Posted in Word Prompt

We Are Ladies (In All But Make)

I am frozen
A shadow against your light
A doubt
Buried under the weight of your greed
I’m all but cast aside
A pawn to be thrust every which way
Attending the needs
Which cloud my skies
I step lightly
Across your back
I stomp gently over the cracks
We are ladies in all but make
Soothe our skirts
Remind us again
With supple bruised skin
What’s at stake

Random word generator: product

Word of the day challenge yesterday was genesis

And the Ragtag Daily Prompt is articulate

All the birds with all the words.

Now I have to go back to work.

 

Posted in stream of consciousness

Assumed Greatness

Sunday stream of consciousness/free flow writing. I have not written very much lately because I have been battling with SAS (the statistical program) for my most recent class. I’m in the last 3 classes of my program so I’ve been particularly busy. Also, a small plea, if you know how to use SAS for more advanced econometrics send me a message because we are not on friendly terms.

Prompt – Shadow – Word generator here

Music – Fantastic Negrito – Please Don’t Be Dead (new album, I’m still getting the feel for it but love it so far)

The shadow of your assumed greatness follows me, an assumed masterpiece reflecting back. Tucked into corners of misperception and illusions of grandiose you take credit for me while underscoring my need. A king of your domed sanctuary, a tyrant by any other name. A shadow crouching low, grasping at my ankles, pulling me back. The words that fall from your mouth increasingly sound of death. 50 rounds of ammo in 30 seconds but no sympathy from your gallery.

Posted in Word Prompt

Bucket

I’ve got a bucket full of memories.
I spill from my deepest estuaries.
Like blood from fresh cuts,
Across the beds of my fingers,
Driving down to my thighs
Where the rivers run deeper
And the water bleeds darker.
My bucket fills with hazy days,
Dark specters and figures
Blending with the nightly shadows,
Caressing the darkest pieces
Just beyond the noise.
You bring me silence.
You bring me quiet.
You build dams to my scars;
Stopping the flow to my bucket of hell.
I’ve never found one like you before,
A soul that beats so close to mine.
Your blood flows darker,
Deeper,
Divine,
Through this bucket of mine.
You touch the chaos,
No fear etched across your face.
You try to take it all away,
Try to steal my bucket of time.