An existence Attached to pinprick perforations; Blunted imprints and scabbed divots Sealing off memories – Dark figures roaming stone-walled chambers Shrouded in the forgotten colors Of adolescence Masking itself In nonchalant shades of grey Because it’s better this way… Distanced from the blemishes Hid beneath long sleeves And pretty fabrics Without being fettered To the ‘why’ they’re there To touch them With aloof interest Without scratching beneath the skin Of buried trauma In unintended discovery Unleashing agonies that bleed Uglier Than every macabre hue It’s better to remember nothing Except these moments As cherry blossoms softly carpet the sunbaked asphalt…
Sometimes, words aren’t enough. She realizes this in his wan smile before he drains his glass to give her a perfunctory nod, grunting at the bitterness burning down his throat. He says nothing as idle conversations stray by their table and that’s when her words echo back to her. Like soulless drips collecting, rippling out into a void. And there’s nothing else to say because he’s heard it all before. So what do you do when words are all you have to give, even in their superfluity? She calls his name softly and reaches across the table, squeezing his hand.
Mystery murmurs Low and resonant – Its strange cadence Plucks into the stillness Like a poltergeist; Presence betrayed By shuddering walls And their heaving sighs As though burdened By tales they’d eagerly share If only they could talk But those stories remain Teasing whispers Behind wooden beams Where she wishes She could stuff her doubts For only a moment Of unbruised peace and quiet
Like watching breath in motion The calligrapher inks the beginnings of a quiet soul Upon fine parchment; A soft inhale suspends itself Following his careful pause Then pools out – measured and slow As each brushstroke contours and connects to a heart of emotions that become tangible Real A lifeline immortalized For all the things Left unsaid; For the anxious thoughts Pressed between quivering lips Offering comfort To the ones Trapped within the tangles of their own mind
Her seduction of him was never intentional. She hadn’t caught his attention with flirtatious quips or a provocative gait. It was in the breathy notes of her laughter. The citrus of her perfume that sauntered – unbidden – over his senses. In all her natural reactions that drew him to ask her name.
SammiCox Weekend Writing Prompt Happy Sunday everyone! So many weekend writing prompts passed me by, but I tried my best to make it for another one again. I hope you’re all doing well and as I settle back into a writing schedule, I hope to talk with you all once again. Until then!
Voices often ebb and flow, like quietly lapping waves at the shore, in and out of consciousness. They drift on the edge of silence; cosmic undertones strange to an ear that only knows rhythms of the wind. Of things much closer to home – the cadence and sighs of simpler routines. But imagine the world that would ripple into view, eclipsing established borders of thought and self, spreading colors hid within an angel’s mirror, if those voices could be understood? Yet they remain – untouched – within the elusive realm of dreams, not so easily coaxed beyond the feathered light where wakefulness awaits.
Calendar pages flutter through the wind Another year twists its limbs In a dance that is quickly forgotten As it grows more distant A glimmering speck Unseen At the threshold of time That continues in its unbroken way— Solemn and impartial— While some will its hands To reset to their desires; Resolutions gathered In an abundance of wishes and prayers Between hands, lips and hearts Eager to carve boundless paths Where the life-giving pulse of fate Flows Without end.
You seemed a creation of waves and sand; The way your skin glittered in opalescent winks Under the aureate sun You spoke the language of the sea’s deep groanings That only seagulls could pacify Seashells hugged your neck Like the finest pearls And your moss-green eyes held a mysterious depth that rivalled the ocean’s; Pools I could drown in without fear of an unknown Leviathan crushing my body in its descent. We could not understand each other— Perhaps you were only a figment of my sun-soaked imagination But all I felt Breathing your salted fragrance Was peace; Quiet and free.
I want to give a shoutout to Happy Panda. I think this piece was inspired by your comment on my last post, which was so encouraging. It made me realize even if my writing doesn’t sound “perfect”, as long as I still enjoy doing it, that’s all that matters. Thank you for being awesome and I wish you all the happiness ❤