Re-shared for Fandango's Friday Flashback. This week’s picture prompt is from Polish artist Zdzislaw Beksinski. #MidWeekFlash - 152 When Father's car washed up along the beach, we knew he was truly gone. He'd not traveled far, just barely out of reach, but he'd been gone for so long. Twenty years have passed, Since Father walked out… Continue reading Into the Sea
Laughter echoes through an empty hall Faded memories that I can’t recall Where did I go? From where did I come? I can’t go with the flow if I’m deaf, blind, and dumb....
Skinny Mini took a bath and didn’t tell a soul, Forgot to put the stopper in and went right down the hole! Down, down, down she went,...
Thanks goes to Fandango's Dog Days of August #27 for his prompt, 'Your Favorite Beverage'. I've chosen to write an alliterative acrostic poem. Hope you like it! Caramel-colored Caffeine. Creamy Ounces of Organic Opalescent Obscurity Frothy. Foamy. Freshly Fabricated for Free Effervescently Earthy Espresso, Elevating Energy Like what you’re reading? Let me know in the… Continue reading Beautiful Beverage
Because of you My dream is coming true My path is laid, brick by brick, With every share and every click. My words are read Far and wide Though there may not be many eyes Yet I’ll never regret Sharing with you the worlds I’ve made, The lines I’ve laid, and characters in spades. From… Continue reading Dear Reader
The flicking and rustling of leaves, blowing along a gritty road in a whistling wind. Toenails tapping as a dog walks slowly around the bend. Birds twitter, and the bees are buzzing madly by the rose garden as water rushes through its fountain. A light scratching, Mr. Squirrel climbs his tree where chicks are hatching… Continue reading An Ode to Sound
Temperaments are a fickle thing. Over time, they inevitably change. I used to be a wild child, Overly-emotional and easily riled. As I've aged, I've come to see My emotions are the best part of me. I've allowed myself to continue to feel While others closed off when it got too real. I used all… Continue reading The Scars on Your Heart
I’m tired of coming in second place. Overlooked and easily replaced. Sometimes, I think this is just my fate. An existence I hate Is a life full of pipe-dreams. I’m doomed to obscurity it seems. I may be bitter but I don’t mean to be inconsiderate Or insinuate That I’m ungrateful In any way. I’m… Continue reading Author of Obscurity
Behind the red brick walls of a nondescript building, gathers a covert organization. Through the hallowed halls, under the gilded ceiling, sit the powers of the nation. There, they plot and plan, leaving the doors wide open for their cunning middleman to prove his devotion. It wasn't without hesitation, that I snuck onto the premises.… Continue reading Just an Experiment…
Little people in little places, Wearing masks to hide their faces. Running 'round in circles they've lost their way. Fighting wars for money but the kids can't pay... So there's little hope for the little people. Cause there's too much blame goin' a-round. So much hate - enough to drown. Is this all there is?… Continue reading Little People