tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57356274271403323302024-02-18T17:34:03.962-08:00Laura Lynn ~enter into my worldLaura Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063154517087393398noreply@blogger.comBlogger178125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735627427140332330.post-42057076323704790412016-10-11T11:01:00.001-07:002016-10-11T11:01:16.746-07:00A plate<div>plunged to</div><div>the floor</div><div>shattering into</div><div>pieces from</div><div>the impact</div><div>shinning across</div><div>the tile</div><div>and my</div><div>bare feet</div><div>I sighed</div><div>deeply at</div><div>the sight</div><div>saying "please</div><div>you didn't</div><div>need to</div><div>jump just</div><div>to prove</div><div>a point",</div><div>grabbing the</div><div>broom I</div><div>began again</div><div>"What am</div><div>I supposed</div><div>to do?</div><div>I can't</div><div>put you</div><div>back together.</div><div>You wouldn't</div><div>be the same.</div><div>The glue</div><div>couldn't hold"</div><div>I swept</div><div>each piece</div><div>into my</div><div>hand the</div><div>rough sides</div><div>making little</div><div>cuts in</div><div>it's last</div><div>attempt to</div><div>explain the</div><div>tears of</div><div>goodbye in</div><div>broken pieces</div><div>of red</div><div>across my</div><div>skin and</div><div>I began</div><div>again "I</div><div>hate to</div><div>see you</div><div>go. I </div><div>really liked</div><div>you. Goodbye</div><div>sweet plate".</div>Laura Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063154517087393398noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735627427140332330.post-45569007637500811092015-11-16T00:13:00.001-08:002015-11-16T00:13:39.829-08:00I seeEach breath<div>moves in sync</div><div>with every</div><div>heart beat</div><div>skin moisten</div><div>touch tingling</div><div>in the wind</div><div>as I run</div><div>needing to</div><div>get to</div><div>the end</div><div>reaching out</div><div>as I'm blind</div><div>coming to</div><div>the clearing</div><div>my eyes</div><div>finally opening</div><div>and for</div><div>once I see. </div><div>©LauraLynnPoetry 2015</div>Laura Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063154517087393398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735627427140332330.post-9708493371239884732015-11-16T00:09:00.001-08:002015-11-16T00:09:31.735-08:00MoveStep<div>I whisper</div><div>and I</div><div>run</div><div>for the</div><div>earth</div><div>has started</div><div>to spin</div><div>and I</div><div>must get</div><div>out</div><div>I must</div><div>get out</div>Laura Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063154517087393398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735627427140332330.post-73303806828790566112014-05-29T19:00:00.001-07:002014-05-29T19:00:01.203-07:00A goodnight to the DayThe sun<div>has quickly</div><div>descended into</div><div>the night</div><div>that has</div><div>awakened as</div><div>I slowly close </div><div>my back door</div><div>signing a </div><div>goodnight to</div><div>the struggle </div><div>of the day</div><div>when I hear</div><div>the thunder </div><div>echo in</div><div>the distance</div><div>wondering if</div><div>there will be</div><div>a storm</div><div>on this </div><div>quite night</div><div>for I feel</div><div>I need</div><div>a storm</div><div>and as </div><div>I think</div><div>I see the</div><div>glow of</div><div>lighting from</div><div>the shaded</div><div>window just</div><div>as the rain</div><div>drops hit</div><div>the pane </div><div>with breath</div><div>of sigh</div><div>the storm</div><div>has arrived. </div>Laura Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063154517087393398noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735627427140332330.post-54960534225380119852014-05-11T21:23:00.000-07:002014-05-11T21:23:57.280-07:00Night airThe night<br />
is warm<br />
humid,<br />
hot air<br />
bathing<br />
against my face<br />
the sweat rolling<br />
down my back<br />
as the first<br />
rain drop<br />
hits the earth<br />
splattering on<br />
my flesh,<br />
the soft<br />
wind cooly<br />
lifts the<br />
hair off the<br />
back of my neck<br />
closing my eyes<br />
to its sweet relief. Laura Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063154517087393398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735627427140332330.post-52883902950030463802014-04-14T03:49:00.001-07:002014-04-14T03:49:38.469-07:007:50Hello 7:50<div>today I am not well,</div><div>for I know what you mean</div><div>as I drive this morn</div><div>to a place </div><div>I can no longer stand,</div><div>sensing a horror </div><div>creeping inside</div><div>a shaking </div><div>becoming uncontrollable </div><div>tearing this hole </div><div>in my stomach</div><div>nausea setting in,</div><div>I wonder why </div><div>I am still here </div><div>for I shouldn't </div><div>hate 7:50. </div>Laura Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063154517087393398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735627427140332330.post-51268643869806013552014-03-13T04:33:00.001-07:002014-03-13T04:33:52.319-07:00AnticipationAnticipation<div>as I grip</div><div>the coffee mug</div><div>listening to</div><div>the slow drip</div><div>of liquid hitting</div><div>the glass pot</div><div>inhaling the aroma</div><div>awaiting the taste</div><div>of the hot</div><div>flowing coffee</div><div>on my tongue. </div>Laura Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063154517087393398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735627427140332330.post-5653532229853171472014-03-11T20:29:00.001-07:002014-03-11T20:29:37.526-07:00Black and WhiteThe temperature <div>continues to drop</div><div>a chill rising</div><div>as I sit</div><div>here writing</div><div>smelling bread baking,</div><div>calming me</div><div>as Joan Crawford </div><div>sings on the television,</div><div>I watch her dance</div><div>twirling in song</div><div>with my colors</div><div>painting the page, </div><div>I wonder </div><div>if only we</div><div>could go back</div><div>to black and white. </div><div><br></div>Laura Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063154517087393398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735627427140332330.post-33909104796261177312014-02-25T19:28:00.000-08:002014-02-25T19:28:10.050-08:00Exhaustion<div>
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There comes a time<br />when the mind<br />is completely exhausted,</div>
life bleeding out<br />to the point<br />where writing to ease</div>
ceases to exist;</div>
the mind succumbing</div>
to the nothing<br />it was forced into,</div>
slithering away<br />into a chaos</div>
it can not comprehend<br />for it is too exhausted</div>
to even acknowledge life.<br />
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posted for #dVersePoets #Openlinknight Laura Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063154517087393398noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735627427140332330.post-66007370413427749332014-02-18T19:58:00.002-08:002014-02-18T20:19:50.152-08:00Blazing SunGive me the strength<br />
of a blazing sun,<br />
give me the light<br />
of a full white moon,<br />
guiding me without sight<br />
so that my feet<br />
my continue to run,<br />
through the wilds<br />
answering the beckoning call<br />
that will carry<br />
through the night<br />
into the dawn<br />
of the first morning light,<br />
where the fears<br />
have faded into the dark<br />
with drying tears<br />
that hold the worlds apart<br />
while reaching for the sun<br />
becoming completely undone<br />
so my feet can again run. <br />
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#OpenLinkNight #dVerse #dVersePoetsLaura Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063154517087393398noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735627427140332330.post-40212899878627135742014-02-12T19:28:00.001-08:002014-02-12T19:28:58.179-08:00Domino (Revised)I was never satisfied with the original Domino. It was lacking the emotion and words needed to be complete. I feel that this version speaks the true vertigo of this game Domino <br />
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She fades<br />
into a sigh,<br />
the past<br />
a haunting task<br />
a future drowning<br />
into emotions spinning,<br />
a world a blur<br />
turning upside down<br />
in a moment of vertigo;<br />
nausea growing<br />
in this game<br />
of domino,<br />
The pieces<br />
standing tall<br />
waiting for her to fall<br />
collapsing in defeat,<br />
her end to meet<br />
shattering in dreams<br />
that undress the night<br />
turning into balls of light<br />
as the sun rises<br />
with a golden crown<br />
emotions spinning<br />
off the growd<br />
letting go<br />
into a spiral<br />
of vertigo,<br />
she antiscipates<br />
the next move<br />
asking if he will wait<br />
or go<br />
always in this game<br />
of domino,<br />
the pieces standing<br />
so erect<br />
waiting for him<br />
to select<br />
with a lingering question<br />
continuing to ask<br />
in this tedious game <br />
of hidden mask,<br />
will he wait<br />
into the dawn of tomorrow<br />
or the night of yesterday<br />
will he move<br />
for the pieces to fall<br />
letting go<br />
in this game of domino. Laura Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063154517087393398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735627427140332330.post-77942240995968111402014-02-10T21:14:00.001-08:002014-02-10T21:14:36.733-08:00Hot ColdEyes close<div>as light flashes</div><div>hot; cold</div><div>hot; cold</div><div>emotions running,</div><div>constantly over taking </div><div>the rhyme </div><div>the reason</div><div>of believing,</div><div>consuming <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">the day </span></div><div>of an endless dream</div><div>soaking in <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">sweat;</span></div><div>hot; cold</div><div>hot; cold</div><div>the night bleeds</div><div>into tears</div><div>nearing the void.</div><div>fearful of demise</div><div>the eyes</div><div>must open</div><div>as night embarks</div><div>through visions told</div><div>to cease </div><div>the emotions </div><div>of insanity. </div>Laura Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063154517087393398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735627427140332330.post-18837731797701430262014-02-10T20:14:00.001-08:002014-02-10T20:14:47.860-08:00Skin to Bone (revised)Skin to bone<div>peeling back </div><div>the unknown,</div><div>frail fragments</div><div>falling into black</div><div>dissolving into dust</div><div>for a life </div><div>that must.</div><div>peel the burn away</div><div>of the diseased rash,</div><div>shredding the decay</div><div>of blacken ash,</div><div>to renew within</div><div>the newborn skin. </div>Laura Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063154517087393398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735627427140332330.post-60298493455147961902014-02-06T04:41:00.001-08:002014-02-06T04:41:04.171-08:00To BeMy thoughts<div>of you can</div><div>no longer be,</div><div>for we have fallen</div><div>our emotions </div><div>running cold.</div><div>Your presence is</div><div>no longer a need</div><div>nor to hear</div><div>your knock at </div><div>my door, </div><div>for my body </div><div>has grown too sore</div><div>my mind to numb</div><div>to see you again.</div><div><br></div><div>I need you </div><div>to disappear</div><div>for me to never</div><div>again see your face</div><div>nor hear your voice,</div><div>for as my reality rises</div><div>I know we were</div><div>never meant </div><div>to be. </div><div><br></div>Laura Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063154517087393398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735627427140332330.post-90557856979732328432014-01-05T21:07:00.001-08:002014-01-05T21:07:15.810-08:00Bending The WorldThe wind <div>angrily beats</div><div>in the night</div><div>rattling my windows,</div><div>the frames </div><div>beating as though </div><div>they will break</div><div>but they don't,</div><div>they only respond </div><div>to the thrashing </div><div>of the wind</div><div>that is angry </div><div>with the world,</div><div>so it beats </div><div>against the world </div><div>bending it under</div><div>it's rage. </div>Laura Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063154517087393398noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735627427140332330.post-8592816544471570162013-11-19T20:56:00.002-08:002014-02-10T20:11:31.060-08:00Skin to Bone<div>
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Skin to bone</div>
peeling back</div>
the unknown,<br>frail fragments<br>falling into black</div>
dissolving into dust</div>
for a life <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">must</span></div>
peel the burn away</div>
shredding the decay<div>of life never living. <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> </span></div><div><div><br><br>
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I am not satisfied with this poem and I am sure that will be either be added to or completely re-written. Let me know your thoughts </div></div>Laura Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063154517087393398noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735627427140332330.post-3406893510118554922013-11-14T20:21:00.002-08:002014-02-10T19:32:21.608-08:00The Beast
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<div>Earth moves<br>under feet</div>tumbling; spiraling</div><div>to seek</div>
the mystery<br>of the evening,<br>a secret<br>continuing to bleed </div><div>but <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">never spoken</span></div>only to be found<br>under the belly</div>
of the beast;</div>
guarded between</div>eyes and teeth</div><div>claws tearing flesh<br>only to forget</div>
oh so easily</div><div>the girl,</div><div>creeping closer</div><div>in the dark</div><div>gutting the Beast</div><div>as it sleeps.</div><br>Laura Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063154517087393398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735627427140332330.post-90653973940241039482013-11-12T17:18:00.000-08:002013-11-12T17:18:14.252-08:00Domino<div>
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She fades<br />into the sigh</div>
the past </div>
is haunting<br />the future drowning<br />emotions running</div>
all spinning</div>
into a moment<br />of vertigo,</div>
will he wait <br />for her <br />in this game<br />of Domino</div>
pieces standing<br />waiting for her fall<br />to collapse</div>
shattering her<br />in dreams</div>
that undress</div>
in the night</div>
turning into</div>
balls of light</div>
as the sun rises<br />like a golden god,</div>
emotions running<br />letting go<br />into a spiral vertigo,</div>
will he wait<br />for her <br />in this game<br />of Domino<br />pieces standing</div>
waiting for her fall</div>
will he wait</div>
for her<br />after the sorrow<br />into the dawn<br />of tomorrow<br />after the woe</div>
of this game<br />of domino<br />will he wait<br />
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#Dversepoets Laura Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063154517087393398noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735627427140332330.post-76377792341343287642013-10-25T21:56:00.000-07:002013-10-25T21:56:33.832-07:00Ashes are RisingAshes are rising<br />
burning bright in the fires<br />
blazing in the night.<br />
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#30daysofhaikuLaura Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063154517087393398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735627427140332330.post-81449160752944659682013-10-24T19:58:00.000-07:002013-10-24T19:58:14.710-07:00Heat of the CandleHeat of the candle<br />
warms the chill from my bones to<br />
let me rest tonight.<br />
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#30daysofhaikuLaura Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063154517087393398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735627427140332330.post-33963324121393263962013-10-24T19:25:00.001-07:002013-10-24T19:25:23.452-07:00You Must GoI stand<br />
at the center<br />
of the earth<br />
knowing that I must<br />
be stuck in your curse<br />
for I can't see<br />
what has disappeared<br />
or what will reappear<br />
nor can my thoughts<br />
of you become clear<br />
but I can conclude<br />
that I know<br />
you must go. Laura Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063154517087393398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735627427140332330.post-23683132859935517992013-10-21T20:30:00.002-07:002013-10-21T20:30:50.981-07:00The Other Side<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hand on the<br />
cold glass<br />
I can see<br />
myself on<br />
the other side<br />
lauging,<br />
smiling,<br />
living,<br />
while I cry<br />
on the other side<br />
desperately needing<br />
the other side<br />
but the glass<br />
does not bend<br />
nor break<br />
against my repeated<br />
beats,<br />
kicks,<br />
screams,<br />
as I continue<br />
to watch<br />
myself on<br />
the other side<br />
laughing,<br />
always laughing,<br />
always happy,<br />
while I fall<br />
on the other side<br />
crying against the glass<br />
that will never bend<br />
nor break<br />
but always<br />
stand between me<br />
tormenting the screams<br />
as I beat<br />
the glass<br />
holding me<br />
between two worlds<br />
cold against<br />
my plams<br />
as I desperately<br />
try to get<br />
to the other side.<br />
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#28daysofwriting poem 4 <br />
The picture is from a shared site. Laura Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063154517087393398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735627427140332330.post-68045571069402211162013-10-21T20:16:00.001-07:002013-10-21T20:32:48.782-07:00We Can NotWe can not<br />
give it up<br />
no matter<br />
how much<br />
we falter<br />
we can not<br />
give it up<br />
for it will<br />
again breathe<br />
as we will<br />
again inhale.<br />
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#28daysofwriting day 28 poem 3Laura Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063154517087393398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735627427140332330.post-82444434387820987662013-10-21T20:02:00.000-07:002013-10-21T20:02:11.249-07:00It Can Not BeIt can not be<br />
what I want<br />
it to be<br />
nor will it<br />
ever be free<br />
to take form<br />
on it's own<br />
being able<br />
to see<br />
to again roam<br />
into a being<br />
of complete sanity.<br />
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#28daysofwriting day 28 poem 2Laura Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063154517087393398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735627427140332330.post-35118187850563588582013-10-21T19:58:00.000-07:002013-10-21T19:58:37.254-07:00Waiting for WarmthI have again<br />
found my moon<br />
in the cold<br />
waiting for<br />
the warmth<br />
that is you.<br />
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#28daysofwriting day 28 poem 1Laura Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02063154517087393398noreply@blogger.com0