Tag: memories
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Crumbs
I’m a little bit messyIn life and in loveMemories splatterOver walls and stale clothsAcross my shirtDown my chinA touch here and thereFragrant remindersOf a life I missedStick to my lipsCrumbs, ravagedForgotten details I pick upAgain and again
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Fire Starter
I walked my dog here from the time the rain smelled of flowers through heated summer pains. We grew old here, grey hairs cropping up like pine needles. Soon we were covered with avalanches of them, prickly and sticky like aches and pains. Needles gave way to winters and snows heavy with human sorrow. I…
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Everything That Ever Was – What Pegman Saw
There’s something to be said for being an empath in an abandoned city. It seems everywhere I step is full of energy, an oddity considering no one’s lived here for decades. The air still hangs thick, even on the cool days, it’s electrified. A man once asked me exactly what I saw in this old…
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Friday Fictioneers – At Last
Fat raindrops rolled down the window pane accompanied by the ever present haze of city living. Ghosts of years gone by stood silently silhouetted against a dark, starless sky. Lights from the spire sprinkled to life in a dazzling glaze. A gasp caught in her throat. The sign she had been waiting for. Her Prince…
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Golden Light
Sunday thing. Bubble Music – The Echelon Effect on Spotify shuffle (I do this a lot you see) We blow bubbles into the golden sunset, Memories trapped in worlds we struggle to relive, Reflecting rainbows, shimmering golds We whisper our secrets into bubbles And send them off to shrouds of secrecy Beyond prying eyes and…
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Smudged Charcoal Memories
Stream of Consciousness Writing Attempt – Wordpress Daily Prompt – Candid Music: Alberto Giurioli – once again I’ve found myself just shuffling on Spotify, no specific songs or albums Candid. I have photos in my mind, candid pictures, frozen in time. Of you, me, the world as it wishes it could be … the way it…
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Street of Dreams
WordPress Daily Prompt – Dubious I don’t know that I’ll ever understand Why I do this to myself. I know where this path leads, This dubious street filled with dreams. I walk it over and over, Shuffling through the shattered memories. They poke and they prod, Stirring the most sensitive parts of me. Yet I…
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When Time Was Elastic
WordPress Daily Prompt – Elastic When time was elastic, Stretched between two points Like a rubber band straining To hold a twig from snapping in two, We jumped here and there. Moving choices, Changing voices, Then the band snapped; Trapping us in strange places Where skies are blue, Unless they’re grey, And memories of When…
Kelley Farrell 