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Hallowed Halls

I’m afraid the memory you left behind,
Trembling shadows racing down this hall,
Is fading away in the blistering light.
Scattering like stagnating dust on this wall
As every breath you ever dared me to breathe,
While I curled the emotions of a scared little girl into a fragile ball,
Beats against the very foundations of the house never really built.
And now whats left of those hallowed halls?
But a childhood picture-less and tear stained
With the bruises of spilled milk and stairs that never exist when we fall.

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Preordained

WordPress Daily Prompt – Suspicious (suspicious on Valentines Day wordpress? Really? What’re you trying to say?)

It seems suspicious
The motives that would lead me here
In this world where our demise
Is predetermined in the skies.
It’s no question about my fate.
It’s sealed in the tongues of gods.
Destiny has provided me a bed
In which to lie alone
In hopes I may awaken wise.
So pardon me, my muse,
For questioning this mirrored sable truth.
But it’s almost as if I could touch you
Although it’s for naught.
We’re preordained from the start.
You’re destined for greater things,
A glorious truth of which I’m certain,
While I’m merely reserved
A slot in the wall of sounds
Haunting hallowed grounds.


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