Weave me a blanket,
Heavy and thick,
And lay it over me as I sleep;
Let it protect my dreams from the burden of loss.
A bell tolls far away in the darkened distance.
I keep my eyes shut,
And refuse to surrender to the shattering of hope.
Somewhere, someone’s heart is breaking.
©Brindology 2016
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I could be a bird
Yes, me.
I could fly away
Just free.
Fly over lands
Deep blue sea.
Fly far away
Being me.
—
Standing at this juncture
Let the past die.
Ask no questions
Needn’t know why.
I’ll forget the hurt
Leave it all behind.
And if I do fall
I’d get up and try.
—
I could be a bird
Yes, me.
I could fly away
Just free.
Fly over lands
Deep blue sea.
Fly far away
Being me.
©Brindology 2017
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Daily prompt: Crossing
©Brindology 2015
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©Brindology 2015
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The open mind isn’t an empty mind,
The quiet mind isn’t the silenced mind,
The falling rain isn’t the tearing of the sky,
My own mind is what I’m trying to find.
The rain keeps falling outside,
Heavy raindrops hit down hard on the ground.
The trees cast shadows down the hallowed path,
Opening a new way to view the world.
Perhaps this is a journey I must walk alone,
Nobody will know where my path leads.
This new mind I seek will be mine alone,
Free from the past and you.
©Brindology & Joanne Garnell 2016
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chaos reigns in my heart.
tossing and turning, my mind swims, my thoughts in disarray.
chaos keeps my words at bay, away from my silenced voice.
everyone knows we kissed.
why does your heart stay still?
chaos runs amok within me.
i cannot hear my heartbeat amidst this noise.
this scares me.
i don’t know what to do.
perhaps you don’t love me
the way I love you.
i understand now.
©Brindology 2016
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Buses oh buses!
Those things on wheels.
Riding in them
Gives me quite a thrill!
I sit at the window
Looking out,
At cars, bikes and buses
Just bustling about.
Where are they going?
Too busy they seem
To notice my eyes
Staring out of my dreams
Can’t wait for my journey
To happen today
I have my fare ready
And I’m on my way!
Buses oh buses!
Those things on wheels.
Riding in them
Gives me quite a thrill!
©Brindology 2004
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I am an empty woman,
My tears have fallen to the ground,
I am an empty woman,
My cries have made their sound;
I am an empty woman,
My sorrow lies drowned,
I am an empty woman,
Come, let my spirit be unbound.
I am a renewed woman,
My heart now holds no pain,
I am a renewed woman,
My voice will not be strained;
I am a renewed woman,
Let my spirit be made plain,
I am a renewed woman,
And my spirit can never be stained.
©Brindology 2014
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You probably know what I’m going to say.
You probably know what needs to be said.
Can you hear the words I hold in my heart?
Would it hurt you to know that I could forget you one day?
I’ve closed the window,
the rain is beating hard against the glass.
The howling wind is locked out,
the pelting rain is far away from me.
But
I
hear
the
raindrops
long after the sun has come up.
©Brindology 2016
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