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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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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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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Funnel Clouds and Silence

Word dump writing attempt, prompt – WordPress Daily Prompt – Funnel

Music of choice: Artist – Balmorhea – no specific song or album, just listening to them on Spotify.

Funnel.

Funnel clouds.

I’m from tornado country.

When I was growing up it would rain all winter, cold shocking rain that pierced your skin when it hit. When spring came the rain didn’t stop, it just warmed up but brought with it heavy downpours and storms.

Try explaining tornado sirens aka repurposed air raid sirens to people who have never had to worry about them before.

Or why the yellow sky sets me on edge.

But the purpling blue cloud of a man descending on our skyline doesn’t.

People seem to forget how quiet it is …

Right before the storm.

That’s not a saying just because, it’s true.

The birds know.

Beasts know.

When that funnel hits the ground …

They’ve been telling you.

It’s the same with all disasters, earthquakes …

Almost with human made ones too.

Heartbreak.

The silence almost always precedes it.

Hits to the gut, the legs, the back …

There was always unimaginable noise

Yelling, screaming …

Then silence.

Or at least a call for it, “shut up!”

The universe begs us to be quiet.

Listen.

There will be plenty of noise when that funnel cloud hits the ground.

It sounds like a freight train, rumbling everything around.

Walls start crumbling …

When I was in school they pretended that having us sit in the hall with our heads covered and our asses in the air would protect us.

It’s ironic that it’s almost the same position you end up in when life’s noise becomes too much.

On the ground.

Hands over your head.

After all, your most precious commodity is your brain.

You can break your spine,

Lose your legs,

Never walk again.

But as long as you can still think,

As long as you can still reach for that silence.

Understand.

My 10 minutes are up.


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Songs of the Lonely

“The lunatic is on the grass …”

Picture and a poem, what a treat neither have anything to do with actual treats though.

Picture day 2 of 365 is here.

Songs of the lonely
Coming through.
Tears on parade
With mascara running down their face.
Hands shoved into pockets,
Coats turned up to the wind,
As the band marches by
With armies of aching hearts
At their side.
Well look at us now,
What have we done?
Spinning, spinning,
The band marches on.
Brass and bracket,
Drum corp beats,
Perfect harmonies
For songs of the lonely,
Passing each other in the street.


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Did You See Those Fireworks

Welcome to 2018! That feels weird to write, where has time gone …

WordPress Daily Prompt – Conversation

The afternoon is beginning to slip away when I find myself sitting outside with you while you smoke.

Years of paranoia have taken root. I’ve spent much of our time frequently checking my surroundings, expecting my father, or someone he’s sent, to pop out at any moment and ruin everything.

You’ve been patient. You’ve held my hand while we’ve talked and spent those few precious moments together.

I watch you, next to me, staring out into the parking lot from our perch by some god awful landscaping.

“Why wouldn’t you kiss me?” It’s a simple enough question but I shrug. I want to, with every fiber of my being I do, but there’s a fear that’s deep rooted. If my father found out I was here with you …

“There were just a lot of people in there.” I’m still just a girl who struggles to explain and that seems like the safest answer. You let your cigarette dangle from the side of your mouth. An idea slither’s into my mind. As playful as I can I lean towards you and grab at it.

You were always more straightforward than I. “What are you doing? Stop.” As quickly as the playful game to get a kiss came, it’s gone, now replaced with a sinking feeling I’m all too familiar with.

“I’m sorry.” I whisper. “I just wanted a kiss.” If there’s frustration in your eyes I miss it. Instead you move closer to me.

“Oh yeah? Ok. Well, here, you can take it.” You lean in more, offering to play my silly little girl game. I hesitate only for a second before grabbing the cigarette.

Suddenly your lips are on mine. It steals my breath away, is this what a kiss is supposed to feel like? My heart shudders and the darkness behind my closed eyes erupts in color. You rest your hand gently against my cheek, letting your fingers wrap in my hair. I may be young still but I’m certain this is special.

In that moment every ounce of fear and uncertainty fades. There’s no one but us and I have no worries that we’ll be caught. In that moment I’m certain you’d protect me. It feels right, like this is exactly where I’m supposed to be; in this moment with you.

Somehow I’ve managed to keep ahold of the cigarette and as our lips finally part you slip your hand into mine and take it back.

For a second we stare at each other, electrified.

“Did you see those fireworks?” You ask quietly.


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