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. Thanks

Longing in Reality

He catches a glimpse of it often. Though it never manifests straight on. Only revealing itself, in his peripheral. The sight is enough to chill his soul. He accepts that it serves to torment him. To render his punishment for the failings inherent with mortality. Disturbing his slumber, bringing terror to the cold darkness of

Laugh

Does she still laugh at silly things. I haven’t heard it for so long. There was a time back before our lives took separate paths, when we would finish one another’s sentences. Her laugh would hold me spellbound, it was like an addiction I craved. That kind of connection in my experience is rare. I

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

The Curtain Fell

Foolish to linger.  There is a balance to the delight.  You both played your parts. Often it is manifest in fleeting affection.  The curtain fell long ago. Tis better to remain oblivious to the likelihood that your world will be pulled asunder. You wanted to take a bow.  Giving the heart ample opportunity to cling

Woeful Tiny Tales

  There are certain truths, that have been with me now for nearly a decade.  A list of ideals that served as a reminder. A testament to a scorned heart.  Notions such as ‘She talked about trust, but forced me to learn forgiveness’. ‘She talked about redemption, but left me in hell’.  Foundational passages like

Lanham Cinquain

These are a few American cinquain.  I like the rhythm of these. *Some harsh language*   Hello Girl my old friend How are you, I am fine Do you recall the love we shared Me too   In there You will find it How much do you require Take the whole thing it won’t expire

I Lost

The way your eyes danced when I made you laugh. The shyness, you still had, when I kissed you deeply. The fact your face was the first thought my mind found, when a familiar song started. Honestly, that still happens. When you whispered those words, that you later admitted couldn’t be true. Those words, that

Solace in silence

Silence golden, if eternal Beckons to me from afar Soothing and calm, almost maternal Am I ready for its embrace Peering beyond the veil Looking for a port to stay Filling the days with mediocrity Were it you in my arms, I’d be ok I lost, yet not sure you won Anguish fills your verse

Tear for two

Her words are carved deep into the signposts of this journey.  She speaks with a wisdom, a knowledge of life, it should require lifetimes to amass.   She captivates me. Delighting me with her stunning tales of torment.  Allowing me to know her sorrow. To caress her pain. I had thought once, they were a