Photographs strobe beneath lids
echo from one year to the next,
determined flashes
regurgitating phantoms,
specks ingrained
self absorbing,
once alive.
Tenderness
captures the black
and the not so white,
smudging realism
torn by rigid belief.
Voices
of the kaleidoscope collide.
© 2009 Michaela James
A journey into the depths of my heart, mind and soul. "From my heart a single tear hangs low..." {Pink Raven}
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"Because Of You - (Joie De Vivre (Moins Di Cinquante))".
I have fallen in love, a near broken woman, aches and scars igniting her beauty more than shades of pink or red could ever have. E...
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I step outside Sunshine blazes over the bar raised on a cold winter’s afternoon, she mocks with the left while the right teases with th...
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My chalice trembles at night As the chink of ice resonates Around my arid mind Immersed in babble Conflict of being Surrounded by the ...
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Tears as trinkets unlike diamonds shiver with pain one corner of the room displayed yet shadowed by the hand that caressed another. ...
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Hi, Mike. Welcome to middle age. Saw your picture on WDW.
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