RegretEasy to doForgiveness, not so muchTrying to reconcile that nowAlwaysWorkingStriving for itMaking the most of itAny small success, satisfiesThe worldTalkingThat is progressSo much silence, alasDid little to solve our problemsIn tune
Tag Archives: Passion
Waltz
Not so idle hands will often betray words that ring hollow. We’ve heard it all before. Now you have to show me. No time for lectures. You chose your vice, I’m damn sure going to have mine. A heavy heart lashes out, still finding no solace. I can admit to sin. Words can be […]Continue reading “Waltz”
The Plunge
The plunge into madness complete, the visions suspect at best. One moment, the day is clear, white puffy clouds filling a sky so blue and bright, it burns the fingertips of the soul. In just an instant the same world plummets into darkness, a void in which nothingness reigns supreme, from a throne forged fromContinue reading “The Plunge”
Time
Wanting
She fills his slumber with visions of her beauty and magic. She charms him in a voice calming to his soul. He rides night and day searching town to town for her. Across the prairie, the desert, and through the deepest forest. She beckons to him in brief slumber. Seducing his waking moments. Possessed andContinue reading “Wanting”
Caught
Give me the truth, it is less messy.You may be out of practiceThe painter needs fresh oils and a willing surface.The deception you call art, left you exposed.But then, I was taught by the master where to look.She told me, don’t fall boy for any old hook.You did not cover your tracks this time.Leaving aContinue reading “Caught”
How
How might we express that timeA shared union, past tense sureReal and imagined, to some extentBound, yet also aloofWhole, complete, fulfilledAnd toxic tooOnce, that was usGone now, and for the best
Self Crafted Hell
The pieces in place, prepared to render justice for transgressions most human. A mortal plane of existence, designed to torment and punish the failings of an apathetic soul. Crafted in mine own image. An earth bound hell, built to hold the memories and stoke the regrets. The reminders of loss and what might have been,Continue reading “Self Crafted Hell”
Lace and Honey
Their eyes met in the realm of possibility. That scape where interests often collide. Sharing a curiosity, engaging in a little myth making. Together they forge nothing into machinations constructed to delight the imagination. Her beauty is evident, he also caught a glimpse of her strength. Her words soft and sweet, to him like laceContinue reading “Lace and Honey”
50 Word Thursday #13
This is my attempt at 50 Word Thursday #13 The rules are simple. Minimum 50 words, max 250, in multiples of 50. Using the pic (featured image) or the following phrase or both. “Holly found it quite impossible to suppress his permanent smirk. ” I changed it up this week, using only the pic. ThanksContinue reading “50 Word Thursday #13”