One single night

She sings sad songs

every single night

I can hear her through the walls

every single night

if walls could talk

every single night

they wouldn’t talk at all

every single night

they’d merely listen

every single night

she bears her soul

every single night

each note yearns to come out

every single night

She sings sad songs

Every single night

Until she doesn’t

One single night

The Next Phase

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Hello to my ever-changing fallen angels! I assumed this Summer would be quite bland for me, but time has proven that the contrary became true. I finally received my driver’s license after a whole year of practicing and after three failed attempts on the road test. In addition, I got a new job for the first time in over a year. Now I’m trying to save up for a car. I have a new and improved significant other. And I’m trying to move into a better apartment. Everything seems to be going well for me lately. Sorry that it has been almost a week since I last posted on here. The One-Eyed Angel has been very busy (and I hate to admit it, but I’m also currently suffering from writer’s block.) Please be patient. I love you all! I am nothing without my fallen angels! Have a wonderful day! Over and out.

I Love The Way

hello to my lovely fallen angels! This reminds me of a time I wrote a love letter to my ex back when we were together. I didn’t tell him what it was, but I told him to read it. I folded it so many times that the creases took him a bit more time to read the words. He gave me an endearing look when he realized the true purpose of it. It was a beautiful moment and zachsmith98’s poem reminded me of it. Enjoy! (And make sure to check out some of the other wonderful content in their blog!)

Inner Thoughts of An Extrovert

I love the way the pen glides across paper
as I scrawl my deepest thoughts
across a crumpled notebook page.

I love the way you smile
and giggle when you smooth out the paper,
reading it over slowly in your head.

I love the way your brow creases
as you process
every simple syllable.

I love the way that your lips
seductively trace each word on the page,
revelling in every messily scribbled line.

I love the way you look at me,
and finally realize that all this time–
I’ve been writing about you.

-ZCS

**Image: “Love Winter” via Deviantart Kara Z. Kerstena

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Wild And Wicked

Hello to my wild and wicked fallen angels! I have been following thesarahdoughty for quite a while now. She is a brilliant and strong writer! I highly recommend that you check out this post from her as well as any other content from her blog. Please read it! I hope you enjoy “Wild and Wicked” by thesarahdoughty! 🙂

Sarah Doughty

It was the wickedness of your soul
that drew me to you. That wild glimmer
in your eyes, held me captive. Every breath
was a gentle whispering, like a hummingbird
in flight. Together, we conquered. Together,
we prevailed. Together, time was our enemy.
At last, together, we lost it all.

© Sarah Doughty

For the #MayBookPrompts – And Then There Were None

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The War on Grindr Hill

Being a whore is like fighting in a war,
You have to convince yourself that man is nothing but an object.
I always hope that he will burst into life and sweep me off my feet
Yet I anticipate that he never will.
He’s like me;
He’s dead inside.
Shooting him with my loaded gun would be redundant.
I wish there was a blue fairy to animate him,
But if wishes were horses,
We’d all ride.
Thoughts of “no expectations” never reach the surface
For the battlefield is too violent.
I’ll never be the same again.
It changes me forever.
No going back.
My looks aren’t everything.
I may be handsome,
But I’m not Helen of Troy.
So I must retreat into the catacombs upon my noble steed,
Or at least try.
This war will only result in bloodshed.
I have faith that peace is on the other side of every warrior’s descent.
The good is never easy,
The easy never good.

Feel free to check my latest book, a book of poetry called Trials and Tribulations! http://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B018ZR0IVA/ref=mp_s_a_1_1?qid=1460319936&sr=8-1&pi=AC_SX236_SY340_QL65&keywords=trials+and+tribulations+sufian

A Surreal Memory I Sometimes Wish Would Just Go Away

I would try to rekindle a relationship with an old flame. He broke my heart several times before but I kept giving him chances I later realized he didn’t deserve. Being held in his arms was familiar and comfortable yet I knew it wouldn’t last at that point. The only times he smiled was when I was losing my mind. The confusion, the need for his validation, and this ongoing obsession made me resort to sleeping with random men when he wasn’t there. Anything to try to replicate the original high only he could fully satisfy. I would zone out to the times those arms wanted nothing to do with me, and I was completely aware that a simple statement could make the beautiful illusion collapse once more.

It’s been almost two years, but the psychological abuse still affects me to this day. I don’t know anyone else in my life who was also a victim of a Narcissist. This feeling of loneliness persists like a chronic addiction. This depression is like withdrawal from a drug I sometimes would rather just get in the habit of doing again. Yet the drug itself wants nothing to do with me anymore. It never reciprocated my love for it. The Narcissistic supply he needed from me is depleted. He is my special brand of narcotics I can’t find anywhere else while I am just another generic drug he probably already replaced by now.

* This link convinced me that it was best to stay away.

Feel free to check my latest book, a book of poetry called Trials and Tribulations! http://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B018ZR0IVA/ref=mp_s_a_1_1?qid=1460319936&sr=8-1&pi=AC_SX236_SY340_QL65&keywords=trials+and+tribulations+sufian

Salvation X

Salvation I     Salvation II     Salvation III     Salvation IV     Salvation V      Salvation VI          Salvation VII     Salvation VIII     Salvation IX

The moment I said I was a pessimist,
I knew it was a lie.
Once I realized everyone has vulnerabilities and weaknesses too,
I decided to hell with it.
I’m sick of hiding in the shadows.
For what?
I don’t feel I have anything to lose.
I don’t care what people think.
The world doesn’t owe me anything.
I’m free from fear and society’s standards for what is considered tolerable or deviant.
The time eventually arrived
When all that was left to do was to roll the dice
Rather than remain confined in my psyche’s aegis captivity,
For it had been more scrutinizing
Than the gamble it took to soar.
I relish in the boffo of freedom!

Feel free to check my latest book, a book of poetry called Trials and Tribulations! http://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B018ZR0IVA/ref=mp_s_a_1_1?qid=1460319936&sr=8-1&pi=AC_SX236_SY340_QL65&keywords=trials+and+tribulations+sufian

Urgent Wanting

I am merely a social whore
Belonging to everyone and no one
Expecting so much more
Even after it’s all said and done

I love and destroy everything I know
Fear locks me in behind the door
I peer through sorrow’s hold out the keyhole
And into an Elysium I never felt before

Feel free to check my latest book, a book of poetry called Trials and Tribulations! http://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B018ZR0IVA/ref=mp_s_a_1_1?qid=1460319936&sr=8-1&pi=AC_SX236_SY340_QL65&keywords=trials+and+tribulations+sufian