Day 259: Impact

Those memories that haunt us

So often stem from one event

The kind we try to minimise

Yet it lingers through ghostly thoughts

Through the glimpses of a future lost

Through what could have been

It changes us with the unescapable past.

Thank you for reading.

Day 257: Sonnet 18

By William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

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Day 255: Timer

So I’ve set a timer for 5 minutes and I’m just writing whatever comes to mind.

The thoughts which usually run wild

Seemed to have stopped and disappeared

Where is my witty inner monologue

The voice that never seems to shut up

Especially when I’m trying to sleep

Where has she gone?

The one constantly giving me advice

Good one too, that I always listen to

The one that always reassures me

Always showing me things I’d rather hide from

Where has she gone? She never left

She still here guiding my fingers as they write

Helping me to find the words

Helping me to write this in 2mins 12 seconds.

Thank you for reading.

Day 252: Alliteration

Absolutely accepting an abandonment

Bringing back bitter beginnings

Captured carefully, conspired calculations

Determined douchebag, dangerously

Effective, eliminated easily each

Fear, feeling freedom from failure,

Gaining generosity, gracefully granting

Her happiness, harvesting her hardwork,

Imaginations in idealism identifying

Joy, justice, judgement, joining

Kisses, kindness, kingdom

Love, longing, leaving learning

Mindfulness, marriages’ memory

Naked and naive, needfully negligent.

Thank you for reading.

Day 249: Poem of the Day

BY Lord Alfred Tennyson
Late, late, so late! and dark the night and chill!
Late, late, so late! but we can enter still.
Too late, too late! ye cannot enter now.
No light had we: for that we do repent;
And learning this, the bridegroom will relent.
Too late, too late! ye cannot enter now.
No light: so late! and dark and chill the night!
O, let us in, that we may find the light!
Too late, too late: ye cannot enter now.
Have we not heard the bridegroom is so sweet?
O, let us in, tho’ late, to kiss his feet!
No, no, too late! ye cannot enter now.”

Thank you for reading.

Day 248: What are you Hiding?

What are you hiding my sweet child?

What’s behind the wall you’ve built?

Why have you dressed in suited armour?

What happened to the laughter and smiles?

Why do you carry the bottle around?

Afraid to grow up and be a man?

What hurt and pain weight you down?

Why are you afraid to let it go?

What happened to our midnight walks?

With conversations and warm embraces?

Why do you hide behind the facade?

Why can you no longer be yourself?

What are you hiding my sweet child?

Thank you for reading.

Day 245: Unspoken

The secret glances and heavy sighs

The nerves that can’t be overcome

The conversations missed out on

The silent meals eaten apart

The stolen touches freely given

The longing heart for unspoken words

Thank you for reading.

Day 241: A Man May Make a Remark

By Emily Dickinson

A Man may make a Remark –

In itself – a quiet thing

That may furnish the fuse into a spark

In dormant nature – lain –

Let us divide – with skill –

Let us discourse – with care –

Powder exists in Charcoal –

Before it exists in Fire –

Thank you for reading.

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