Reaching you like
Wrestling smoke rings
Hollow made emptiness
Or is it the other way?
Welcoming yesterday again
A mind trick of better times
Distance removes the barbs
Fantasy, the game of rememberence
No winter night rivals you
No stagehand can out perform you
If there’s every someone there
Deep inside the costume of yours
Do they realize they’re trapped?
Prisoner of self-doubt
Fighter to make-up for losses
Wraith haunting sacred ground
Gentle breezes remove smoke rings
They dissipate into thin air
Only then did we see what there
Truly nothing at all
3. Oscitant ((adj.) yawning, as with drowsiness; gaping. drowsy or inattentive, dull, lazy, negligent, malaise
6. Syncretism ((n.) the attempted reconciliation or union of different or opposing principles, practices, or parties, as in philosophy or religion.)
Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem
The words can appear in an alternate form
Use the words in any order that you like.
Tag: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and Wordle
My warren of logic collapses. An uncanny tendency that catches me in a tough spot stranded. The deal of syncretism was to reform the need to use my vertebra.
I look away to avoid my oscitant face giving up worry.
Your need for attention
like the leaves to the wind
Addiction of being front and center
Loneliness drowned in the crowd
Cheers from the alcoholic
Not that you would recognize him
His drink is your “hello”
Does either have a reason to forget
One that is not self-inflicted
Quietly you both fade into the night
However, just you look back
It was clear her taunting use of body was a lesson. With the fury of a war mission, despite the price I would pay, disbelief would be no option. I would slide into the dirt beneath her motives if necessary. I can win this game, or so i thought.
You challenge me with a route teeming with pretense. I should jump at the dearth of shock you attempt. How is it possible one could care so lightly? Not as individual drug, nor bulk helps to deal with you.
“He was such a shallow man. Always try to show he had risen above hi snake like personality. Glad to see you succumb to illness.” Tina kicks dirt into the open grave. Her pale thin face sneaks a peek at the five other mourners. “It’s go to see you in the hole but it should be much further. I’d put you below Hell. Maybe that’s deep enough.”
Tina fakes a dab at her eyes. “They came just to be sure you’re dead also!”
I long for simple times
I remember when it was perfect
Being as one without boundaries
Magic lived between what was us
Just to bring that back for a moment
To grasp the raw emotions
No plague of worry or thought
When the mist clears my eyes
A lone thought cries out
How do you recreate
What never was
“Sympathy? I remember sympathy. It was a two way street, once.” Her face stretched and slightly twisted. Shadows fill lines within her face.
“I… I don’t understand…” his voice breaks in disbelief and the hopelessness of being bound. The sleepiness and mix of a pharmaceutical cocktail crawl under his skin.
“I have remembered everything. Particularly, how much sympathy I have seen.” She fractures a small smile. It provides light in a darkened room between two empty souls.
If I built a bridge to you Would it be steel and concrete? Would it be paved in dreams? Illuminated by glowing promises Decorated by river called Hope A valley awash in blooming rainbows At night, fog would wraps it arms around Keeping away the cold of darkness Birds would sing to bring the dawn Gentle breezes would lift drowsy Every day could start fresh Thoughts would be free of the past If built a bridge to you Could we meet in the middle?
Cold fingers slowly squeezing
Breath of life from within
Desire for everything deserved
Acceptance never an option
Insatiable want steeps the soul
There are no cures fittingly
They wouldn’t be good enough
Or plentiful in the nice things
Cast by insecurity within wax
The hollow shell, all that remains
A life lived by envy and greed
if only being human was enough