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Diane K Dec 2018
Someone once told me "not to believe everything that I think"
I was cautioned never to leave unattended my drink.

Don't run with scissors or play with matches
All my spaces and cabinets have childproof latches.

Crossing the street I look not once but three or four
At night,  I slide the chain and triple lock my door.

I fear getting it wrong, getting hurt, being alone, getting old
I wish I was stronger, wiser, braver and bold.

Better to stay with the devil you know
then be out in the world all alone.

Life handed you lemons?  Make a drink.
Want something more?  It's a selfish thing to think.

So, I sit in my life watching it go by
and dream of what ifs.

Heavy sigh.
  Dec 2018 Diane K
TheStartOfMyEnds
Skinned alive
With her hands tied
She was left exposed
Pay attention to her eyes
You could see the ongoing war
Between her defiant mind
And her generous, foolish heart
You could hear the words left unsaid
Diane K Dec 2018
The heart's afire,
Voiceless it mutters.
The mind transcribes.
Consciousness
shudders.

Clouds are foreboding.
The eyes will leak.
The Soul in longing.
Unable to speak.

Words heard pointedly.
Memories are mocking.
The heart goes quiet.
It's tired of talking.

No ones listening.
At least not that one.
She arrives with the
moon.
And leaves with the
sun.
From the works of Jamison Brentwood Bell -I found much  too beautiful not to be shared.
  Dec 2018 Diane K
Jamison Bell
She paints her moments on her caramel skin
Those ones she knows won’t last
Sorting through things said
Reliving the storms, hoping they stir her again
Whether it be rage or loss
As long as she can feel it
So the stars look for her
And the moon has missed her soul
While she hides in her corner
Because she doesn’t trust the light
Diane K Dec 2018
You played me like a losing hand.
I was all in....
never realizing you had already left.

Jokers up your sleeve
Burn card revealed
You made your stand

I took the hit.
I lost.
  Dec 2018 Diane K
The uniVerse
Beauty lies bereft and bound
it cries for help but utters no sound
mascara kisses fade from your lips
etched by lovers worn fingertips
purple rings around sullen eyes
the broken skin it never lies
fists of thunder make not the man
nor the swift strike of back of hand
a thousand apologies can never repair
the displacement of a single hair
for she is not an object for you to own
she is a Queen that deserves a throne
and if she allows you to enter her chamber
it's also her decision if you should remain there.
her beauty is boundless
and cannot be tamed
all those who try
should be shamed

***** I have shared my poems on this website now since 2015 and this is my first daily, it has been a privilege and I appreciate all the lovely comments <3 *****

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