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Right or Wrong

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Someone once told me that I was too sorrowful
That it changed my look, that I wasn’t pretty enough
I laughed in his face with my embodying humor and grief and said,
“Sir, if you can’t relate, then you’ve never felt anything before.”
My life as my rough draft
My appearance as the emotions found deep inside me.
I reflected
while hidden within the darkness of dusk
I sat unobserved
while longing for a connection
A silent wish for another’s soul to break my solitude of awareness
I realized in that moment
that there was never a
Right or Wrong
way to being happy
That I could inherently discover joy among the stars overhead and
the scattered rocks beneath my feet.
A reminder that even during my loneliest thoughts,
I am never really alone.

I am grateful for balance ❤

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Window

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‘Everything is illuminated’ within the borders of reality
This habitation of wavering echoes of light and sound that form shape and then dissolve
Looking through the barricaded Window towards this world of obscure clarity, I witness
Flashing strobes of color that blind eye and influence thought

To be on the outside of the Window is frightening, lost in the unknown
With the concealed answers of truth shadowing the possibilities
My fingers spread apart as my palms suction to the glass, oh to feel it!
The muffled vibrational energy flowing into being and recognizing life
How does one exist within the darkness only to live to pray for enlightenment?
While we wait practicing, by spending our days and nights cradling bits and pieces of the awareness like a newborn child

As an endless parade of figures, we march past the Window pane; do we all wonder what sort of power can break through the thickness?
Like caged animals we pace, back and forth parallel to the threshold, craving the next handout
The floor worn down from the many various feet who have travelled the path before but
Never questioning this unintentional battle of rationality of anticipating our wishes granted through careless promises to appease the minds

I march among the others, never seeing their faces or hearing their cries
But the emotion sticks to everyone like a humid sweat and
Our feet are soaked from the tears that we’ve cried
“I won’t go on!” I declare
A snarl breaks loose from deep inside my chest
I howl, growl, as a rabid dog looking at death;
My animalistic response to this complacency

I push and shove those vulnerable to my assault, other people blinded by uncertainty of decision
“The Window is MINE!” I roar into the hollows
The sound of voice extinguished by the intensity of denseness
If only as a reminder to the feelings of being alone

Clawing, kicking, slamming fists upon the Window glass
Motivated by the movements of self and the progression of events
My elbow cracks and the pain consumes, blood trickling down my arm to my hand
Lightning sparks and a spidervein weakness slowly appears on the Window;
Shedding a passion that I’ve never felt before, erasing all feeling of the body

I continue my beating, throwing my weight into my hands
Leaving bloody prints on the Window to announce what I have accomplished
Even as a ghost covered in my own blood, I can see my reflection in the Window
Now, forever smiling with the satisfaction of what’s to come

I am grateful for new opportunities ❤

Away They Go

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~In my head this is played with an acoustic tune through a variety of minor chords and finger pickin’. Feeling the home grown roots tonight! I hope you enjoy :)~

She was sitting on a curb
Pillow and blanket in her hand
Watching the cars fly by
Seeing the predicament they were in
People boxed away in their
Containments of metal and glass
She turned her back to them
Feeling their fire burned up
and turned to ash

He floated down from the sky
A Kerouac book in his hands
And sat next to her
Like good ol’ lost friends
He talked about nothing
As strangers often do
He shot up from the ground
After a minute or two
and she waved goodbye to him

A light burst from the sky
He came back down to Earth
Grabbed her by the hand, and said
I could use some comfort and warmth
He took her on a trip
A journey of possibilities
Taking her to the house where she
Dreamt of knives and heard her own screams
and then he left her there

The murderer tried, yeah he did
He tried to kill all of us
She ran away from him
She ran away from them all
The girl found herself
Standing on another curb
Throwing out a thumb
Getting picked up by a trucker man
and he said

“Death will surely find you
Sooner or later he’ll come
He’ll have Bright Eyes you can stare into
And an instigator’s tongue
Telling you your stories
Until you think you’ve heard enough
Yeah, that death will show up
on your doorstep
Wearing a suit vest and
a shaggy haircut.”

And away they go
Off into the sunset
Away they go
Off into the sunset
The time is NOW, when
the shadows catch up with the light
And away they go
Off into the sunset

Away they go
Away they go
Away they go

I am grateful for all of my old neighbors who loved to play music at every gathering ❤