From the glistening waves
to the boundless shore
Strings of love dwell
in the enchanted violin
From the untamed daisies
to the serene marigolds
Appetites of wicked flames
burn in a pink stratosphere
From the beaming sunrise
to the caress of your hand
Admiration is a blazing star
above Cupids’ Dream Drive
Shadows or darkness
become a lost road of lust
Only worship and devotion
entwine on this long concrete
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I wrote a love letter
from First Street
with a black
ballpoint pen
I wrote it from the
depths of my cursed
frightened heart
I wrote it from a
place that I did not
know existed
I can remember
clearly and
distinctively
First Street was
quite riveting
The love letter I
sent from First Street
created a magical
mind blowing moment
The first kiss
Strolling down
Bleeding Havoc Lane
Counting the
shattered porch lights
Awakened by the
mountains of trash
Recognizing the last
names on the mail boxes
Falling aluminum siding
Mesmerized by the
paint chips
Boarded up windows
Awkward silence
Desolate skeletons
in the mourning closets
Tortured furniture
is howling at midnight
Roots below the ground
remain pessimistic
Only whiskey pours
from the ancient faucets
Slowly I pull up to the
street sign
Eyeing up the tape covering
the name
Tearing it off like it’s a sore
underneath
Burnt Memories displayed
Exasperated point of view
Tearing and ripping me in half
Accepting my tired faults
Ruining what was too good to be true
Reality digging in my insides
Watching my mind crash
into a broken down train station
As the clock barely moves
I stare into the wrecking machine
Seeing a glimpse of my skewed
perception shine bright
in my dumb blank eyes
Realizing my mind needs to be
examined and reprogrammed
Refusing to stay on this damn street
Guzzling down courage
like a bottle of champagne
Staring at the sign
of gumption lane
Sucking on the icicles
of frozen truth
Ignoring the taste of
bitter rejection
Stuck in a vicious cycle
seeing the catatonic word
Toxicity lingers
on the door step of
Locust Manor
Hands in loose pockets
revealing the key
to enter a fifth dimension
Yellow submarine taxis growl
Chauffeurs flipping the bird
Traffic jams six miles long
under a melodramatic sky
Hearts flutter and change rattles
Scent of Pizza and hot dogs
fill up the obscure potent air
Surrounding big city talkfest
Delighted with lipstick flirts
Walking by high dollar men
Staring at petty indifferences
Nonchalantly cursing
Engrossed with constant image
Consumed with the red lights
Unable to cherish or embrace
seconds of life on Broadway
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Blaring hardcore
Metal music rumbling
Guzzling down a fifth
of Jim Beam at
the snakeskin wheel
with her licking her
saturated lips in the
passenger seat
Scorching engine
Curbside flames
Gateway to the
magnificent underworld
Drenched in the
madness and her
lustrous eyes
Salivating on the
speed lane to hell
as lightning crashes
Aching for the bombshell’s
fingers on my
trembling knee
to release the
infernos tension
She’s worth the
impact and ashes
Soaked in a frigid soliloquy
A bandage of icicles
around my fragment
and ruptured heart
Stuck in neutral in
Creeping Coldness Drive
like a drowning widow
Dangling a torch
above a mile away
from my frozen
barely pumping heart
Carrying winter chains
Gasping for air
Neon needles probing
to keep the remains alive
Please put the key
in the old ignition
and put it in drive
Between the dead air
and the white noise
Insomnia has filled the
room like a stench
Clinging to the anniversary
and illuminating memories
Refusing to let them
go from my palm and from
my pumping heart
that is secluded in
a storm above a small
wild island
Inside my daughters eyes
streams of sadness forever
stare into grey
Park Place is just a street
Home was always with him
Waking up alone
surviving each day
with a ray of hope
I’m beautiful
I have so much to offer
I know where my heart lives
I fell in love
with a broken soul
I fell in love
with her sunrise and sunset
I fell in love
with her wild animation
I fell in love
with her wick and poison
I fell in love
with her sharp blade
I fell in love
with her sensuous magic
I fell in love
with her burnt threshold
I fell in love
with her over the top style
I fell in love
with her distorted image
I fell in love
with her scrapes and bruises
I fell in love
with her brightness and mind
I fell in love
with her alluring voice
But her words destroyed me
and left me in emptiness
on Cabrillo Avenue
Should I care enough
to acknowledge your existence
Do I care enough
to reply back to your nonsense
Should I care enough
to slap that grin off your devious face
Do I care enough
to raise my palm toward an empty man
Should I care enough
to not leave you penniless
Do I care enough
to take you to court
Should I care enough
to walk away from you
Do I care enough
about myself to make a decision
Should I care enough
about myself to leave you
*Marie had asked me to use this title for a poem.
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Up in a turpentine sky
A cloudless mirage echoes
Brilliance glows
Mornings splash
Abundance of joy sparkles
Fires twinkle
Souls singing
Hope is renewed
Faith is guided
All from the rising of the sun
*Priya had chosen this title for the challenge.
Chasing a high-pitch shout
down an empty bottle
Retracing every convoluted
and mindless discussion
that was conjured up
Deciding not to dwell or
wallow in your demise
doesn’t change that I
can feel every chard of glass
down Broken Bottle Highway
You call yourself a lost soul
but parts of you just vanish
You claim to seek the answers
to the questions you already know
Along the path of stubbornness
Broken Bottle Highway
runs parallel to your demons
Browallia’s flourishing
in the blackish ridge
of the twinkling garden
Valiant orchids
blossom under a
bisque echoing sun
Spine tingling laughter
Inhaling sweet affection
Savoring a glass of Merlot
Exhilarating conversation
Meeting the love of my
life on Montmarte
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Black and white
photographs pluck
the tears from my eyes
Etched memories
never dissolve or fade
cherishing every kiss
Reminiscing the last
fifty years of preciousness
Embracing every second
Through the heights of
the golden mountains
and blackout valleys
Love never once
sat in the shade
In sadness and melancholy
I have to leave
Mulholland Drive tonight
I spent a lifetime
in this brick castle
with my beloved queen
May she rest In Peace
as my heart is in pieces
Unsettling analytics
Dispersed integers
Abrupt and chilling data
Between facts and information
Controlling emotions
Stepping on to Overthink drive
Distinct calculations
Business minds open
Fearful of making the “wrong”
and fateful decisions
Staring into Venn Diagrams
and Ghant charts
Sleeping beside project management
and waking up to “planning”
Spontaneity is two streets over
On this road it must be on a calendar
Crawling like a snail
Watching the hour glass
Staring at paint dry
on the curbside
Playing in the sandbox
Mesmerized by the fallen
rainbows and stardust
Absorbing every minute
Not one second is rushed
Pixels illuminate
Enhanced motions
Days inhaling weeks
Weeks serenading months
Smiling leaves dance
Rivers singing in harmony
Families at dinner tables
Time is a speck
Life is fully embraced
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Black and white
photographs pluck
the tears from my eyes
Etched memories
never dissolve or fade
cherishing every kiss
Reminiscing the last
fifty years of preciousness
Embracing every second
Through the heights of
the golden mountains
and blackout valleys
Love never once
sat in the shade
In sadness and melancholy
I have to leave
Mulholland Drive tonight
I spent a lifetime
in this brick castle
with my beloved queen
May she Rest In Peace
as my heart is in pieces
B had asked to me to use this title for poem. 😊
Hello followers,
I have another challenge. I would like my followers to create a street name and I will use it as a poem title. Please add road, street, lane, and or Boulevard to the end of title. Please have fun with it!
Your title will be in a book. This will be the theme for the book.
~Braeden
Storm of Ink 