It's Me Again, Dear Mr. Darcy...

Do not doubt it, I am a Swiftie,

I know the importance, of the number thirteen,

I wish I could throw it, to the deep sea,

Cause it's lucky for her, but not for me,

She's gifted, and thirteen, she doesn’t need.

Passing by that day, increasing my speed,

I heard that voice, for the first time, clearly,

It was her birthday, I did feel happy,

But a month later, they drowned me, in water,

That did not, at least, reach my knees.

Stepping in that day, obeying the command,

Closer to the stars, but farther from the land,

It was packed and crowded, like it never had,

I felt the need, of a helping hand,

A caring heart, only to understand.

Things went worse, on my return,

A lonely house, instead of my home,

The silent cry, from a heart that burn,

Thunder struck our minds, going from bad to worse,

The loudest noise, I've ever heard.

In the rush, falls a tear, for the camels gone rotten,

With troubles of their own, the world has forgotten,

There's smoke, in Melbourne, that continues to haunt,

A soldier might not see, his baby's first walk,

And your kingdom, continues to expand in my heart,

Up to date, Dear Mr. Darcy.

Oh yes, it's me again, Debbie.

-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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