Posted in Word Prompt

No Good

Daily Prompt – Compromise

Punishing myself
Has done no good.
There are sins
I can’t atone for.
If I were who I’d been
Before,
I’d carve every fucking word
Into scars.
I’m not her,
She’s buried
Beneath bleeding,
Fleeting seconds.
So I stare
Into the blistering Sun
Instead,
Letting it set fire
To every small fiber.
Maybe the world is warmer
When you’re blind.
Maybe the pain will numb
When it’s your spirit
You finally find.

Posted in Word Prompt

Conveyor Belt Life

WordPress Daily Prompt – Conveyor

You stole my breath
My words and my heart
While I retraced my steps
Down this conveyor belt
To find what’s been lost.
Even though I move
Steadily away
The belt churns forward;
No regard for all this time
I’m begging to save.
Some say there’s a light
At the end of the tunnel.
I’ve never believed
In that plan.
Our time on this ever moving path,
Fleeting and over in a second,
May be the only turn we get.
I don’t mind
If you take my hand,
Share my words
And hold my heart while it mends.
You don’t have to steal.
I won’t run.
This belt grinds forward
Despite our flaws.


The Perfectly Imperfect Bunch

Posted in stream of consciousness

Here We Are

Stream of thought writing, I guess this is going to be a weekly thing now –

Prompt – Inkling

Music – Steve Reich – Works 1965-1995

Inkling.

It starts with a drop, a spot of ink infecting, spreading in the water.

It was all so clear

Until

You loosed the ink composed of your fear.

Now it’s here, spreading, floating, clouding

A situation we thought was through.

Tied up and tossed aside

Like a neatly composed pile of trash.

But here we are

Lost in each others eyes.

At least I am.

I have a feeling

You are too but we can’t, can we?

Inklings aren’t enough

They don’t spread through the veins,

Becoming all we are.

Do they?

Be still, they say, let it be.

Let it disperse, the way ink should

Eventually the floods will carry it away.

Except I’ve been waiting

And it’s still here

Floating and spreading

Infecting all we’re becoming.

But of course

They say

There was never another way.

The inkling was always there

Just hidden away by fear.

You’re not scared

And I’m no longer afraid …

So what is this inkling that remains?

Time inches by

Sand through the hole we’ll never hold again.

Spread by the wind like the ink in water.

How many seconds has it been?

How long until this dam breaks

And our infested waters overflow

Carrying away everything we know,

Our fears?

Our belief?

Time’s up.


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1/365

I love writing but I also love other creative endeavors. Sometimes my mind gets burned out on words and I turn to other things to fulfill me creatively. I’ve been snapping photos since I was in middle school. As a way to shake things up and challenge myself this year I thought it would be neat to see if I could get one picture a day that I posted here. If it comes with writing great, if not, great.

What better place to start than selfie heaven. This is probably the only picture of me you will ever see on here other than my profile picture (which doesn’t really count because it’s just my eye).

This is your fearless author. I’ve been up since 430, at work since 7, it’s now after 6 and I’ve only been home for less than 20 minutes.

The holiday’s have exhausted me. Life lately has exhausted me.

Sometimes I feel like I could sleep for days on end but I can never slow down enough to do that.

Relax?

What’s that?

My school holiday is over today so I will be reviewing school work for the evening.

The new year has set me on a good creative start but I’m not sure I want any of it to be seen by public eyes, at least not yet.

I have bags under my eyes. They’re perpetual. I don’t think they’ll ever go away.

I’ve had acne because dairy is apparently in fucking everything.

I’m not wearing make up because fuck that, that’s why (although I do have make up and I do wear it).

In the time it’s taken me to write this I’ve gotten up and sat back down at least 10 times.

I’m not going to try and look pretty.

I’m not going to duck face.

Or myspace angle.

I’m going to look just as stressed as I feel.

This is your fearless author.

Day 1 of 365 done.