Off line

My connection is down

No signal to outside world

Lost in confusion for a way

Restoring to local contact

Awkward conversations grow

Strangers left together for years

I’m well aware of your issues

But never seen your personality

I find you less annoying somehow

The distance of a barbed wire fence

The closeness we always shared

It seems we may not be as different

A blackout was needed to see you

I should apologize for not noticing

The person that you have always been

We share an impersonal nature

We choose the easiness of isolation

Maybe the world isn’t cold, just lazy

In mist of internet darkness, I grow

Wait, the networks back got to go

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The Edge, my old friend

I step from the edge

Maybe it left me behind

Impulses were heartbeats

Chances flapped like wings

Ashes of Icarus, my memories

Bruises, postcards from edge

Fathers chargin, wore as crown

Now the soul tires at the view

Thoughts make fences before me

Fear, my perfect stranger sits beside

His sister worry reaches for me

Her warm hug masks cold touch

My younger shadow warns me

My hearing has diminished somehow

Maybe I never had it at all

My eyes still long for a view

My heart wishes for random beat

The edge still calls out to me

It takes even longer to go back

The flights of fancy just mental

Deep inside, my old friend knows

We are not what we used to be

To each other, at least.

Maybe, maybe not

Maybe, maybe not

My thoughts squirm

Magic 8 ball like

Highly possible dances

Future unclear pirouettes

Driverless path lies ahead

Curves careen like sleds

Slippery slope races by

Every grip is a lie

Smiling sending control

The stop authors the story

I’ll cling to the same thought

Maybe, maybe not

Time

What doesn’t stay

Sand falls less quickly

Hourglasses choke today

What I lost

Buried deep in past

Things devolved in value

My mind describes

Shadows in solid touches

Still thinking it matters

Time doesn’t know

Nor care about me

Dust in the wind

Eyes of Green

Dreams feed the mind

Fantasy nurtures the heart

Trapped by pools of green

Release reluctantly by blinks

Catch me watching you

Strange feelings well within

Obsession is terrible addiction

Scratching inaccessible itches

Hope breaths desperation

But curves raise the pulse

Dreams still feeding mind

Fantasy starving the heart

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Serenity

My hands mold clay

The more it moves

The less it calms

Like distance breezes

Believing stirs tiny change

Calmness comes from inspiration

Exhaustion slows the mind

Acceptance is the dream

Inside we build fortresses

Perhaps one day it’ll come

Serenity seldom climbs walls

It is the clay we mold

The ball we smash

Over and over again

Season with No Reason

Easement
Ethereal
Exoteric ((adj.) suitable for or communicated to the general public: not belonging, limited, or pertaining to the inner or select circle, as of disciples or intimates: popular, simple, common place
Emulation ((n.) effort or desire to equal or excel others: jealous rivalry)
Edge
Elsewhere
Enough
Equipment
Entry
Erase
Exact
Evil

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

“Easement of any edge…” Raul pauses midthought. “Enough of a gap for evil to extract its ethereal control.”

“So exoteric ideas gain entry from afar, elsewhere to exact which emulsion?” Clyde plays along.
“The brain is the only equipment need to erase logic.” Raul is as tired of the political season as the partisan play that accompanys it.

Sorrow

Four woes make a room

Sorrow the prefect ceiling

Loneliness self incarceration

Others just don’t allow expression

Absolute comfort in distress

Absolving cathartic for others

The world put me here

So I believe questioning it all

Sure noone wishes the things

But gripping the known easy

Strangling hope to lower the bar

Plenty of ways to separate peace

Tomorrow it’ll be different

It was supposed to be today too.

Quiet of the Night

My conscious walks the halls

Footsteps of earlier events go by

What if’s hang in the air like dust

Pieces of unresolved items shimmer

I pretend it doesn’t matter at all

Still the footsteps ring out

My mind fits puzzle pieces together

I have no idea of the image

Just assure myself it matters

Sleep drifts to others as I ponder

Paths lead somewhere I don’t know

I pretend I do again tonite

As my conscious walks the halls