unattainable: a limerick.

rain.

The beautiful love I longed to attain
Blew away as if stolen by a hurricane
I searched but could not find
That which will never be mine
Now tears fall from my eyes like rain


Mind and Life Matters limerick poetry challenge – prompt: rain
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why I feel like a writer.

calvin and hobbes.

why I feel like a writer (sometimes).

J (on vacation this week) and I took the kids out for a late lunch today. As we exited my car and got over the breath-sucking 95°(F) humid air, we saw a couple step out of a giant white SUV near us. They were dressed in a business-like manner. All proper and neat and such.

J: I hope they didn’t get dressed up to come here. [Casual yet incredibly delicious Mexican restaurant]

Me: No… they obviously came from work… from some office. And that’s not his wife. It’s some coworker with whom he’s having an affair.

J: So they came here in plain sight in the middle of the afternoon?

Alex-O_McGarrett-gun

nice gun. guns?

Me: They don’t have to worry about the wife catching on because he already murdered her. They’re here to celebrate. But the celebration will be cut short when sexy McGarrett and the Five-0 team show up.

J: You’ve lost it.

Me: Yeah, I know. That can’t be right… we don’t live in Hawaii. Sucks.

J: Yeah, that’s the issue. Seriously… what is wrong with you?

Me: I write stories. And I watch too much television.
[Also, bite me.]
[Okay, I did not say the ‘bite me’ part. But I thought it.]

flower.

[I know I’m not special… I’m sure many of you invent stories about random people… but I wanted to share with people who ‘get me’… plus I love my fantasy man…]
save me.

save me, you sexy beast.

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the ride.

roller coaster.

the anticipation exciting
the climbs unnerving
the twists sickening
the drops frightening
the ride thrilling
the end calming
the exit saddening
the anticipation exciting…

swash.

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midnight. (haiku)

midnight girl.

When midnight arrives
The darkness hides everything.
You will never know.

swish.

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art: deviation by llrcz.deviantart.com
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better love.

Don’t you hate when you love an artist or a band… and you cannot wait for their next release… but when it happens, you’re disappointed? I get that they grow and evolve and all that. But it sucks when they change so much that I just don’t love them anymore. It feels like a lost a friend. A really good, very intimate one.

But…

hozier - better love.

That is not what happened here.

I have been dying for new music from Hozier… because he is brilliant and I can hardly bear listening to anyone else right now. This has been going on for weeks. So… when I heard there was a new song, I got nervous. Yeah, I’m a freak.

Of course, I worried for nothing, as I often do.

It’s just one song… but I’ve had it on repeat for days. It is one of the most beautiful songs on earth. And he wrote it for Tarzan. Fking Tarzan. He just makes everything beautiful. And I get an incredibly talented man at a piano… sigh… a very close second to a talented man with a guitar.

I hope you enjoy it. I’m sure I’m enjoying it enough for everyone. But… if you hate it, I’m not sure I want to know. Especially since I have no idea how that’s possible.

grey hearts.

Disclaimer: The opinions expressed in this post are mine and are, of course, super cool and accurate.
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deep enough.

window girl.

It felt good that day
Talking and smiling
Laughter.
Maybe that is happy
Is that happy?
It doesn’t feel deep enough
To be real
No need to think
Stop analyzing
Just enjoy…
Oh.
Darkness inside me
Creeping around slowly
My parasite
Waiting, ready
Always ready
Gatekeeper to my soul
Snatching, sucking, inhaling
Anything lighter
Than blackness
That dares enter
Maybe that is happy
For the plague inside me.
It feels deep enough
To be real

swish.

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here’s what I think.

Here’s what I think…

Rather than post a late fiction friday installment this week, I’m going to take the week off. Oh… and unless something superbly amazing happens today, I’m going to skip the weekly perk, too.

take-some-time-off

I’ve been writing the fiction, and it’s going well, but I may not feel ready to post until tomorrow. But tomorrow I have my nephew’s birthday party to attend. So then it will be Monday. But John is on vacation all week, so at times, it will feel like I have three kids instead of two. So it may not be Monday either. And soon enough Friday will come again…

I’ve gone 32 weeks without skipping any fiction friday posts (and 23 weeks for the weekly perk), so I think I can live with myself for this.

And I know ‘Amy‘ doesn’t mind sleeping on ‘Greg’s‘ chest for another week. God knows I’d stay there…

 

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the first.

first kiss.

Oh yes
I remember
The first time you kissed me
I can still feel your lips on mine
Those sweet, soft first kisses
I remember
Oh yes

divider dots. red.

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