We heard Death’s voice today
As It whispered in our ears
Another friend has gone away
Just as we had feared
We felt Death’s hand today
As It rested upon our shoulders
The crushing pain has come again
Put upon us like a boulder
We said goodbye to Death today
As It called Baxter’s name
His paws clicked as he walked away
And with his brothers, he’s gone to play
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RIP Baxter (04/14/2020). You were a good friend to my sister and my mom. You kept a piece of our grandparents with us. You reminded us of Dodger and Jasper before they passed. You were a sweetheart who played the part of cantankerous a**hole and still you were loved for it. You will be missed and your place can never be taken. Have fun in your healed body and say hi to Jasper and Dodger for us.
September 19th
She fears its gentle hands have found her again. It whispers in her ear all the things she shouldn’t to hear. The truth long gone, her heart long since battered, she welcomes the cold. It hollows her out. Vacant of emotion. It’s too late when she names it. #Depression
September 20th
In the state of #jejune, we were all consumed by our fables. We were a unique center whose storms were unlike any other. The Gods aimed for us, small and insignificant though we KNEW different. But then our eyes opened. We wore others’ shoes and heeded our empathy.
September 21st
Their trunks, china cabinet, and every nook and cranny served as a #cache for their precious items. The house seemed willing to burst at the seams with their collections. It was a glorified storage unit filled with the sentimental. She worried it would go up in flames
September 22nd
The world is full of the #esoteric. It haunts the realms of math and science. It teases everyone. But it belongs to the artists most of all. The ones who draw, paint, compose and write for themselves, hoping some will understand. They bare their hearts for acceptance.
September 23rd
Wanna know what I think? she asked all of a sudden.
What? His eyebrows raised above a curious gaze.
I think life is a marinade in which we all #marinate. It’s experiences, people, and choices are all the spices we added, She smiled and nudged him, Don’t you think?
September 24th
The clock chimed #twelve in the middle of the night and summoned the witch from her workings. Her feet bounced down the stairs, jostling the book she held in her arms.
Ah, there it is, she said while flipping through the aged pages. Clearing her throat, she began to recite.
September 25th
The abyss was #tempting, as always. It called to her in seductive whispers. It threaded its fingers into hers, holding her hand, pulling. Her shoulders drooped in defeat and matched the dark bags under her eyes. The image in the mirror wasn’t her so why continue?
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.
I don’t know what to write.
Ringing fills my ears
And my voice is a faint whisper.
Words vanish as I reach for them
Thoughts die in vain
And all I want is to fill this page.
Light a candle, say a prayer
Maybe someone out there
Will send me something to say.
Sorry for this crappy poem
But this bug has made my body
Its vile home.
Robbed of health, I cannot write.
Here’s hoping tomorrow
This will be set right.
