Freely throw me overboard – even with zest, with oomph, with a determination boarding on aggression. Then go about your business as though your vessel were secure.
escalating tones: her
sultry voice in my mind.
Tincture of her soul
implanted in my nerves,
neglecting the blood
emerging from my heart.
Destroy this thing inside me.
I’m destined to be the one who never falls,
who seeks forgiveness through all their faults,
that loses control through the best of the days
in the mind of the father in the eyes of the priest
and I’m stuck holding on to the one that I love
because I can’t let her go,
even through I’ve betrayed every inch of her body
my scars are healing, but I’ keep making more
Balderdash! he yelled,
enraged by young lust.
Wriggling his white,
arthritis plagued hands
’round in tight circles.
Eager for his wife.
But she was sleeping,
Waiting for him to
arrive by her side.
Rest together in
Teeming, sluggish, filled with the stenching, heady breath of life, with nowhere to go but up.
Blunders are packed
loosely into my back pocket.
Another rejection, another
silence, another lie, another
thoughtless expectation without
explanation as to why I
deem it necessary to feel.
Blasted to the past from the burning joint on the table,
forgetting what was to forget what’s now.
Losing my mind through the blaze, growing unstable,
throw more wood on the fire. Melting down
from a someone to a snake skin. I’m not able
to express myself through pencil and pen.
The officer stared at the girl coldly. She was on her knees, afraid to even look up. The officer gave a few short commands to his men. They made no sense to the girl.
He leaned down and pressed his hand into the soil. It was hard and very, very cold. Tremors ran through his weak body; he knew he could go no farther. Laying flat beneath a cold, yellow-grey sky, he let his eyes close at last. A harsh winter wind blew across the empty tundra and over his still form.
He shows you a world you could lose yourself in, a world that is more beautiful and terrifying than anything you have ever seen. You love him for it, intensely, and promise that however long it takes, whatever you have to do, you will work until you can give him a world all your own. One that matches his in majesty.
He knows that she know and they both keep wondering why the other doesn’t do anything about it, the elephant in the room. “Their relationship is deteriorating, a friend observes, and apparently they want to stand there and watch it wither.” But the truth is that they are paralyzed by fear.
The people scattered in front of him like so many particles of light, spinning and racing away. He couldn’t see through the glitter in his eyes; maybe they were just dancing. The drums behind him vibrated in his ears.
The cool glass of eggnog did little to sate her thirst, but it was creamy and comforting. And it was delicious. The holidays just weren’t the same if there wasn’t a steady supply of the stuff.
He pushed his foot harder against the break, his hand sweaty on the gearshift. His heart pounded and adrenaline rushed through his body. He had waited years for this. Today, he was determined to shine.
We both know the truth. That’s the sad thing. The truth will never set us free. It will just hold us in the chains it’s linked together and padlocked to the cellar floor. I can apologize through what you perceive as lies and paint the truth, but you wouldn’t listen anyway.
All too soon we grow up. Leave home with grand ideas and adventurous plans. We take for granted those years when we were children, living in the comfort and safety of our parent’s warm homes, and think we will only find more of the same. And each and every one of us is mistaken.
So I just recently came back to OneWord after a long time away. I had forgotten how totally it manages to obliterate writer’s block. I love it so much!
Out of all the shapes I know, the square is my favorite. It’s very orderly, precise. No strang angles, no wobbling sides. It’s dependable.
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