Your arrogance stripped me bare, Leaving me vulnerable, Open and exposed. Such easy prey. Was it fun for you? Breaking down my wall, Taking a peek inside, The bleak harsh reality of me. Was it a shock for you? Seeing me raw, Real, Neglected and scared. Was it too much for you? The perceived idea of me, Built brick by brick, Each one punctuating the demands of others. Should I have lied to you? Painting pretty pictures, Sm...
“I’m sorry, I wish I had better news.” The doctor wears the face all doctors wear when delivering news no patient ever wanted to hear. “Do you have any questions?” I nod, then smile politely, unable to find the right words. How am I supposed to react? What is the proper etiquette after being handed down this sentence? Thank you? Questions? I have to have questions, right? But all the questions I should have at this moment...
I am sitting with my morning coffee. My girl walks in and says "it's over." And just like that, she is gone. I watch from our kitchen window as she drives away. Taking the sun, the moon, the stars, and anything inside of me that is good. I am left a shell of the man she seduced five months ago. I stand frozen as my heart explodes. I think back to when she'd wake me as we slowly made love. But things change, and that's the...
A shadow of screeching silence in a silhouette of all my fears a nocturnal coronation of widow wax dark as the ferries of night of my fleshless anatomy dragging my melting crayon wrapped in loneliness listening to the agony as it drips my forgettable
I never expected to feel this close to you. In fact, I wanted the opposite to be true. I thought you’d be cold and let me go Maybe treat things like a joke. That's what I was after; a quick and easy fling An outlet of escape while I was healing. I know I get attached and I tried to keep it at bay Because usually it's not reciprocated and I get pushed away. But you surprised me with depth I didn’t see Even in your darkness...
In a tin can is a letter I penned, On the Tennessee River near Shiloh, While laying mortally wounded. Shot by a Yankee in a uniform of blue, In a peach orchard... 1862. As I cast my eyes on Heaven above, Waiting for the last cord of a harp, I feel your breath upon my soul, Carrying me home to Old Dixie And the pecan fields of home. Now I pass from Johnny Reb to dust, But with this letter I send my love, Enclosed with a bu...
Cotton candy clouds Above a sea of blue umbrellas Ripples dance across the water Specks of sand shine in the sun Fish fall prey to loons and gulls But outsmart the fishing rods Couples walk, and children play While music fills the humid air Afternoon breezes ease the heat As palm trees wave their fringe Chameleons scatter; crows caw Shadows grow long on the ground A look, a sigh, a smile A silly knowing glance This yard o...
She thought it but dared not speak. Marie leered at her daughter instead. She loved Tammi, but at that moment, Marie didn’t much care for her. Her child’s actions angered her. They embarrassed her. They reeked of weakness, failure, and regret. “Why, Biscuit?” Marie asked her daughter’s dog. The powder puff of a Pomeranian tilted her head after hearing her name, but dutifully remained on Marie’s lap, on guard and waiting....
Her dark heart smiled Beckoning them forth Her name dancing On silenced tongues Hail ye! Hail ye! Row upon blue row they stood Far as the reach of an eagle’s eye Loaded carbines on their backs Allegiance to her their hearts’ tempo To war! To war! Their chant rose up As thousands spoke With but a single voice Marching to their doom To victory! To victory! Undefeated in their quest For land and ill-gotten treasure As a merc...
I come from hell a naked Amoeba to enter a cell called flesh it is my tomb with some growing room through the eyes of my muse and the laudanum fumes pale as pewter eyes of dark's covenant the veil is rent I see her true my tendrils corrupt the heathen woman who is rightly adorned with vanity with a wondrous breath of death, I yearn turning the screw entombed exhaling a scent of eternal on the epiphany grail sickened grief...
It began innocently enough, Two people saying hello. What starts as flirty banter, back and forth, Becomes endless chatter, with hearts a-flutter. A timely request, thoughtfully sent, Starts the journey of new friendship. In time, as the conversations grow longer, A realization, something deeper is developing. Real life crisis of one, Brings compassion from the other. Separated by time and distance, Even an ocean apart. T...
“Wir haben, was wir vom Spion brauchen. Bringen Sie sie sofort herein.” The phone rang as I stepped into my black heels and attached my faux pearl clip-on earrings. Hugo put his watch on and picked up the receiver; the muted voices on the other end spoke German. After putting the receiver back in the cradle, Hugo didn’t turn around but just said, “Lotte, we need to stop by the office before dinner.” “OK, but let’s be quic...
Buy me a song of tomorrow holding hands with memories listening to the winds in the silence of a rainbow before the breath of dawn kisses the dew on your lips a shadow of my beloved as time becomes, another tomorrow.
no one thinks of solitude as violent but I feel like sometimes it wants to be doesn't silence ever get tired of being peaceful from witnessing so much? does it ever crave the violence of a scream like a lover's kiss? Lonely Alone Solitude is always equated with peace But So is death
Our power went out this morning. We received a text from a friend asking if we had power. No, ours is off. The friend said his went off mid-perk on the coffee pot. I said to my husband, "he has gone solar; how is he out?" My husband asked, getting the reply that Duke Energy hasn't hooked up his solar yet.
