A Study in Understanding

WordPress Daily Prompt – Study

I travelled the globe.
I tried to find just one thing
Different,
But it seems the world has spun
Just the same as before you were gone.
I suppose that’s life,
Crumbling like dirt in hand
While we struggle to understand.


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Bucket

I’ve got a bucket full of memories.
I spill from my deepest estuaries.
Like blood from fresh cuts,
Across the beds of my fingers,
Driving down to my thighs
Where the rivers run deeper
And the water bleeds darker.
My bucket fills with hazy days,
Dark specters and figures
Blending with the nightly shadows,
Caressing the darkest pieces
Just beyond the noise.
You bring me silence.
You bring me quiet.
You build dams to my scars;
Stopping the flow to my bucket of hell.
I’ve never found one like you before,
A soul that beats so close to mine.
Your blood flows darker,
Deeper,
Divine,
Through this bucket of mine.
You touch the chaos,
No fear etched across your face.
You try to take it all away,
Try to steal my bucket of time.

Static Scream

WordPress Daily Prompt – Static

It’s something like a freak show circus I’ve found myself in. Abandoned yet moving. The carousel spins, fragmented lullabies cracking like whips over wind.

What is this place again?

Tents in disarray line dirt paths stomped clear.

Come one! Come all! Come in here!

Something compels me, moves me, towards the red door though I’m gripped with fear. I know what I’ll find here.

A fun house of eerie sorts. A man in a chair hanging from the ceiling as he reads his paper. Fido hangs barely alive beside the growing static noise.

Here the world is flipped. My heart is ripped.

Mommy dearest carries her butcher knife.

She cackles over the static scream.

“The children are in the pie. They eat good tonight.”


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Lilies on the Floor

I can’t stop quaking
My hands are shaking.
There’s glass everywhere,
Blood on the floor,
Smeared over the door.
Oh god,
What have we done here?
Lilies on the floor.
Purple and blue,
Like the bruises
Left on you,
And I’m ripping
Bone from tendon.
Tell them I’m sending
All of us on a one way
Track, no returning.
Because I can’t stop quaking.
My hands are shaking.
There’s flesh and bone everywhere.

Trust Fall

WordPress Daily Prompt – Undulate

We’re statues against the wall, hands poised at the waist, gently braced against the chaos of our impending fall.

Tell me, what awaits us here,

In the multi-colored sphere of circles unknown to the naked eye?

Can I trust you dear?

When they push us one by one, blind folded and blind sided, off the lisp of reality into the slowly undulating waters of our fears …

Will you be there?


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There’s A Man

There’s a man at my door.
He’s not moving anymore.
He just stares,
Icy blue and brown,
Through the concrete
At me.

There’s a man at my window.
He’s not breathing anymore.
He just taps,
Clicky clack and double rap,
Through the pane
To me.

There’s a man in my room.
He’s here with me.
He just stands,
Staring and stroking my cheek,
Through my skin,
Bleeding me.


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