life
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The Grim Reaper
The crows have gathered Wreathing across the grey sky Swollen with grief Before descending the crooked limbs Of an old oak; Bending their heads In solemn piety For the grim reaper Approaching with the shadows; Unseen to the natural eye Hooded cloak draping Grass blades tipped in crimson Bearing memory Of the place where she… Continue reading
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Tortured Ritual
Prepubescent inklings — Words still too rubbery And uncertain Clumsily pressed together Like a rushed project Past its final deadline; Filled with superfluities And a noticeable panic Hedging each line; Almost every page Reveals the same Nervous writing Baring the frustrations Of a tired mind Helplessly fettered To a tortured ritual Continue reading
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Drinking Habits
Coffee has become quite symbolic to me over the past year; the picture and fragrance of productivity. The smell permeates almost every office space I’ve entered recently. Even in my workplace, casual glances over my coworkers’ desks reveal proprietary mugs with telling stains. And for the more serious drinkers, there’s a mini coffee pot, either… Continue reading
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A Recluse’s Wish
Her junk email overflows in silent choruses of ‘Where are you’s’ and ‘We miss you’s’. She clicks through them all, feeling an odd sense of comfort. It’s all coding, she knows. A programmed sincerity from her neglected accounts that isn’t at all rooted in human concern. But it’s more than she’s ever gotten from the… Continue reading
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Unintended Neglect
Emptied boxes scatter the misted floor, collecting dust from ideas left too long in the shed. She kneels among the disarray of forgotten words – unfinished syllables and meager remnants of starved inspiration. Rusted and frayed. Breaking away like ashen sediments at the slightest touch. And she feels the wilting all around her as if… Continue reading
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Messages Left Behind
AffectionsWritten in bloodOr are these afflictions?It’s becoming hardTo tell the difference;To understand these emotionsBathed in scarletWishes kept secretInscribedIn the stoic, unbroken linesProbed by searching fingersDesperateTo understandThe cryptic messagesLeft behindBy a weary heart Photo credit; Avogado6 Continue reading
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Monday Morning Blues
Every Monday seems to be the same Endless copies of banal monotony That neither wind nor rain can change A day breathed in heavy sighs Dragging itself through the motions Even the sun Droops with a haggard indolence Sagging over the clouds— Grey with their own burdens Full of the Monday morning blues Ushering in… Continue reading
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Uncanny — Weekend Writing Prompt #205
The fortuneteller’s booth was a necromancer’s lair; filled with bones, talismans, vials and mysterious trinkets. But most uncanny was his hesitant grimace. “Are you sure you want to know your future?” She nodded. What’s the worst that could happen? This was my first busy weekend in a while. I didn’t get to write as much… Continue reading
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Where Happiness Is
Happiness seems a far way off, though it exists within. A pearl hidden in the framework of shifting bones, bouncing along every knob and groove to its own melodies of reverie. In and out of sight; elusive glimpses lost in the labyrinthine chasm where disappointments and failures intumesce. Trapping the mind into a helpless obsession… Continue reading
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When Love Comes
When love comesIt isn’t with the arrivalOf skittish butterfliesTeeming in effervescent flight;But more than thatIt rests, sublimeIn the lingering, intense heatOf an intricate intaglioBranded upon your heartThat you never truly realizedWas there all along… Continue reading
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