Disappearing

Fading memories

That’s where we lived

Loss only counts in ones

Lingering is all hope does

It toys with belief

It ignores possibilities

Somehow we end up here

No-one did anything to get here

Which is how everything happens

A ghost of yesterday

Disappearing into tomorrow

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Infected

A bead of sweat

A pulse just a bit raised

I hide my symptoms

The look over the shoulder

The constant feeling of missing

I can not shake them

My eyes rip apart scenery

I’m searching but unaware

My condition grows dire

My heart now beats fast

The sweat draws friends

Still I can not see it

How you infected me

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Tending Your Fires

I have watched you burn the house

Your fire cursing more than darkness

Living in fantasy can corrode the soul

Particularly when they aren’t yours

Even worse when they are orphans

We can not hold the whole world

Nor make the Sun bend to us alone

Sharing is the breath of nature

Purpose of hope is to feed the being

Not a bug meant to be smashed

Right is not a birthright or measure

The world has been grey shades

Light and darkness playing together

Aggression is poison we drink

Hostility, sulfurous smoke choking us

Envy, blinding oneself with wants

Burning down my world means zilch

Yours is still empty and ice filled

SGrab your lighter, your bills of need

As the flames get higher and higher

what about you do you ever see

Or still curse your darkness

Photo Challenge #213 – Stuck in the Mud

Nicolas-Bruno

– Nicolas Bruno

Desmond began to feel that sinking feeling. Audrey seemed more distance, like she had turned her back on their future. Their conversations seemed to have an unseen hand waiting to cut in at any time.

“Are you listening? There’s a reason it feels like I’m a big fish in a little pond.” Audrey’s words plunge into silence.

“Dear, there will always be times we feel out of place.” Desmond reels himself into conversation. “Too many times the troubles get all the attention. It would be a good time for us to get away.”

“You know I always felt being on a beach would be where I would bloom. But I always seem to be going off the deep end.” Audrey pauses waiting for a reaction. She stares at her phone awaiting the next line.

Wordle – Shopping, & other tortures

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1. Hipster

2. Impulsive

3. Elision (n)) the omission of a vowel, consonant, or syllable in pronunciation.)

4. Stepdaughter

5. Murmurous

6. Creative

7. Letdown

8. Stealth

9. Impoverished

10. Hitchhike

11. Decrypt

12. Namelessness

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

“Nique. Isn’t it?!” my hipster stepdaughter impulsively attacks the clothing rack and English language through elision.

My eyes see print of creative colored flowers on black. To me Namelessness and impoverished payer, chooses between murmurous and stealth replies. Liking something means it’s too old & not liking it too quickly means it’s prefect. Logic has hitchhiked away from these excursions.

“It’s not my color.” I respond with the sense of letdown that she might consider it. I try to decrypt the look on her fresh face. “Your mom won’t approve of the neckline, of course.”

She stands akimbo in response. “Notin’ but help!”
I smile and look at my phone to check the time. I mutter “Five minutes already?”

FFAW – Home Fires

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Enisa. Thank you Enisa!

Allen stirs at the embers of the fire. The flames have grown weary, flickering hesitantly and disappear. The heat still reaches out on long fingers alternating with touches of chill. Undeterred, he fans at them to coax a little more life. Tiny ashen flurries dance around him barely visible in the night.

His face shows the taste of desperation. Lines set about his eyes seem to catch every shadow the palid glow can forge. The conflict of knowing the coldness of tomorrow’s ash and hopes that the flames return fight out within his head. The only response is continuous stirring.

“Seriously, you’re making any chance of talking impossible!” Allen tries to break through the hard exterior of his enraged wife you no avail.

Yet still he stirs the embers going the fire returns.

132 words

Desire

It not stealing your breath

It’s you not wanting it back

Its the eyes that sparkle

They plunge me into oblivion

Nothing exists, you and this second

Everything is now a prefect blur

Logic and reality aren’t welcome

Pleasure dances upon the sparks

Sense of heat between us raises

Secrets hide within that smile

My heart skips waiting to see them

I imagine their gossamer stands

Wrapping me tightly in place

Like a bug in the web, waiting

Unsure but pleasantly anxious

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Wordle – Personal Issues

Bonus Superhero

1. Before dawn

2. Wall

3. City

4. Glass

5. Fly

6. Malefactor (n.)) a person who violates the law, a criminal, a person who causes harm to another)

7. Lonely

8. Vanquish

9. Boom

10. Prevaricate (v.)) to speak falsely or misleadingly)

11. Safeguard

12. Peccadillo (n)) a minor offense, a trifling fault)

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

Before dawn, the lonely cockcrow booms through my vanquished city of glass walls. My peccadillos were safeguarded attempts to fly above the fray. Yet you spraypainted my wall with malefactor. Whom prevaricates whom?

Simple Pleasures

Wringing right from wrong

Her form guilt’s panacea

Pleasure immune from details

Afterthoughts are tight chains

Keeping wrong from returning

Impossible

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Blank Face

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