A reminder

 

Be kind of heart.

The kind of heart

that gives the universe

A kick start.

At the first birdsong of day,

when the morning light

is dull and grey,

be the kind of heart

that sets the sun ablaze.

Burn today any bad thoughts,

let them become

dust blowing away.

 

Be sunlight, not a cloud,

be the happiness

to every miserable crowd.

Be the smile beaming loud,

not the grimace dragging down.

Wear your head held high.

Walk upright, don't slouch.

Take the day and make it yours.

Put it safely in your pouch,

then stay the course.

 

Go against your

instincts to shy away,

don't listen to the voices

biting your confidence today,

feasting on moments

that bring a smile.

where before,

you would have

turned and run

instead of facing the miles.

Where before you

would have sunk without a trace,

now you stare

the future in its face.

Saying not today,

I'm doing this my way.

 

A reminder. That failure

isn't permanent,

It's a stepping stone.

A slide to the side,

leading to a better path

somewhere down the riverside.

So, keep striding. Even when it feels

like your life is floating away

on some far away tide.

It's just realigning it's GPS

to find the next stone to guide.

So, keep going along this journey

and wear that smile

with pride.

 

 

 

Thanks for reading.

taken from the #escapril prompt

"A reminder"

 

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A stream in a drought

 

I bleed rose petals

from the scars

across my heart.

Whilst your

fledgling wings start

to show that you too

will soon depart.

This I know.

Good things come,

then they go.

It's the way

the hands

of the clock

seem to flow,

but until that day

I will give my blood.

Let it all flood out.

All my goodness. I'll give to you.

A stream in a drought.

Seemingly just passing through.

 

I whelp in pain

as thorny thoughts

scratch the tired brain,

my hoary voice

stretched to within

an inch of snapping.

Horny moments

left slowly sighing,

flapping as they fly away

into tomorrow whilst I'm 

lazily napping.

With no more words I can say,

nothing will make you stay.

 

And I bleed

my rose tinted

fragments over

the bedsheets of time.

I read line after line.

Trying to untie

my own straggled thoughts

that bind so tightly

that any blood has drained,

and those remains of thoughts 

are now just strained,

dulled into yesterday's faded refrains.

I struggle to find a thread

in the words that I’ve found,

to pull and untangle the mess

that surrounds my head.

 

And I cry autumn leaves,

as you open the doorway.

To take your first steps

into that new fresh breeze.

I've wept. So many tears

that now the floor is a swamp.

For so many years I lived in a slump,

but now I'm finding a new path,

lined with different tree stumps.

A path that will lead to love.

A path with a sign that reads

self-love is the first step.

Keep climbing please.

 

 

 

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First date

 

I don't mean

to stare,

but...

Well, how do I say this

delicately?

It's kinda odd

the way you are

suspended in air,

especially with nothing holding you there.

The way you growl in that voice,

Latin of course. Would love to hear it

with some shredding guitars

or spitting out a chorus

that would melt the walls.

so gravelly. It's gravely making me

wish to claw my eyeballs out.

And the language. Shocking.

Such depravity.

Not that I'm complaining,

but on a first date?

Ever heard of waiting?

 

It's very...

Unique,

the way your head

rotates 360 degrees.

It would come in handy

walking down a dark alleyway

and you want to keep

an eye open for vicious predators

ready to make you their prey.

But at a restaurant dinner date.

It's a bit off putting,

and as an aside

the pea soup vomit

is definitely a step too much.

I think I saw 10 people

throwing up their lunch.

 

I have to say I've had more

traditional first dates.

Ones that don't end up with me

needing to know

the Latin translation

for cheerio,

but it was a fun time,

I've never been on a date

with a ghost before

and I hope you don't mind

that I left before sunrise,

but it really burns my skin.

You see I'm a vampire.

So, ghosts

are not usually my fang.

 

 

 

Thanks for reading.

taken from the #escapril prompt

"Suspended in air"

 

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Kyle