September 30th
A family gene
that jumped over her
#Charm
She couldn’t
Not with a filthy mouth
or dirty mind
Honesty in every word
She couldn’t
Not with a fearful heart
or dark soul
Her pain wishing to spill
Her family
#Charmed
Friends from foe
Neighbour
Stranger
But not her.
October 1st
My #identity is pasted on plastic cards
With a name
My height
My birth date
My address
But I am more
than a shitty picture
and basic details.
I have a voice
A face under my mask
Paper and Plastic
don’t define me.
October 2nd
#Trust is another thing
that rusts.
Breaks like a chain.
Nobody’s mistake.
October 3rd
This sword is sharp
Meant to cut
Render flesh
Into ribbons
Draw blood
With a jab
It’s thin
Like my #patience
Worn down
By quick words
And quicker stabs
Perhaps it’s best
I wield a wooden weapon
At least
Until I’ve proven
My #patience is stronger
My lips sealed
October 4th
Like a sun inside
The light fades
And #dims to darkness
Hides behind frowns
Forgets how
To even smile
She tries to rekindle
Reignite the flame
But the wick remains
Unburnt
The lighter flashes
To life yet drains away
And she remains
#dimmed
September 21st
Everything decays
Rots away
To become #ruins
Glorified
As it dies
Living relics
Attractions
For the masses
Til its gone
The tragedy
And mystery
Of life
September 23rd
Tears wash the soul
Nourish the heart
Cleanse the dark
Like the #rain
We danced in
As children
Carefree
And naive
Life’s burdens
Yet on our shoulders
September 24th
I wish to #stitch
a stunning mask
to confound
and astonish
I wish to #stitch
a matching cloak
to keep secrets
and mystify
I wish to #stitch
a wonderful lie
to become my life
and satisfy
September 25th
Darkness was always there
Filling the air
in thick, rolling clouds.
The thunder was loud
after the flashes of lightning.
You would have thought it blinding
except it was familiar
even the shivers
it sent down your spine.
It was divine.
It was #Castlevania.
September 26th
My #luggage seems light
Laughable
I hide it away
Screaming internally
Can’t let them see
I’m vulnerable
Struggling
Gasping
Fighting my demons
What else is there to do?
My burdens are mine
Guilt is there
If I share
And so I lock them up
And battle myself.
September 27th
The waters still
Shimmer and shine
Beneath pale moon light
Her face is reflected
Ivory skin
Speckled by sunlight
Green eyes blossom
Like new buds
On a growing tree
Nature’s #mirror Is friendlier
Than a stranger’s gaze
She welcomes the image
Strong and powerful
Another weekend has come and gone and I already long for the next one. I find them relaxing in such a new way in the fall. Here’s hoping Autumn will help me blossom.
Anyways, I tried to not to be too repetitive with this week’s set of prompts and I think I pulled it off. Not gonna lie, I feel I have lost the sensory aspect of my writing and I’m trying to tap into it again. Working on my description that way as it were. So here’s hoping that’s noticeable in the future!
September 17th
The wolves prowled the ground, tracking the scent until they came across their prey. Low to the ground, they crawled forward in the dense grass. In the quiet evening sun, their paws dashed forward in thunderous waves. Their #carnivorous fangs sank into the fat of the calf.
September 18th
His warmth welcomes her, leaves her #infatuated with his presence. His words soothe her, teaching her to love who he is inside.
But their souls?
Those meet in the dark nights, wrapped in need and want for each other. Connecting their broken pieces for one whole being.
September 19th
The path into the dark is never lined with light. It’s a #cavernous descent into the bowels of one’s own soul. Eyes adjust slowly to constant night and it’s left to one’s imagination how the trail begun. But it is home now. Its warmth and smell of brimstone there always.
September 20th
In the heat of the moment, passion #devours the mind. Thoughts of laundry and chores vanish. And they’re at the edge, the peak, the tiptop of release. They disintegrate into a husk rocked by wave after wave of climax. The body controls the wheel and only lets go after orgasm.
September 21st
In the depths of her bones, in its very #marrow, were the answers to her abilities. And she couldn’t let him harvest it. Struggling against the restraints, they frayed and snapped, freeing her. She grabbed the thin shaft of the scalpel and lashed out at the doctors.
September 22nd
My #garden lies barren. Its soil hard and unyielding. There are no weeds to pull, no flowers to tend. Instead it weakens further, unnurtured. The sun dries it and the wind kicks at its dust. When the rain comes, I fear it will be too late. Another patch of death.
September 23rd
The #Equinox seemed to approach faster this year, leaving her frazzled. She ran her hand through her hair and collected the stones she owned. The polished black of the hematite called to her and she held its rounded edges in her palm. This will do, she thought and began.
Once again, it is a day later than I planned, but it’s for a good reason. I’ve actually been engaged in social activities with family members for once. This is very rare for me as I am that kind of loner who sits at home in front of the computer.
However, maybe this all is a sign of things to change. Maybe I will have a bit more of an adventure from the safe walls of my home. Who knows?
anyways, this is one of those new prompts I started doing over the past little bit. I hope you enjoy these very short poems!
September 5th
I long to #push past
these obstacles made of doubt
that sabotage me
September 6th
Her #shadow cast
by the evenin’ sun
was the giant
she wished
to be.
Its footsteps larger
than the nightmares
that came to call
in the night’s
dark hours.
She tried to remind
herself of that
tucked under
her covers
but
her fears grew
until they consumed her
once more.
September 7th
On swift wings
#Nightfall approached
Its pitch black feathers
fell in swarming shadows
and chased the light
in a playful game
A girl sighed
head rested on hand
in her windowsill
At peace in the dark
she moved to her desk
and lifted her pen
to write
September 8th
In the cold room
he relived memories
picking them apart
for the #omens
they contained
Will-o-wisps
seemed prevalent
dancing on the edge
of his life
but never touching it
He could recall
deaths in vivid detail
of friends and family
until he was alone
In the cold room
September 9th
Emotion is danger
too much
too little
tips a scale
both divine
and cruel
It can fill
the cup
to the brim
or evaporate
both host
and vessel
empty
Let go the
anger
hate
rage
jealousy
envy
they say
it causes damage
to your mind
wears it thin
with time
Teach me how then
September 10th
Waters #follow
the bends
curves
hills
of a land
marred
scarred
defaced
by human hands
Soon Fires #follow
the dried
leaves
trees
rooted in ground
unloved
forgotten
forsaken
by human hands
Then Deaths #follow
the lack of
food
water
on a barren Earth.
September 11th
Good and Bad
Happens in threes
The #Attraction
Forms the link
Like dominoes
Positive attracts positive
Negative attracts negative
It’s a cycle
And it will last
Longer
Than
Time
I say it’s a game
But then
I’m stuck
In the cycle of Threes
September 12th
Walk into the
#Shallows
Walk into the
Hollows
of your own
Heart and Soul
Take a gander
Take a stroll
The mucks and mires
are there to console.
Search through
Cracks
Follow the
Tracks
You’ve made them
Inspired them
Colluded with them
Walk into the
#Shallows
September 13th
Leaves spin and twirl
Like dreidels in the wind
Teased and taunted
By nature’s whim
Crisp flakes of snow
Kiss #green grass
Burying it in warmth
As time begins to pass
Seasons dance as long lost friends
Sharing the same tune
Until the world’s end
Happy rainy Thursday! This was meant to go up yesterday but time got away from me.
This is one of the prompts I have started to do on Twitter and I plan for it to up on Wednesdays. Make it a… Hump Day sort of thing.
Just like the very short stories, the prompt word has the ‘#’ in front of it. Feel free to take those words and write something around them, inspired by them, or etc!
Hope you enjoy!
September 5th
Her nature was #bellicose in every sense of the word. Small issues became fixed grudges that called for violence in hopes of resolution.
But she tamped down the need for confrontation. You catch flies with honey, not vinegar, she reminded herself and forced a smile.
September 6th
His bare feet carried him further from the house he had called home. The cries, shattered dishes, and poorly patched walls were behind him. His tears blurred his vision but the bite of gravel told him to stop.
Sat under the oak tree, his mother’s voice screamed, #skedaddle, again
September 7th
She twittered about her cabin, attuned to its energies, and grabbed various vials. With measuring spoons and cups, she poured ingredients into the cast iron cauldron and stirred.
Singing the spell, her #melange bubbled and simmered the rainbow of colors. It was done
September 8th
She would serve as the #conduit tonight and the fear it sent through her curled her toes. Shivers ran down her spine and her heart beat furiously inside her chest. She was suffocating within her own skin and helpless against their wishes.
She heard them call her.
September 9th
His mind created insults as sharp as blade to slay himself. The words were grenades, blasting him #asunder. The onslaught was endless, the booms echoing in an eternity of repetition. His skin tingled to life as his heart wished to crumble. He continued on in his shell.
September 10th
#Prisms were transparent, relaying rainbows across the world. Their presence a blessing, a joy, uplifting to those with one in their life.She was scarred, cracked. She absorbed the dark like a sponge and kept it to herself. Basked in it. No #prism to shine light.
Misty fog receded towards
forlorn shores
left untouched
by human
feet.
Waters crashing against
forgotten sands
rang out
in the
stillness.
Sapphire seas kept
their secrets
from prying
gazes.
Oh, to be a fish
in those
dark
reefs.
Why I keep writing
It gives purpose.
It builds a home.
It joins lives.
It allows for calm, peace.
It fills a void.
It answers a call.
It sparks life.
It sedates anger, fear.
It adds to the light.
It takes from the dark.
It mediates experiences.
It awakens love, hope.
It is medicine.
It comforts the breaking.
It builds the broken.
It breaths help, justice.
It takes time.
It ages and dies.
It is born again and again.
It thinks on life, death.
Kember's Journey 