Watching from afar, i wonder what it’s like to be wrapped in your arms.
Flash Fiction Friday #30: Charmer
fff#30: (inclusion) snakecharmer, citrus, book(s) Not quite sure if i got what i was supposed to do quite right, but no scene 🙂 The snakecharmer plays his instrument and sways, serene, almost oblivious to the fact that the very breaths he takes enthralls the creature before him. So it was with me and him. The melody of his voice drove me to distraction whenever he spoke to me, and the movement of his hips when he walked away hypnotized me. But he wasn’t oblivious to the effect he had on me. Oh no, it was quite the opposite. He read…
Fluff
I’m being very mean to these two pieces and posting them together because they’re both fluffy bits of silliness…. Like I like you. Stupid me. Stupid you. Me for liking, You for being so likeable. But alas, So be it, I like you. There’s the first one. And this is the second. Maybe Maybe in another life, If I still weave words And you still write symphonies, I’ll write you sweet nothings And whisper them in your ear While you play me a song That only I will hear.
Writers’ Insomnia
I write best late at night. Maybe it’s the silence that forces me and my thoughts to spend some quality time together; a silence that is interrupted only by my fidgeting, or the clacking of the keyboard or a pencil scrawling across paper, or the lack of people bothering or observing or disturbing with their mere presence. Somewhen between midnight and 3am on a good night, when everyone else is sound asleep, my mind is full of ideas, keeping me from sleep and forcing me awake until I let them out. My suspicious mind thinks that anyone who happens to…
Flash Fiction Friday #22: When I Drink
fff#22: (starter) when I drink (ah find d permalink! plus the link for the blog itself is HERE. also, i don’t drink. seriously). when i drink, the warmth trickles down my throat, settles in my tummy for a moment, then rushes off to curl my toes. the warmth then moves to my head to cloud my judgment, heighten my thoughts, and dull the reasons why i don’t think about them. the warmth then envelops me, heats the tips of my ears, then whispers into them, and tells me i’m invincible, and so i am. but eventually the warmth dissipates, the toes…
Flash Fiction Friday #18: Dance
Let it be known that prance is an incredibly UNATTRACTIVE word. fff#18: (inclusion) dance, glance, trance, prance, pants she enters as the music dims to announce that dj prance would be supplying the tunes for the night. the club is dark and the crowd moves, almost in a trance, to the carnal demands of the pounding bass. she makes her way from the bar, drink in hand, to join the mass of bodies pressed together as they dip and sway in time to the music. she takes a glance around her, and their eyes meet. she bites her lip and…
Just A Thought
All my qualms and worries about whether I’m cut out for writing dissipate when I realize that writing calms my soul in ways that no person or drug or possession ever can.
Speak
Speak to me, Write me a letter With your spray-paint pens And emulsion ink. Tell me your wants Tell me your needs Your dreams, Tell me what you feel Show me Yell it to me In the brightest colours Of your rage Your joy You passion Your sorrow Your visions of future, Past, Tainted utopias, And perfection in chaos Shout at me. Shout at me, Make me listen. And when I am listening, Remind me, That I too Should be speaking.
The Journey
The move from mind to pen, pen to paper, paper to keyboard, Word to world, Is a journey where thoughts are lost found replaced like baggage. Filled with love hate need. The need to be read shared understood. They cannot stay under wraps under your wing underappreciated. If you love them, begin the journey, set them free.
Ode To Cigarette Adonis
I’d like to make it explicitly clear that I am not a smoker and this poem is a glamorization of something that happened this one time…. Ode To Cigarette Adonis You slip outside, Cigarette in delicate hand, And your perfect lips Pull a pouty puff. You tap the ash away, And I feel it cry Anguished at the loss Of your closeness. I thank the fates Your languid draws Draw out my time To bask in your glory. I take furtive glances, Least the heavens Punish me For daring to stare At their most precious. You take your last drag,…