Her Confused Rhyme... (No. 99)

The wind blows, as usual they say,

She feels a difference, she feels pain,

The sun rises, each and every day,

Unlike the rest, she feels a weight.

The gloomy skies, began to cry,

Bathed in the tears, she was filled with joy,

The night sky, decorated with fairy lights,

Made her dream, of butterflies.

The skies, enjoyed her shouts of joy,

For no reason at all, each day the sky cried,

To bring down joy, to a heart that's mild,

But instead, she cried, cause her tears doesn't dry.

The sun took the turn, and chose to shine,

To dry her tears, to inquire why,

Instead of the sorrow, in her eyes was a light,

Brighter than the rays, of the sun that rise.

The fairy lights, of the night sky,

Accompanied her, each and every night,

Instead of dreaming, of butterflies,

She feared the night, where demons hide.

Once again, the winds blew,

Instead of pain, an arch she drew,

With her lips pointing, to the skies,

It was not fake, but a genuine smile.

Going through, the pages of her life,

To figure out, the confusing signs,

To help her out, to make her shine,

I took down notes, to use as advice.

But my Dear, confused sky,

I saw her confusion, through her smile,

Through all the confusing, tears she cries,

She too, is confused, just as you and I,

Your sincerely, her confused rhyme,

Number ninety-nine.

-Debra R. N. Ludwick-

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Oh, Sweet Maiden!

A burning flame, Glaring at, the steaming lane, The land of all, massacred slaves, Ripped by love, the origin of fate. Oh, that land, the rose crammed bed, Jammed with laughs, and smiles unshed, Pure as the heart, of an infant at rest, Led by the God, of foul prospects. The enchanter, of the dark, To the illusion, of a delicate arch, With the maiden, of sweetness at heart, Stepped in to, a mirrored witchcraft. Swinging and swaying, the ballerina passionate, Sliding and leaping, the pianist considerate, Stumbling and collapsing, the maiden naïve and laid, Weeping and hollering, through the crack sorcery reigns. Maiden, sweet maiden, dumbstruck, betrayed, Threw fits at the mirrors, of the enchanted cave, Left at the wilderness, to wither and break, Oh, sweet maiden, Queen Insane. -Nataliya Ludwick- @thepoeticvoyage

Your Only Choice...

Looking at the clock, Trying hard to stop, The time that runs, With more to be done. Staring at the setting sun, The wind conveys, the night has begun, Fakely accepting, the praises that surrounds, With regrets about, the things undone. The curious eyes, started her chase, Girls with grins, running out of the gates, Guys crawled in, with their long face, Another hopped to shop, with the money he made. The doves flew towards their cage, Owls flew out, with their scary gaze, They all switched shifts, each and every day, For nature's company, isn't that great? When things take place, in unexpected ways, Good things take time, is what they say, Sorrow and joy, may join the same day, Life needs the company of patience, is what I say, In this life things may delay, But your only choice is to stay. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-

The Narrowing Stream...

When it was time, to be in my mother's reach, I would have welcomed the world, with my baby scream, With my mom and dad, I made my safety team, Oh how I longed, to complete all my vaccines, By that time, I've come all the way to my teens. From then to now, I longed to see, Myself on, the highest mountain peaks, My fears ranged, covering my path with steam, This mind haunted the nights, stealing my sleep, Forever I'm stuck, with these daily routines. How on Earth are these things worth it? To trade my joy, to trade my sleep, I scare my heart, in my mind I scream, When it comes to my life, I feel like a machine, Even they do stop, at their highest degrees. I long and long, forever in life's streets, With one in hand, to the next I reach, This is how the world goes, not only for me, This life on Earth is a narrowing stream, And this stream, seems to be based, on our dreams. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-

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