Hey guys, i’m not dead! I wrote a poem and everything. Read on for delicious teen angst. -.- Heartburn You are bad for my heart. Premature ventricular contractions, Unexpected palpitations, Chronic pain that no Clinically proven prescription can palliate, With prolonged burning from passions Long since passed. All you’d left was a hole, And I was defective. Recovery is slow, I’m still clogged with thoughts of you, But the heart is a muscle So I’m working it out to be stronger. Remission lulls into complacency, So relapse is swift, acutely reminding That chronic pain is persistent. It is a return…
Flash Fiction Friday #38: Obeah Ting
FINALLY!!! i am sooo sorry i took so long to do it :/ tried something a little different here, please comment on its effectiveness. fff#38: (starter) what i/you/he/she/it/we/they didn’t know… What she didn’t know was that I would do for she. She was rubbin up under my man when I tell she to stop it an she never take meh on. Well I had tell her I was a obeah woman too an she didn’t listen to dat neither. Yuh see granny had d gift and mummy was to get it too but mummy say dat was simmi-dimmi foolishness an…
Frustration
I’ve been feeling it so long I’ve forgotten it’s name. It comes and it goes, Like the tide With its ebbs and flows, Like the moon It waxes and wanes, It is never really gone, Just lingering behind sight, Lulling with monotony Like waves crashing Against the shore, Till I’m waist-deep In despair, waiting To cycle out.
Ode
*NOTE* this has been edited. and i’m much happier with the edit. Ode Your voice is sweet and slow like honey dripping off a spoon, And the way your lips caress each word; parting is such sweet sorrow. Your scent intoxicates my being With its murmurs of power, Hints of vice And the lingering notes of fixation. Your pendulum see saw hips hypnotize my eyes So I play right into your smile When our eyes meet, time moves poco rit, As you weave your spell on me And when we touch, the heat crescendos, my heart beats staccato allegro And…
Posting
I haven’t been posting lately, and I’m incredibly sorry. I’ve been having difficulty coming up with something for the last fff, and generally, I haven’t been writing, (though I’m working on something currently). You can keep up with whatever other random things that interest me on my tumblr Wander Lust and Fever Dreams, where I sometimes write about things that are important to me, but aren’t fiction. I DO INTEND ON WRITING SOMETHING FOR FFF 38. I just haven’t figured it out yet. Best regards and apologies, Ishara LeGreat
Flash Fiction Friday #37: Une Nuit Dans Les Bois
fff#37: (inclusion) pair, pare, pear, peer, père, pier. “They just don’t respect us any more, Anansi. Hunters come and go as they please, and they don’t tell the stories like they used to. Ask the children who Papa Bois is and they think is some guava switch to jumbie them into behaving good in school!” His leafy beard rustled as he shook his head. “You complain, Bouchon, but at least they talk of you. You know who they replaced me with? That stinkin’ Brer Rabbit. A rabbit! What part of Anansi the Spider-man did they miss? Cho, thinking about all…
Flash Fiction Friday #36: Charisma
fff#36: (inclusion) paw, poor, pore, pour It seeps out of your very pores, What ever it is you’ve been blessed with, You’ve been anointed with, Your cup is overflowing with it, And the poor fools that Paw at your feet Lap up the lagniappe that pours From your chalice.
Call To Worship
The artist has no comment. I come to your temple to worship, I’m on my knees at the altar, Give me the wine, Let me taste your body. I adore with word, Thought And deed, Let my lips sing your praises. Let me worship at your temple, And when I call your name, It will never be in vain.
Flash Fiction Friday #35: Rites Of Passage
First fff written for the new year. (not the first given eh… this one is a good 2 and half weeks old…. but it was hard to find something that wasn’t dirty.…) fff#35: (inclusion) spank, drank, thank, stank, rank “Drink it nah boy!” Jason hesitated. The clear liquid in the purple plastic cup stank. In fact, it smelled almost exactly like the methylated spirits his mother had used to clean his grazed knees last month. The same mother who would deliver the spanking, no, it was safe to say he would receive a cut-ass for this, if she found out…
Fruition
(Clearly i’m on a roll today! must be the no sleep). The words form like fruit in the tree of the mind, If left too long, the birds of distraction Peck away, leaving only, and even then Only perhaps, a husk to make more fertile grounds. Pick it too soon and hope against hope As you force it to ripen that comes out right, But the skin is too green and the flavor is wrong, Though sometimes you can catch it at Just the right time, and nurture it in a Paper bag, and when it is ready, Even through…