Blasted. A word which brings to mind a scene of a grumpy middle aged man cursing rather loudly in an unappropriate situation. It’s hard to imagine someone of a younger age using such a word. Blast out of the sky; into oblivion!
Ayesha
He watched the rocket shoot into another world, another journey, watching it blast away till all that was left was smoke…he would never see that rocket again unless it returned, that was his first ever rocket he had seen blast off.
Noelle
she blasted into outerspace with a mind full of regret. she wanted nothing to do with the world she left behind, but oh, how she missed the sweet summer days with the love of her life. he would kiss her and call her sweetheart. they would lay and watch the stars that she is now living among. “living the dream” has never been more accurate. i guess i never should have taken 11:11 wishes so seriously.
Mylie
you said goodbye to me
your yellow eyes rueful
your sizzling hair blowing
with an ill wind
it takes a year, maybe two
til i see you at the bus stop
same volcano eyes
same hurricane hair
still magnetic, although being
the calm before a storm
i open an umbrella, avert my
gaze, turning sick with regret
you know what they say
about lightning and same
places? darling if you struck me
again, i wouldn’t have survived.
Blasted. A word which brings to mind a scene of a grumpy middle aged man cursing rather loudly in an unappropriate situation. It’s hard to imagine someone of a younger age using such a word. Blast out of the sky; into oblivion!
He watched the rocket shoot into another world, another journey, watching it blast away till all that was left was smoke…he would never see that rocket again unless it returned, that was his first ever rocket he had seen blast off.
she blasted into outerspace with a mind full of regret. she wanted nothing to do with the world she left behind, but oh, how she missed the sweet summer days with the love of her life. he would kiss her and call her sweetheart. they would lay and watch the stars that she is now living among. “living the dream” has never been more accurate. i guess i never should have taken 11:11 wishes so seriously.
you said goodbye to me
your yellow eyes rueful
your sizzling hair blowing
with an ill wind
it takes a year, maybe two
til i see you at the bus stop
same volcano eyes
same hurricane hair
still magnetic, although being
the calm before a storm
i open an umbrella, avert my
gaze, turning sick with regret
you know what they say
about lightning and same
places? darling if you struck me
again, i wouldn’t have survived.