The silent stars hid
Beneath the clouds
One whispers
I’m here
One roars, fighting
To be let out
But neither of them
Fought to be heard
One step forward
One step back
They danced
In the rhythm of a
A broken record
Over and over again
Filled with scratches
And worned out
Never to be played again
The stars get tired too
It withers and disappears
One silent night
Days, months, years
It succombs to its death
Longing for its love
To come
I am a broken glass
No matter how much or
How many times you
Put me back together
I will always be broken…
Copyright © Ethel Beckett 2017
You know what you are to me?
A Star
A dream
beyond my reach
But every time
I see a constellation
I trace it with my finger
Hoping it will connect you
Back to me
Except I’m a black hole
Sitting in the middle of the milky way
Watching you from afar
Along with the opportunity
Of life
Love
And maybe pain
You see?
You are a star
Out of my reach
So I sit
I watch
Wondering
What if?
Copyright © Ethel Beckett 2017
Image excerpt from: stocksnap.io
This is one of my old poem from 2014. I am just re-blogging it for my new readers who missed out 🙂
She built her own tower
With her own hands
Laid the walls
Brick by brick and
Sand by sand
A concrete ground
That shall withstand
Any quake and storm
In a foreign land
But the walls are not perfect
Some surface has jagged edges
You can see some cracks
Along the pavement and
Some patches
Throughout the wall
With some decay
With hope and faith
She tried to redecorate
Masked some area
To be painted and
Sand it down
But
Eventually she got tired
Polishing every single thing
The chipped wooden floor
Was even left untouched
Some part of the ceiling
Is ready to collapse
She sighed and stared at the walls…
Then… the ceiling
Her eyes glistening with tears
Praying it won’t come apart
When it had enough
She thought
Fixing each blemishes and holes
In her tower
Is exhausting and draining
So she decided
To leave it how it is
Because
No matter how hard she tries
No matter how many times
She patch those crevices on the walls
And sand the edges of each corner
Of her space
The cracks will still be there
It still exists
Only to be concealed by
Nice paints and wallpapers
Those cracks will never go away
It will always stay
Just biding its time
When it can resurface
Now
All she does is watch her life
In front of her in the slowest
Possible pace and
Endure the blemishes
She sees every day
Just waiting and
Waiting for the day
The tower she built
Will come crumbling down
Beneath her feet
She just hope that
When it happens
She still have aspirations and
Dreams left in her
To build a new one
Ethel Beckett © 2014.Brisbane
I heard you screaming my name
Like a siren
Cursing me in vain
It’s loud
Too loud and
I hated the sound
Your voice
That once calms me down
Now a destruction
That makes me frown
Your words once was soothing
Turned to lies
And more lies
You keep on repeating
There’s no more hiding
So stop thriving
I see you for who you are
Even when you kept pretending
I heard you screamed my name
Asking me to come back
But it’s already too late
I know all your lies
I already lost faith
Curse me with passion
Love me with your lies
Hate me with conviction
Kill me with compassion
No matter how hard you try
I will still walk away
Ethel Beckett © 2016.Brisbane
image excerpt from: mogul.com
Winter is gone
And so are you
Along with my heart
Ripped out
from my chest
My soulless body
Empty
Decaying from
The shallow waters
Where you left me…
Ethel Beckett © 2015.Brisbane
Image excerpt from: http://www.artlimited.net/user/0/0/2/5/5/1/8/artlimited_img466597. jpg
Let’s try this again!!! Please check Zach chopchinski’s blog, again thank you for nominating me.
The Challenge Rules:
Write an entire paragraph without any word containing the letter “e”
If you are reading this you are already signed up
Make sure to link back to the challenges creator Redefining Random!
Challenge at least five bloggers to do the challenge. They must do it within 24 hours or it is considered as failure.
If you fail or pass, suffer in the Page of Lame.
If you win, wallow in the Page of Fame.
Ok here you go…
As I lay in your arms
with constant nagging fright in my mind
that you will vanish from thin air
without any words to comfort
my sanityOh! I still want your warmth
Wrap around as a cocoon comforting
until my longing for you drift
to dullAs I turn to you
My opium, my own drug
I cry out with full of passion
Hush, hush
Say, you’ll stay…
A challenge indeed! Wheew!
I would like to say a BIG THANK YOU to Zach chopchinski for nominating me for this challenge. This is my first time to participate in such challenge and I had fun!
The Challenge Rules:
Write an entire paragraph without any word containing the letter “e”
If you are reading this you are already signed up
Make sure to link back to the challenges creator Redefining Random!
Challenge at least five bloggers to do the challenge. They must do it within 24 hours or it is considered as failure.
If you fail or pass, suffer in the Page of Lame.
If you win, wallow in the Page of Fame.
Ok so here is mine…
Until this day
I think of us
Truthfully…
I still long for your touchAnd my hazy thoughts is trying
To summon up
A story of us worth proclaiming
In the land of the living but..
Sadly, I found nothingIt’s all lost
Shut out from
This sad, sad
World
My nominees:
MyEndeavors
Allaboutyouforever
Randstein
Ghostpupp3t
A touch of my saint
Have fun!
She bared her soul to you
Chest wide open
For you to dissect
Each of rotten parts
of her heart
To re-build and sew it
back together
With your gentle hands
Instead you ripped
her heart
Out off her chest and
Scattered every pieces
On the ground
You played your ace
Very well and
Made her believe
She was the one
You lied without hesitations
Said I love you’s
Too many times to count
But everything you said
Were words that
Leaves a bad taste in
Your mouth
Your words were soothing
But not enough to
Comfort her with
Your lies
You left her heart broken
Trampled on the ground
Bleeding to death
With additional scar
To add on her
Rotten heart
Chest still wide open
The same way
You found her…
Ethel Beckett © 2015.Brisbane
Image excerpt from: goodlightscraps.com
She bared her soul to you
Chest wide open
For you to dissect
Each of rotten parts
of her heart
To re-build and sew it
back together
With your gentle hands
Instead you ripped
her heart
Out off her chest and
Scattered every pieces
On the ground
You played your ace
Very well and
Made her believe
She was the one
You lied without hesitations
Said I love you’s
Too many times to count
But everything you said
Were words that
Leaves a bad taste in
Your mouth
Your words were soothing
But not enough to
Comfort her with
Your lies
You left her heart-broken
Trampled on the ground
Bleeding to death
With additional scar
To add-on her
Rotten heart
Chest still wide open
The same way
You found her…
Ethel Beckett © 2015.Brisbane
Image excerpt from: goodlightscraps.com
Sleepless Warrior 
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