Long-forgotten love,
growing like a bloom, your palms
belong in my hands
Today’s poetry prompt words were: long-forgotten, bloom, and palms.
I’m not gonna lie, I totally phoned this one in today because I didn’t do it in the morning like I usually do. I waited until the end of the day, after work, and I am burnt out.
Lesson learned.
But hey! A haiku that’s somehow related to nature, isn’t that… a real haiku?
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“But I didn’t!” she begged.
“You did! We watch it all, we know you did.”
“But I didn’t mean to,” she said.
“There are rules for everything, and they are rules for a reason. There is a reason we assign you jobs, assign you housing, assign you recreation time. You don’t need to know those reasons, you just need to abide.”
“I do not abide!”
“Very well. That is admission of guilt for Rule #6, ‘Never Fall in Love’. You’re sentenced to a life alone, because you don’t know how to – “
“I know how to love. That’s all … Read the rest
I have never had the self-confidence
to swagger and sway down hallways
or to dance like no one is watching.
I’ve never been limber, I’ve never
been quick, I’m never going to
fit anyone’s idea of charismatic.
But this is just my packaging,
my flesh suit I carry around
trying to impress everyone
with what’s inside.
Today’s poetry prompt words were: self-confidence, limber, and packaging.
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Do you remember
the nights we got so drunk
just for the hell of it,
just because we were
young and free and could?
Do you remember the time
a opossum got into the house
and we had to use brooms
to catch the bastard and
toss it from the recycling bin
into the front yard?
Do you remember
when we first met
how it felt like we’d
known each other forever,
like we’d already been friends,
maybe in another life?
It doesn’t matter how much
space or time divides us.
A part of you will
always be my home.… Read the rest
It starts with my heart racing.
I can feel it beating faster but I also feel it expanding in my chest, putting a pressure on that spikes my anxiety.
I tense up. I start panicking, it’s flight or flight time, and I’m used to flight. That’s the kinder, more obvious choice, but that’s not something I can do in public, or in front of friends and family.
Only in my mind can I fight off that which raises my hackles and makes me feel like I’ll kill or die to make it stop.
“Close your fucking mouth when you’re chewing!”… Read the rest
Everyone experiences the freefall once in their life, I would hope. I would hope that everyone knows what it feels like when their heart explodes in love and turns to gooey mush inside them. There’s a particular feeling of safety and satisfaction when you know you’re loved and cared for, but beware. This love is not a trophy, because love is not a game to be played and won. But remember, too, it shouldn’t be a fight; it shouldn’t be something you have to scrimp and save to be able to afford. True love is not spent or stolen. True … Read the rest
If I could remake the world I’d start with childhood and I’d keep it a lot longer. School won’t be about memorizing things, but about receiving the navigation we need to go out and be good humans in the world. If we’re late we won’t be called delinquent, we will be called dreamers who took a little bit too long staring at the sky or smelling a flower on the way. I have a whole list of things I would do to transform this world into a place where people are actually happy to be. The margin of error can’t … Read the rest
We knew from the very first moment that he was the one.
He fit the description perfectly – skin white as porcelain, black hair, black eyes, eyes that were a void, and terrible to behold.
He came quietly, opening and shutting the door so only the faintest whiff of smoke and light from the burning pyre made its way into the sanctuary.
At the altar, he turned and rose his arms, the smell of sulfur stinging our noses.
“Are you all worthy?” his voice boomed.
And suddenly we realized we weren’t, so we ran as fast and far as we … Read the rest
The rain is battering the skylight, and Bess sits close to the radiator, chilled to the bone.
Her eyes are glued to her computer, watching the little dot that was Mike moving away from her as she wept.
“I’m done,” he’d said. “I’m leaving.”
But she couldn’t let him go in weather like this. The rain would turn to ice at any moment. She had to go after him.
Bess sped as fast as she could to reach him, but the dark, icy rain was blinding and her tires were starting to slip.
They never found each other.
Or Bess.… Read the rest
