the smell of beer reeking from your pores
makes my skin crawl, makes my thoughts flee
far from the present, to a time long ago
when you ranted and raved, when you blamed me
for being unhappy, having nowhere to go
as if the door was never open,
this life you call your cage
like the smell of beer reeking,
out again comes your rage.
Via Daily Prompt
you died last month
and I thought I was free
from the memories that have left me
unable to feel –
happiness and joy,
even sadness and pain.
instead, all I feel is the blame
for letting all that you did
happen to me.
via Daily Prompt: Better
I am not pleased, not when it feels like
we’re all dancing in the first circle of hell
where the ones considered different among us are taken away,
and our sense of compassion have slowly unraveled,
where it’s easier to turn a blind eye
to the things that are really happening,
instead believing the sweetly-coated lies and the hype,
too afraid to see what true consciousness can bring,
not when we can no longer trust one another
and inclusion becomes just a forgotten word.
I am not pleased with the way things are turning out today
where people who are just like us are no longer seen nor heard.
via Daily Prompt: Pleased
It started out with a song, one that planted a seed inside me,
asking the same old question, “Are you really happy?”
Then, “what if you aren’t, what then will you do?
Will you get up and leave all this behind? Will you? Should you?”
And so the seed grew, and kept growing until the day came
when the answers found their questions. And this time, there was no shame,
from the first word on the page to the last, from the wine, and the gun – but not her past,
I was her and she was me; guess all this was meant to be
all because of a song,
one that woke me up to what was wrong
I need a different kind of love, it’s true
I need to fall in love with me again, not you.
via Discover Challenge: Song
I actually attribute Different Kind of Love by Brendan James as the inspiration for my latest novel, Everything She Ever Wanted, for which he gave me permission to use the lyrics in my book, but it’s actually this one: Nothing For Granted, that started the ball rolling. The lyrics are just absolutely life-changing.
As Liz Durano, I write contemporary romance and women’s fiction and my latest book, Everything She Ever Wanted (A Different Kind of Love Novel) is now available from Amazon, iBooks, Barnes & Noble, and Kobo.
they say she’s cold,
too lost in her past
one that’s filled with darkness
one that’s meant to last
forever if she lets it
letting it eat her from the inside
like the fires of passion burning
leaving her no place to hide
and so she writes out the demons
teasing them with flowery words
letting her fiery passions rage
in an eternal purge
via Daily Prompt: Passionate
Sometimes life can feel
like a slog,
all work and no play making me
feel like a cog in someone else’s wheel,
leaving me spent and hollow,
until life just stops, and too late,
I”ve run out of tomorrows.
via Slog — The Daily Post
She takes her time lazily,
lying prone on her bed
elbows propped, reading her book,
letting the scenes glide in her head
in and out they go,
like waves lapping the shore
recharging her from the week’s craziness
until she’s done with one adventure,
already ready for more.
via Recharge — The Daily Post
isn’t it obvious?
can’t you see
just how much my world
revolves around you and me?
how everything that i am
depends on how you feel
from the moment you awake,
and my world becomes real?
She is his obsession
his soul’s desire
she is who he dreams of –
for her, he’d walk through fire
through the depths of hell
he’ll come for her
she is his personal heaven
there will never be another…
Via Daily Prompt
On the surface, we are perfect
the ideal family for all to see
Yet behind closed doors, we seethe and boil,
each one oblivious to the other’s turmoil
not seeing the lies
as each day, we continue to die
via Surface — The Daily Post