OctPoWriMo 2019: Day 2: Changelings: A Senryu Trio

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the most docile soul

may transform to a changeling

if abused enough

a child's mind comes to
fear what waits in the darkness
when left all alone

a fantasy world

is better than what is real

for the outsider

~Cie~

Song Inspiration:

Also dedicated to H.P. Lovecraft in honor of his story, The Outsider.
He wrote it about himself.
I always felt as if he could have written it for me.

Deadly Infection

Evil man

Fickle to the core

You infect me with desire

Then tear your love away

I must have misinterpreted your intent

I must have been drunk on the nectar of your kisses

I thought I was safe in the womb of your arms

The coldness of your heart chills me to the marrow

I believed we were together in another life

That we had been lovers since ancient times

But the ritual which drew you back into my life

Must have been an evil one

I now want only to fly away like the sparrow

To hide in hibernation from the world

No wine nor drug nor holistic herb

Will ever heal the scars you left upon my soul

~Gretyll~

Written for The Reverie

The Words:

Marrow from Desiree

Fickle from Faycin

Hibernation from Ann

Infect from Mel

Misinterpreted from Serins

Holistic from Staci

Sparrow from Franz

Nectar from Mark

Ancient from Crow

Ritual from Hasty

Womb from Laura

NaPoWriMo 2014: Day 12

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Love at Last

The first time I fell

The desire was all-consuming

Lust turned to fascination

Fascination turned to wanting

Wanting turned to love

Love turned to obsession

The spell he wove had me so enraptured

That even when it became obvious that I was just his mainstay

That the love was completely one-sided

I couldn't imagine being without him

So for twenty-one years 

I was a prop in his act

He made me disappear when he wanted a fling

He brought me back with a snap of the fingers when he needed some stability

It wasn't easy when I finally worked up the courage to say no more

When the door shut behind him for the last time

I was left alone with tears that never seemed to stop

"Never again," I resolved

 

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Five years went by

I went to a Halloween party with my sister and her husband

I had no expectations when she introduced me to a colleague

I tried to ignore the fascination as we got to talking

I found myself wanting to know more about him

I told myself it wasn't desire

I never wanted to take that chance again

I didn't want to admit that I was enraptured

That he could easily possess my heart

My sister swore he was a decent guy

But how could I open myself to the possibility

Of being devastated once again?

I took the chance and asked him if he'd be free the following weekend

His smile both warmed my heart and chilled me to the core

We took things slow, enjoying a meal together Saturday night

A trip to the museum on Sunday

No more than a tenacious kiss until I felt a bit more sure

I could lie and say the love grew slowly

But it was there from the first

I put the lust on hold until I could believe 

This man wouldn't hurt me

We'll be married this Halloween

After six years together

I have only one obsession now

To keep him happy for the rest of our lives

~Adam~

For Dylan, the love of my life

The words:
                              desire
                              lust
                              wanting
                              obsession
                              fascination
                              possess
                              love
                              enraptured

Dear John

 

Dear John

by

Blooming Psycho

 

Dear John

I want you gone!

Into how many beds you've climbed

You should've been in mine

 

Dear John

It's time to move on

You're just a cheat

I don't want to have to repeat

 

Dear John

For me you're wrong

I wish you'd die from a horrible disease

But I hope you've not passed it to me

 

Dear John

This can't go on

You've all but killed me inside

But I doubt you've even cried

 

Dear John

Your name's like the refrain of a bad song

I used to think you were so sweet

But your heart's made of rotten meat

 

~Bloomy~

 

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