In those dark lanes,
You walked them through with me. Words of concern, No given chance to speak. In those dark hours, You held on and never let me go, Simple sentences, No given courage to say. Voiceless to cry out what is left in my heart, Sightless to any lanes on streets. Songs on the playlist for the missing heart, Music paying tributes to the dead. No words in my heart to express my heart. No words in my mind to express my thought. Shadows of played scenes are all that’s left, Is it enough to see me through the darkness until the end? ©Destiny92712
Images in black and white,
Transforming into colourless by time. An expired paid ticket burn the queue, We were blessed to refuse. Images turn from white to black, Locking themselves behind the hour hand. Witnessed by many before once upon a time even begins, In red or blue, that’s the only taste. Images run from black to white, Models run from white to black. Images can only be seen by the eyes of the beholder, Melting the mind to gently whisper, ‘I Miss You.’ ©Destiny92712
One and Only for Earth,
High or low tides It called to birth. A clock for those who Hunt at night, A spell for many to Rest after endless fights. It is up close tonight, Closer than any other nights. Dressed in clear white, I wondered to which ball She is attending tonight. Peace drawn to this sight, As we made our way For our dinner tonight. ©Destiny92712
Photo taken without bringing the moon closer.
Waking up to a cozy morning
It sure set my mood going I had my bath before coffee I wanted to enjoy the chill wind Those voices are still ringing However, I find them to be Less disturbing To practice discerning through them I began to sense Those buried feelings still exist I am still trying hard to believe To keep my heart beating I just hope I am not failing Dear Hope, please do not leave You know I simply want to Keep believing ©Destiny92712
PS: This is a reverse poem so remember to read it backwards too.
The truth from our soul,
Making calls from long ago. I heard mine more clearly a year ago, I know I need to believe what was told. An undying burning fuel, Kept mine safe. Locking itself away from vengences, To find hope when lights were away. Stones, rocks or pebbles, Of which is yours made? Hay, and even sticks, Pick any to re-create. I have not seen mine for awhile, I thought I have lost it for good. Yet, someone told me recently, I still have it and, It is my choice to start using it. ©Destiny92712
A pleasant surprise on Valentine’s Day. Beyond words of warmth felt from him, Out of the ordinary, he made my smile returned. Unusual way he used, to get me those roses, Questions in my head left me dumbfounded in that moment. Usage in words went a little wrong at first, Eyes met Through those number of roses. On a shaky track my heart beats, For the fact that I am actually scare. Rarely such butterflies feeling he gave me, One and only Valentine from the past Still sits vividly in my memories, Entrusting love to rekindle, Surely true love still exist for me, isn’t it? ©Destiny92712
Five Green, Five White, Four Purple, Three Pink. I went to check the meaning on each number and the total number of roses, as well as the colours. I went WOW!