The Sum

WordPress Daily Prompt – Total

 

I have things to say,
But I just can’t get them out.
Not in the eloquent beautiful way,
Not in the form of a song.
Everything we’ve done,
All these steps have led us
To these moments.
I don’t want to go,
Please tell me
I don’t have to.
The sum of everything,
We’ve ever done
Is right here
Disappearing into your eyes
Catching with our breath.
Take my hand and tell me,
I don’t want you to go.

 

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The World is on Fire

WordPress Daily Prompt – Imaginary

It lives in my head,
The thing with no eyes.
Teeth sharpened on fear
Gnash at the gates.
Tongues split like snakes
Reaching for a taste.

The world is on fire
And she walks with it.

It lives in my mind,
Moving quietly through,
On claws made of soul.
Heaving breaths
And empty roars
Exhale ash and ember.

The world is on fire
And she moves through it.

It lives in my paper,
Scrolling with the pen,
Curving through the words.
Twisting and breaking,
Echoing laughter,
Slinging from page to page.

The world is on fire
And she scribbles with it.

Feel

WordPress Daily Prompt – Survive

Your words make me feel alive.

I know you’re not speaking to me but in that moment it doesn’t matter.

Because your voice makes me feel.

Things I thought I knew,

Feelings I thought were gone;

Everything comes back when I hear you.

And I’ll jokingly say that you fuck the mic,

And maybe you kind of do,

But that’s ok because without it

I wouldn’t feel anything at all.

 

Living Life in Harmony

WordPress Daily Prompt – Harmony

Another actual blog! Looky there.

In honor of today’s prompt and record store day 2017 I’m throwing out some beautiful harmonies and melodies that get me through.

Music has always been a huge part of my life. I was raised on the likes of Pink Floyd and Jimi Hendrix and I’ve delved into many realms since.

I’ve listened to everything from full orchestras to pure industrial like Skinny Puppy.

Music has had a profound and deep effect on me throughout my life. Whether it’s been through early memories or making me feel something when I thought I would be broken forever …

The right piece at the right time can truly save a person if you allow it to.

Without further ado, here’s some music I love:

Pink Floyd: Wish You Were Here and Pink Floyd: Meddle – Although I grew up listening to Pink Floyd these albums were my first intentional experience with them as a pre-teen/teen

Jimi Hendrix: Blues – This is a compilation album of blues songs that Jimi sang/covered. Some are live versions, some are studio versions. Some were unreleased. They’re all pretty fantastic.

The Jimi Hendrix Experience: Axis Bold as Love – Essentials.

Joy Division: Unknown Pleasures – I love Joy Division.

Skinny Puppy: Too Dark Park  and Skinny Puppy: VivisectVi – Because Skinny Puppy.

Speaking of Skinny Puppy and industrial music

Nine Inch Nails: The Fragile – My first NIN album

Muddy Waters – All of it.

Speaking of Muddy Waters and Rollin Stones and Catfish Blues ….

Robert Petway – Thought to be the earliest recording of Catfish Blues, though possibly not the first person to sing it (there’s a whole history there, look it up, very interesting).

Black Rebel Motorcycle Club – These guys are an incredible part of my life, I have to credit them for reminding me that I wasn’t broken forever. I would recommend any of their albums *even Effects of 333*

Break of Reality – I originally started listening to them because I heard some of their covers but their original music does not disappoint either.

The Dead South – A bluegrassy type band that hasn’t disappointed in the time I’ve been listening to them.

I’m going to wrap it up here because I could literally go all day.

Last Rain

WordPress Daily Prompt – Scent

I remember it like it was yesterday. The sweet scent of fresh rains filled the air. A warm breeze moved through the tall grasses; oh how they swayed, coming down low and tickling my face before swinging back towards the sky. Frogs and crickets conducted a symphony by the water as it lapped gently against the rocks.

The stars, the tiniest of pin pricks against the deep purple sky, glistened beyond the remaining clouds.

Out there I could be myself. I could relish in the dirt under my nails and my wild hair tangling in the wind. I could hold flitting bugs and slimy lizards as close as possible in hopes that they would tell me their secrets. Perhaps they would tell me what it was to be free.

I could hide in the darkness in my nightgown, listening to the rattle of the gated city behind me and digging my toes into the sticky mud at the shore. I could kiss the frogs in hopes that one would be a savior.

When the sun finally began peeking over the horizon and the sky filled with fiery pinks and oranges I would sigh. Weaving through the tower tunnels and slipping slowly through heavy doors I would cry. As the warmth cleansed the air of the scents of fresh rain I slipped, dirty and none the wiser, into clean sheets.

I had always hoped that the scent of the rain would haunt me and that one day it would reveal to me it’s secrets.

As I stand on the dried shore, the dirt cracking beneath my boots, I realize that haunt me it has but I’m still none the wiser to the secrets of the rain.