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Flavors of the Day
A frog croaksAn evening hymnIts dissonant rhymeScratching at the windWhile the clouds followThe motley footprints of the sunAnd treacles of morning delightStill hang in the air—Wisps of cotton candyTeasing our mouths openLike carefree childrenTo taste the last remnantsOf the day:A day we will never have again. Continue reading
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Feeling Regret
There is but a moment of silenceAn ephemeral shimmer of calmTeasing contentment at my shouldersBefore the pillarsGrounding this nonchalant facadeTremble with violent fissuresBursting through with a thousand snakesIridescent scalesStretched and coiledWith mock affectionBefore crushing my bonesWithout remorseAnd though the melodic lullOf my heartStrains through the dinScreaming through my veinsI am left restlessHeaving through the miasmaOf Continue reading
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Bad Days
There are days when My throat and nostrils Twist into clumps Of wet cotton And each breath Is a starved, desperate gag for air Helplessly brushing over my face Times when The door swings open To a cloudless world Without memory of the sun Through the thick webs Fraught with tripwires Digging through my ankles Continue reading
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Musings on Nostalgia
At first, the rain came like a flurry of snowflake kisses over my face. Light and gentle. It seemed only a palpable imagining from my thoughts. Of course, I don’t remember my head being full of such whimsy. But by the time I realized that it was in fact the clouds wringing themselves dry, I Continue reading
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Self-fulfilling Prophecies
Be careful what you wish forBut the tongue rages againstSuch reins and strapsSpits on the warningsOf guiding restraintIn defiant arroganceAnd without roamingBeyond the flanksOf its caged domainIt creates worldsLike a magic wandCommanding fateTo bend to its wilesAs unsuspecting realitiesCollideInto self-fulfilling propheciesConfounding the heartWhen the answerTo every mysteryHas always lingered—Tastes of bitter licoriceBurning at the throat Continue reading
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Whispers of Serenity
In the quiet of eventide, while he read and she wrote, the flutter of pages would fill their bedroom. Like the soft vibrations in a bird’s wings, catching the wind’s breath in its feathers. The scratches of her pen seemed to murmur in answer of her pensive mumblings. Sounds that often followed him to the Continue reading
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Kitsch – Weekend Writing Prompt #198
It seemed Granger’s Avenue attracted all sorts. Crazies. Magicians. Higglers. Sometimes even wandering clusters of orphaned kids. But strangest of them all was the dollmaker. An old man who left his kitsch creations on the gates of each house. Cracked, wooden caricatures that were sloppily painted with garish faces. Most cursed him as an evil Continue reading
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When Nature Grieves
Festering wounds Wrought within These broken words Emotions raw and rotted Filled with squirming clusters Of hungry maggots Devouring the remains Of a silenced voice While the winds billow Drenched in the sillage Of decay And the clouds hang low Heaving with grief For the dying sounds of hope Shattered on the rocks Violently thrashed Continue reading
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Beautiful Eyes
He appeared to her through thin feathers of smoke from her lips. She would have ignored him, but her gaze had already, unwittingly, acknowledged his presence. Over the soft jazz playing from the speakers in the bar, he asked if he could join her. Without much of an answer, shoulders lifted in a casual shrug, Continue reading
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To Know the Heart
ShadowedWithin onyx pupilsKeyholes swirl at the centerOf every marbled irisLocking awayThe true intentionsLying at the thresholdOf every human heartIf onlyIt were possibleTo possess the perfect keyThat could split apartThe meaningBehind every beguiling smileAnd revealThe honest murmursTraipsing every cordial wordOr is it sadThat it’s becomeSo hard to trustThe blooms of a smileThat could veilThorns laced with Continue reading
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