35/365 Baby Blues



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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Whisper Your Name

I guess I’m liking the open nature of the prompt today. Two posts

WordPress Daily Prompt – Almost

I almost said your name out loud,
Like a ghost haunting the doors to my mind
You’re always there but rarely do I find …
But today,
I almost didn’t whisper your name to the clouds,
Instead I choked on the word,
Fearful that somehow you’d hear.
Our greatest fear has always been falling.
I almost hit the ground.

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.


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.


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.