Silencio"¡Pero no dije nada!"Silencio1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
TeeterWhen I wake,Teeter9 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
among the stars,
on the brink
between dreams and reality.
It’s so easy
to see through the
between waking life...
and the power of Imagination,
that same other world
in a sea of dreams.
HelpTurning away...hoping you'll chase me.Help1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Silencio (Version 2)"¡Pero no he dicho nada!"Silencio (Version 2)1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Two PoemsPainted over with the years’ blemishesTwo Poems9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Old. Battered. Familiar.
Case chased with filigree colored by tarnished silver
Kept in the bottom of my knickknacks drawer.
Even today, I can still feel the warmth of his fingers,
The heat where he held it, nested in the palm of his hand.
Winding the key, as he taught me to do,
Always counterclockwise, turning back the time,
Time measured in seconds, minutes, hours, days, years, and lifetimes
Colored by the memories of those who pass beyond it,
Held in reminiscence by objects left behind.
A fleeting messenger that heralds both
The birth and death of every plot and scheme,
That hopelessly entwines the strands of fate
And cuts the thread of life we all must weave
Can ne’er be understood through measured count,
Though every second ticked its weight has felt,
And when it swift is passing, this is but
A construct of our human minds in vain
Attempt to comprehend the limitless
And vast entwinéd river that is wrapped
Around our very being.
Sans regrets: Part II"I miss you."Sans regrets: Part II1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
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Forests of the Mind"And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything." William ShakespeareForests of the Mind8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the forest my thoughts
ring unnaturally loud,
like a voice on
an open stage
when nobody’s around.
Stories unfold in my mind,
new leaves in the spring
unfurling from pale green buds
like butterflies emerging
from their chrysalis,
the pages of a never-ending saga
written in birdsong
and soft, wind-rustled branches.
My mind flows like the brook,
smoothing the rough edges
of my narrative, fluid and free
until time catches me
and my thoughts are drawn irrevocably back
into the endless revisions
of the real world.
Sans regrets"I love you."Sans regrets1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
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Growing UpSix-year-old calls from college.Growing Up1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She promised him forever....Forever never lasts long, does it?She promised him forever.1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
CrowBarGot hammered.CrowBar1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Star LightI used to stare into the nightStar Light1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Reciting the words my mother taught me
I wish I may...
Cold seeping under the closed window sash, my fingers leave wet, misty marks
on the pane
Hoping you would be okay
Trusting fate to bring you home
The crashI saw it happen. Miles awaya flash of lightNo sound, like a movie
Dark clouds covering the milky way.
Now I sit
Watching this haunted star
No such thing as magic.