Inside Out

I’m wearing the insides out

Abrasive thoughts shape me

Knots twist and turn

Guts tightly strewn about

Breathing held in check

I know how ice feels

I’m wearing the inside out

I free those feelings ruthlessly

Shattering all those binds that tie

Everything you asked why

Tersely thrown at your feet

This is what bothers my being

I’m wearing the inside out

In many ways



Twillight calls softly

Yellow pales, corroding to orange

Breezes summon a chill

The day spills toward night

Thoughts length and change

Clouds scurry after the setting Sun

Fleeting emotions know how they feel

Hope drifts by like a web

Clinging briefly as it moves on

The mood lightens like crepuscular rays

Breaking past clouds running skyward

Thoughts become ambiguous

Nature’s reset button in action

If the mind will just let it work.

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Pain is my crown

Path upon I walk

Prism for my rainbows

My monocolor for landscapes

How you see my struggles

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Killer Smile

I want to wear your smile

My inner demons line up

They all want a piece

Restless heart cries out

The world collapses to one

I’m drawn to close to the flame

But the moth cares little

To be held in this moment

In a blink, dreams rise up

Thoughts make new worlds

For all but two people



It’s surface spins.

Oily rainbows skirt by

Watching within the world spins.

Thoughts left behind like illusions

My mind races to fit the images

They seldom come to me.

The wind cuts across

The bubble bobs and weaves.

A flock of dozens more grabs hild

Hand in hand and they dance off

Oblivion or forever they go

I wonder if what was seen

I know images but not complete

Left to fill in details

I wander along still

My path somewhat different


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.

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FFAW – Little Note of Contention

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

“You haven’t heard a word I’ve said. Have you?!” The words swim in my head.

My eyes fishing for the source, catch my wife’s unpleasant scowl.

“Yes, I heard you the first time. I’ll get to it as soon as I finish what I’m doing.” My voice responses with little impute from me. I’m totally clueless of what the emergency currently is.

“It better get done!” She still has a snarl that would make a junkyard dog cower on. “You should write down the things that need done around here! How many times do I have to say it over and over and over again!”

I pull out a stack of post-it notes. I sigh and write down ‘make a list’.

It has become quite. I look up to see her walk over to read my note.

“Funny! That’s really funny mister!” She storms off stomping her feet.

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Sunday Whirl – Hellhound

The sharp piercing of my right arm told my mind the snarling small dog was a problem. I flailed after I saw him. My car waited with a bar in the trunk. His haul of flesh will leave a scar. But soon I’ll treat him apart, casting him upon a hearth of his Hellhound brethren.



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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