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About me - Charmaine Lloyd

I am a dreamer. I am a thinker. (Sometimes this is a liability as I trip over things and am forgetful in the fantasy world I live in).

Writing allows me to unravel and make sense of my musings. And since our experiences are universal, I like to share my thoughts

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Tribute to brothers: 1 of 55
I wish you could see through my eyesMy brother, my friend, of golden worth.Your song starts before my recallBut it's been sang since my later birth.I followed you to this earth,And in your womb's farewell;(By my love, I have to wonder)If you left your everlasting spell.My brother with a light in his eyes,Charming little perso... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love expressed: 33 of 719
I could touch you in that sacred space,That bare breath between our sighs.In a place, oh so heavenly,That won't risk my heart's demise.Could love you in a mystic moment,Where you possess my soul.But as I walk this broken realm,It's mine to safeguard whole.I could kiss you in the darkness,That separates my truth.Can you feel m... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Weariness: 2 of 32
the tap of fatiguetipitty tapping my beingpushing me backwardsblinding my seeing.murky sludgy clawshaul me into this pityapping at my nervesrunning off with my wit.pulled far down belowto a comatose tombripping my sanityfrom clarity's womb.mangled and brokenalone in the darka cloak of exhaustionsuffocates the last spark. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death of a loved one: 40 of 599
To Lexy, From LanaI held your hand for a little while,In a dark soft place called mother.My twin sister, my second smile,My first significant other.In a dark soft place called mother.Awaiting our birth in your embrace.My first significant other.We shared a sacred space.Awaiting our birth in your embrace,Dreaming our future - ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Growing old: 15 of 190
Turning heads once in desireBoiling their blood with fire,I am still twenty in my mindWhen, oh when, was I left behind?Now they look, but they so don't see,Oh, my God! - I'm so damn un-pretty!Eyes that shone and honeyed lips,My face once launched a thousand ships!Like Cleopatra, they once said,Now ... I might as well be dead.... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Betrayal: 37 of 431
Poisoned assassin, tormented hope,Lover's betrayal cut the rope.Double agent's target: Murder of "we",Love's twisted demise swings from a tree.Hesitation though blood can't be stopped.Heart has erupted our life has dropped,Maimed and battered, love can't go on.Blow the final death knell - she has won.Hired Assassin, the jokes... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Anticipation: 5 of 53
A whimsy...Lay me down on petalled bedSlay green monsters in my headTeasing me, rejection's pastKill them lover, chase them fastTwirl my dreams in golden armsSing "forever", whispered psalmsKiss my pout, you took so longPrize the dimples in my thongBrush my hair, and catch my tearsSmile sweet twinkles to lost yearsKiss my nos... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Finding yourself: 32 of 255
Jagged memories jostle for attention,Protective forces hold them in detention.Eternal peace-masquerades must persist.Inside the pounding of a clenched fist.Happy days of heightened cheer,Cocktail churns in different sphere.Twisting silently with outward smile,Sweetened days start to taste like bile.Journal and pen, photo snap... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Good-bye, my love: 9 of 71
Good bye my lover a reply (to James Blunt's original)I was so blinded and yes, you had won,My soul, the prize, and now I'm undone,"Cause I saw in you, the man I had known,A man not met, but whose soul was my home.So I gave it away, your eternal right.Losing my wings on that blissful flight.Now we're grounded, and my wings are... More..
Relationships & Family > Cheating Spouses & Affairs There is no excuse for infidelity: 2 of 14
Who ever grows up thinking that they will be someone's mistress? If little girl wishes all came true, we would be married in a Cinderella ball gown with a train as long as Princess Diana's. Our prince would carry us across the threshold of our tiny principality, where only we are the citizens of an everlasting love affair.Lit... More..