for. we found a direction in the pitch black we knew but was now as foreign as children in a room when the lights go and feet leave the floor till the bed is stuck with the relief and fear of the crevices under our bed. we remained Open , windows rolled down, as naked as ever, to find resolution with those who felt, who wondered, respected and desired to make the hero they are shine for the rescue of two unknown children dieing to find the answers to lost abilities, damaged promises, slighted loves and dreams glued together in hopes it could fold like a map in the glove box, all before we ever knew. we know those whom wish us true harm and have, truly harmed us in ways we can not , dare not ever admit too, for we did for so long slash our guts so wonderful and grief stricken onto each others bodies as the sins and lust to reach a place that would shock us back to life, after the wounds of such losses. we then still before we knew. fame ,       is   a word i know of only in the stained understandings of fairytale never to be read again, pride, remains in the hearts we have for our children, who one day, will and already have had to face these pains, these motivating, realities, shocking and debasing, face disfiguring and scorching when in public and remembering all the years,,,years of odd and strange interactions and failed contracts, buys and friends ships sailing with out goodbyes and our hearts wondering what we could have done to list their ship non return. I want to rage from time to time when I feel my body fail me from my guts crushing in and my heart pouring out black cold and sorrowful for my wife and my children for I failed in keeping them safe from harm, and failed in the deepest of ways, ways i could never have imagined. yet, in such bleak and disturbing disfigured grotesque self hate and ridicule we all do to our selves when we know our own failings, our ugliness we agree to keep secret with our spouses, i found, among the blacken stain bloody floor and flower. one daisy, the pure starkness and contrast hurt, it upset the core of any reality, but I leaped to save it from being swollowed by my own being and dieing heart, so that it would be spared, and then  as i lifted my blurry eyes to see a feild of bluebonnets, black eyed susans, tulips, roses and every kind i could not name, with my scared and harmd rpg blasted brain, the words failed me to explain the glory  of that simple moment, see people,,,, people loveing along those years , ink stained paper of my monitor I saw care, compassion, hope, inspiration leaping from other chest like they found the missing answer they were struggling with,, i became used to unplugging  the contraption that trapped our pain in a halmark  card that sang and danced in the pixels of millions of tiny colors in the eyes of the masterbations, self deprications, the simple failings that are never admitted to , but we all do, these so satianed we intertwinded with victorious lusts, loveing trusts, granted stays of the hearts executuions in those years as we learned who were are and who ae are not. for i am a man who loves like a boy , a perschooler in love with the teachers pet, a rough cowgirl and , what can one say, that isnt already displayed, i was not robbed and mugged or violently raped by all of the beautiful people who stuggles with even glipsing a peek at such pure honesty and the train wreck expected each week only for dudly do right to stumble across a woman hold his heart in her hands, and though it was clumbsy and never a dream for a las or lad to aspire to, some how, some how, the hope in side of you , save our lives, and still do. there are those whom truly have broken every concievable rule even unto this day, with threats of death to my babies, my wife and myself, simply for waking to a secret kept from us by even those who knew us. I can not truly or fully hold a vengful heart to them, for how would you, me or any one cone to grips with telling another what another has done? no, I am delivered from the worst fate one could endour by the longing and love , thepainted songs that crafted the y tube into a master peice of rise above, of love till you have no more, we did not teach this to anyone, you, they taught themselves. with the I will never do that again he is such a duch bag, i could fuck her better than that, bet money i'll get her into bed, and yes many , more than you probably know played these weird games and we could not understand. these were the ones who attempted tpo derail the guilty love you grew to understand of my wife as a sister and friend, you were proud of her accomplishments and want to correct her when she was about to embarras herself, and hold her when life or her husband was not much of a lendinghand. many learned not from the means, but the loves and stumbling chance we dared a danec and we have dance with the devil in the pale moon light, and we have his tail cut stitched and lovingly tucked away to prove , we did , did learn to be better, , love more honestly than ever, those years we came along way, and so did you.  how can i explain the shine one has when a feeling of "i'ts okay" comes through a broken brain? how can one explain the warmth one feels when you have no warmth left to say, i love you , even though you suck and never let me talk, know it all, ,, the shhh, you know better, we expect more cause we see you both do these things of honest love like never before, so stop being a jerk and say it once more. how can one, explain, the life saving that happens amid the destruction of people seeming profiting at our demise in real life? the beauty in a train wreck does not have a catchy title. lol oh dear... this was not what i expected to do , later tonight i was going to write, well i guess it is that time. so, i will finish this i a few. i suppose it is over due. i do thank you, for caring so, when our world was being manipulated and our confusion would endlessly grow. i am thankful to many many of you, and it is the strangest damn story and i can not even see the whole picture yet, and care not to, not right now.. i had a promise to keep and i have kept it as i could, so, now i think i need to finish this thought in a few. i will post a link on my profile when i am through.  i am upset , yes, i am in awe, yes, i am confused, yes, i am raging vengeful , yes, i am human too, i am , and being is not really a trying thing, its the being someone else that is the trying , trying the heart and trying the soul but be you comes as it comes and in the fact of truth in the moment so sharp and crisp the hallucinogen ( took me forever to get that spelt right, but , hey, pc's can. lmao) strange accept of dream land can not be escaped when face with such overwhelming facts, one is left with being okay. and we are okay. and you all, and we can work through this, no matter who , what , or what anyone one say. few will find my feeling strong and immoveable, and vast number will have my undieing love and by now you probably know me better than i do. lol see you in a few. Ricci Dale Scott / Badger Crow Moon.