a magnificent void

there's a magnificent void where passion once thrived

now futile, sweet words 

keep her soul alive

naively, she frolics in the palm of his hand

as he abuses her vulnerability 

but she won't understand

withered and unreturned, her desire has grown cold

the magnificent void

painfully cramps her soul

but to choose hatred

would only hurt her more

so she holds steadfast to the love

the passion once bore

Written for Three Word Wednesday

© 2010 by R. Alana Brereton

reminiscing

reminiscing is a drug
a temporary high
brewed with the bittersweet taste of goodbyes

--Alana Brereton

a fiery path

rampantly, the fire devoured every item in its path

ferociously fleeting the fire extinguisher

its raced yards then some meters

singeing the sentimental paths

simultaneously, the flames lit every beat in his heart

desperately seeking the fire extinguisher

he gasped for air

as smoke and soot rushed inward to his lungs

mystically, the firemen appeared racing in threes and fours

skillfully conquering the fire

they yanked the man 

leading him away from its fiery path

Written for: Magpie Tales
© 2010 by R. Alana Brereton

Please don't speak

Sorry,
but
sometimes I get lost in your rich baritone
rumbling a wealth of words
that so effortlessly
injects this sick heart
with flutters and medicinal love
inflaming this never-ending hassle
between mind and heart
So next time,
please don't speak

© 2010 by R. Alana Brereton
Written for Three Word Wednesday

deception

fox
rather sly
trickling delicious words into my ears
with the love you imply

naively,
I lay aside reason 
as you feign virtue 
feeding me sugar crusted lies


© 2010 by R. Alana Brereton
Written for: Three Word Wednesday

new addition to the family

innocent&sweet. I wouldn't mind being a baby again

She left them behind
the memories of passion
a blissful rendezvous
her eyes raced across the blood spotted knife
that began the heartache
and ended his life
a broken plate, the one they shared the night before
mirroring fragments of her broken heart
she loved him
now he lay a breathless corpse
her soul frailly mending from the wounds of pain
as she forgave the man who took her lover's life

© 2010 by R. Alana Brereton
Written for: Magpie Tales

Winding Sentiments

Dancing in a medley of emotions
my mind rides a roller coaster of feelings
stopping ever so often to linger
on the winding sentiments
frolicking across a vivid meadow of memories
encountering traces of a past too dear to erase

© 2010 by R. Alana Brereton
Written for: Three Word Wednesday

Photo Credit: Emotional Roller coaster

Love: Photo Impression

Tingling hairs waved down my arm
As his fingertips inched on my skin
Thousands of tiny electric shocks
Moving with the sound of my pounding heart
Beating like African drums
to the chant of a Nigerian tribe

"I Love You"
the words danced in the air
Reaching my ears daintily
In that moment, our souls became as one
the world froze
And everything was perfect

 © 2010 by R. Alana Brereton

5 AM

Couldn't sleep, so I wrote a poem :)

There's a soothing peace about this hour

creeping towards 5 AM

the birds chant their songs ever so rhythmically

the sky is different now

not hovering over the earth as in the day

or like a darkened abyss as in the night

now, it possesses a warming tranquility

shades of salmon streaming through powder blue seas
with inviting sapphire eyes

it serenely watches over those who dare wake at this hour

carrying with it a calm air

the breeze seduces me

as it gently drifts through my windowsill

I am at peace

Superhero

Swoosh! His arms swooped around me

Mounting my body on a shoulder of Rock

With legs dangling in the thin air

I looked at the ground below

e v a n e s c e n t, vanishing

getting smaller and smaller and smaller

Until it no longer appeared

The burning city below me

was lackluster when compared

to the brilliant city before me

where I had now become an heir

Illustrious streets of gold 

resting under gates of pearls

incandescently I rested my head 

on my Super hero's robe

Copyright 2010 by R. Alana Brereton
word prompt: Superhero
Written for: Sunday Scribblings

What makes me a woman.

A poem my lovely mommy sent to me :)

What makes me weak? My fears.

What makes me whole? My God.

What keeps me standing? My faith.

What makes me compassionate? My selflessness.

What makes me honest? My integrity.

What sustains my mind? My quest for knowledge.

What teaches me all lessons? My mistakes.

What lift's my head high? My pride, not arrogance.

What if I can't go on? Not an option.

What makes me victorious? My courage to climb.

What makes me competent? My confidence .

What makes me sensual? My insatiable essence.

What makes me beautiful? My everything.

What makes me a woman? My heart .

Who says I need love? I do.

What empowers me? My God & Me.

Who am I? I AM A PROUD STRONG WOMAN!


Keep this going ladies.