4. Earn a Page (to learn a valuable lesson)
10. Xaeax (to get drawn into useless circular logic from paradoxes; a state of confusion resulting from mind games)
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 dark obedient flame enlightens the complexion of the my circumstances. Abrasive mercy fetters and harrows clear thought. Officially, I have earned a page. Unfortunately, it’s a map of xaeax. I keep telling myself how things will change if I keep doing the same thing over and over again.
“Use the talents you possess..” words spill into the room.
She fidgets, picking her nails. She was never a fan of the baggage she keeps. Personal baggage like mushrooms grow in the dark.
“the woods would be very silent if no birds sang except those who sang best.” the little tv continues its motivational speech
I question the sanity of my shady game of chicken with January. The gravity of situation figures to assemble a list of things taken. Superstition of Jack Frost told in ice grains on my skin.
A latent thought evokes a memory
Pieces of mental mist combine
Their form abstract concrete
Yesterday’s stare back at me
Their eyes radiate like a kaleidoscope
Dancing lights reveal answers
Their questions long lost in time
I long to draw them into my mind
Consciousness doesn’t quell unrest
What did I miss only lingers on
Skeleton key opens lock
Light spreads tainted rays
Buried thoughts laden in hope
Dreams based on tides recede
Familiar faces flicker like candles
Time braids a lifetime in unison
What’s parade next to where’s
Questions left behind answers fled
Ancient lock adorns the past
Mystical qualities of the unfinished
We harbor these in glory and fear
But when facing the shaded door
Temptation defuses the memories
We never lose this key somehow
“She said she saw two eyes staring out at her. So we got a little closer. I couldn’t see anything at all.” Simon pauses to breath. ” I thought it was a dog or something.”
Simon looks back to the brush pile. His right hand drawn tight against a pounding chest.
“It was black…. I think. It all happened so fast.” Simon’s voice fails as his eyes cloud with tears.
“Then she was gone. We know the story. But you still didn’t answer how you could lose an arm and how she could disappear leaving nothing but blood.” Detective Mills looks around the scene. “It’s like she was slaughtered. And you have no idea what did this in broad daylight?! Why if you had both arms!”
“I’m telling you she saw two eyes.” Simon starts again.