Sounds Like …

The sound of reality breaking,
Or the soul violently quaking,
Is remarkably like glass shattering
A bullet through the shields
We never meant to let down.

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Steam on the Road

Things have been boiling over
Crescendo until ….
Trill
Then the clouds break

I couldn’t get a picture of the actual steam coming off the road without using my real camera but by time I got home and inside to grab it the rain picked up and the steam was gone. 

Insanity

I can’t assume this isn’t what falling into insanity feels like.
Memories amiss, blanket gaps in my revolving life show.
Yet something exists, just beyond the wall I’ve come to know.
Gentle waters stirred by an ever wandering, probing heart.
Diluting, circling, among the truths we can’t start.

Today’s random word was arise

Click here to generate your own word or feel free to use this one. 

45-57/365 Surprise!

You guys, I ordered a new camera lens. I’ve had my eye on it for a bit and finally had enough in gift cards and stuff to make a dent in the price. I got it today, early! Of course I had to play with it.

Picture post here we go!

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I have to kind of apologize for my backyard … Yard work isn’t my thing and it’s been so gross (hot and humid) that I haven’t spent the time outside on the flowers that I normally would.

Assumed Greatness

Sunday stream of consciousness/free flow writing. I have not written very much lately because I have been battling with SAS (the statistical program) for my most recent class. I’m in the last 3 classes of my program so I’ve been particularly busy. Also, a small plea, if you know how to use SAS for more advanced econometrics send me a message because we are not on friendly terms.

Prompt – Shadow – Word generator here

Music – Fantastic Negrito – Please Don’t Be Dead (new album, I’m still getting the feel for it but love it so far)

The shadow of your assumed greatness follows me, an assumed masterpiece reflecting back. Tucked into corners of misperception and illusions of grandiose you take credit for me while underscoring my need. A king of your domed sanctuary, a tyrant by any other name. A shadow crouching low, grasping at my ankles, pulling me back. The words that fall from your mouth increasingly sound of death. 50 rounds of ammo in 30 seconds but no sympathy from your gallery.

What Pegman Saw – Survivors Cave

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When I was small my mom took me on adventures, small escapes for our broken lives. Her favorite times were when we found soft chalky rocks.

“You can write with them!” Her smile was so beautiful as she scrawled across the red desert walls.

Small as I was, I bounced along beside her hoping for the chance to write my own manifesto. She laughed though her cheeks glistened in the sunlight.

“Of course, write your own! Then we have to go!”

I was always so proud of my small strange glyphs next to her perfect block lettering. I still remember them so clearly.

H.E.L.P.

It’s a heavy world we carry today, I think Pegman sees it better than any.

I didn’t really understand when he brought me to the cave … Until he pressed a soft chalky rock into my hand and told me it’s where survivors can write their names.


Word Count: 150

This was written for the What Pegman Saw challenge, every week a location is picked and a story is written in 150 words or less. Rules here and this weeks location, The Big Cave, Palo Duro State Park, Texas