#charades
Hands
Eyes
Feet
God
Charade
Pink
King
Dress
Blessed
Make up
Pastels
Ponies
Hearts
Carts
Darts
Future
Born
Torn
Plain
Wrapped
Trapped
Ice
Wings
Strings
Scissors
"Fallen angel"
Silhouette
Marionette
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 9:44 PM UTC
These ghosts, the come to me nightly
And wake me with what they say
Of their lives and last charades
Spoiled moments at their end of days
My whiskey dreams are so lovely,
Keeping them away
Until the half light of the break of day
Keeping them in the dark, half seen, at bay.
My decisions may haunt me,
Like these ghosts I once betrayed,
Like these dreams see in night after day
I surrender, I give up; parlé
Because you don’t know what it’s like
To be haunted by you
To be haunted in the night
By love.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC
A heart plays charades
with a
m
i
n
d
Guessing the possible out comes
of that moment where glances
collapse on floor of another's.
Sm
ile broken in two,
not fully gathering the
words
that were played between
A heart and mind.
A breath is inhaled slowly so
not to look like a puffer fish.
And then words, syllables entwined
breath out slowly...
"Hi how are you,
Then a smile by both ensue,
the charades of the
heart
&
mind
get it right on this occasion
and both are pleasantly relieved.
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 10:34 AM UTC
Leave me alone in the night
So I may face my demons
Weak and crying.
Come back in the bright morning
When my mask is in place.
And my smile radiates more than the sun.
For if you see me at my lowest
You won’t believe my charade anymore.
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 7:52 AM UTC