Hey everyone! Happy Labour Day, if you celebrate it!
I was enjoying the four day weekend with my hubby, but he’s fallen ill. That means constant snoring is in the background as he naps. Fingers crossed he gets better soon because it sucks when he feels so shitty!
Personally, things are starting to feel more normal since Jasper passed away. I’m crying less, but the last couple nights, he’s visited in some wonky ass dreams so I don’t know what he’s playing at!
That all means my very short stories aren’t as sad, depressing, or negativity. Some are, dare I say, hopeful.
Anyways, hope you enjoy!
August 27th
Lies are #tangled webs
That thrive
When the Truth
Dies
Alone and unspoken.
Lies are poison
We drink and spread
Like dinner rolls
Passed Clockwise.
Lies are the half truths
We trust to soothe Pain
That claims
Our minds
And dines on our hopes.
Lies are vicious Weaponry
We wield.
August 28th
His strength was a #fragile thing, hid behind stone walls made of pure silence. She longed to shatter them and cherish the words he would whisper. But he was a statue. The odd crack pierced his thick skin and his soul was beautifully broken in those moments of despair.
August 29th
The sweet #million tomato plant had grown beyond the garden’s borders. Its vast collection of ripening fruit blocked the zucchini plants and choked the other tomato plants. Roots provided strength to endure the storms that came and went. Yet its own weight toppled its branches.
August 30th
#Somewhere out there lies the reason she exists. If only she could separate it from life’s numerous obstacles. Instead, she wanders from problem to problem, fixated on everything, everyone, but her. If only the voices would stop shouting, putting fresh tears in her eyes.
August 31st
#Forever, she swore on their wedding day to stand by his side. His screams in bad moments didn’t deter her nor his dark days of depression. Their shared laughs and smiles united them like the knots they tied in matrimony. Together they were strong and she would remind him. Always.
September 1st
Street lights remained barren as the #gloaming descended. The asphalt paths were seas of black. Curtains blocked shut windows and multiple locks clicked into place. Any hint of light vanished as the people waited in fearful silence.
The scratching was heard first.
September 2nd
#Love is a stitch, a knot
It ties lives together
Loose or tight
Its thread can break
Wear and tear
It can be replaced
With #Love again
Tender touch
And words of care
Can repair
A broken stitch
But take heart
Best not to break
A bond of #Love
Fire and brimstone in her fury filled gaze
Burning her enemies, forever scarred.
She dances around the ashes and blaze,
A wicked smile bears teeth, her face unmarred.
Death abounds, surrounds, holds her in its maze.
A game she thought to play, leaves her in shards.
For Wrath creates victims, ripping out hearts.
Lives left damaged, long after it departs.
Poetry soothes my soul with its directness and metaphors. It is a friendly creature, but changes it form, consistency, just like water. I have not written a poem in some time, it feels, so here is one today. (I forgot to include Saturday and Sunday plans in my writing schedule. Oops!)
Something that you feel will find its own form. ~ Jack Kerouac
And I would ask to die,
If only I knew
I wouldn’t be leaving you behind.
You’re the beat of my heart
My light in the dark
And the words you speak, so kind.
You’ve kept me up
When I would fall
And held my hand
When I wish to stall.
I hold you back
Yet you love me still.
I mar our lives
Yet you march us uphill.
Your quiet spirit
Pushes me forward
Though I struggle to see
Our future, it’s blurred.
I wish to die
To unburden you.
To let you live a life
You chose for yourself.
Instead, here I am
Filling our lives with strife.
You’ve kept us together
Keeping us strong
Taunting our demons
Inside us all along.
You’ve shielded me
And lifted the sword
But this battle is ours
Not just yours.
I will fight beside you
As I should’ve from the start.
Shake off this weakness
And finally take part.
Forever and Always
I vowed to you.
Thank you, my love.
Kember's Journey 