One-Liner Wednesday. Indeed.

Part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

Ronovan Writes Sijo Wednesday Poetry Challenge #23. Use ADVICE as your inspiration this week.

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I have listened dutifully to your advice.
I’ve been the waxing moon to your glowing sun, you’ve stolen my energy and fun .
Stop now is my advice step away I have had enough.

Part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Sijo Challenge.

Lune Day 16

At Kat Myrman‘s suggestion,along with Jane Dougherty, I’m trying out the Lune form this month. The Lune is a three line poem, either 5/3/5 syllables or 3/5/3 words.

Don’t do as I do

Cower down

I own you, that’s true.

Vampire Sadness : A Nonet

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He was  her constant companion

Draining  her life’s blood more each day

Friends, family  pushed  slowly  away

Lost was she from the  first

Crook of his finger

She became his

Instantly

No more

Free

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Controlled

Locked  in, no escape, I can hardly  breath  the hold is  so  tight

Which  is  worse, hard  to  tell,  the  stifling days  or  sleepless  nights.

Every move I  make  is blocked, walls built  so high  I cannot  scale.

I try  to  brake  the  chains   but  they  are  too strong  I  fail.

Trapped

No Escape

The  sun  still shines  but  there  is  no  heat

Choking  on  the  smell of  defeat.

I hoped I’d  escaped  your  claws

You’re  crouched on all fours

Approaching   spitting

Fire and Brimstone.

Ear splitting

Moan, Love

Flown!

 

 

FanFoFeb : Monster under the bed.

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Sitting under the bed watching and  judging me

Why do I do this what is the point, is there a reason

My nails scratch my back till it bleeds, it’s for no one else to see

I scratch till I bleed, it helps me cope with what is wrong.

 

I am  worthless I am useless and  very  stupid.

Go on says the monster, scratch your back or your arms or even your legs

Do it now go on deeper watch the blood flow just make sure the scars are hid!

Rip your pain out, guts and gore, you are worth nothing. No more than the dregs!

 

I can no longer fight you monster under the bed.

You have worn me down I feel so worthless.

Yes  you have won, I am convinced you have entered my head!

I can no longer fight, no longer  repel, here I am ready  for your viscous  caress!

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Red

She could never out run the red fear  nor could she from it hide.
Closed eyes can  not protect her from the red that would attack her from any hidden side.

She strained to avoid the anger she always seemed to attract.
Failing sadly  by the way side falling foul to his anger and attack.

Ever trying to walk gently not to wake the wrath. Silently creeping around keeping her head down making sure she was off the graph

The red just comes it gives no warning.
No reason or rhyme no chance for reconciliation on the dawning. Covered ears are no protection daydreams a fleeting cushion with gentler memories ripe for resurrection.

Even sunshine was no protection was there any point to this deception.
Thoughts of change to say enough and just walk out.
No she is weak and maybe addicted…… She will stay, without a doubt

Bleeding heart

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Is it really all me, am I really the ignorant bitch, is that all you see. Will the never knowing which way you will react ever become easy. Will it relax my brow and my stomach un- impact. These deep cracks across my face caused by fear, your kindness could so easily relax and erase.

Ever present stress has become the norm I check what I say from dusk to dawn. Yet no matter how hard I try I mess things up, you shout, I cry. Why do I stay I am not sure I have asked myself this a thousand times or more.

I try to keep you happy I flatter and I calm. I do everything I can to keep you from harm. All the good I do gets blown away  by a simple word or an utterance, a stupid action or sentence thrown away.

Your words are harsh your words are cruel your actions can reduce me to jelly and make me look a fool. Your demands can spoil any day things must go your way, no grey for you no shades, you can gut me, disembowel me drag my faults out and them display.

What am I just a bleeding heart put on this world for you to tear apart. I am so tired so very tired I would leave escape if I were smart. But we both know we shall not part for you  have tight the strings of my heart. You knew that from the very start..