What I wouldn’t give to fully grasp each step leading here
Moments chalked into memory, easily given way to new rains
Collected in oiled steps, sliding back through the spectrum
Every fluorescent sound I’ve become, now unbound
A shadow on the memory, struggling to be seen, always seen, never heard
I am frozen
A shadow against your light
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.
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.
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,
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.
WordPress Daily Prompt – Relate
Sometimes I find myself lost
In the corners of the mind;
The deepest recesses of time.
Wandering far and wide;
Fields of glass
And rows of bouncing lights
Ricocheting from galaxies.
It’s always night,
The rain is always cold
And I’m always alone
With only a shadow to call home.
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