Within my grasp // joyous mishaps // begone you fickle mind outstretched // tripping up the merry dance // begone the darkness that roams my heart // begone the gray chains of day // as moon arise on starlit sky // begone my fears begone
I stuffed my belongings into into the suitcase
You were still asleep
Nicotine yellow fingers
Heart in overdrive fron latenight drinks
Your friend’s curly hair showing
I knew this was the end
But kept the ring just in case
I turned my back and left
The suitcase by my side
Wishing things
Would turn out
all right
By all
Prompted by a @maxmundan prompt: open and shut case
You can’t say you understand
Summer
Until you’ve seen the sun setting
Then change its mind
To rise again
Above the
Artic circle
I carefully removed the excess energy from the water, now solid to the touch. I placed it carefully in a container made of melted sand from the outer reaches of the Everground. Poured equal measures of potato based liquid and squashed up fruit. Then added insurmountable measures of water until the container was full. I watched the concoction settle, the fumes barely noticeable. The smell was pleasant, I the taste not so. Why is lack of fizz such a downer, how to make it decent? I don’t know
I suck at most things
But I’d suck your lips
Until you scream
Stop
I’d stop briefly
To smile
Then ignore your pleads
Until you die
I’m sorry but
those pathetic terrorist
in Munich
A bunch of wankers
Incompetent tossers
Even I
Without proper training
Would be able to kill
MORE THAN SIX PEOPLE
having three shotguns and numerous pistols
I mean if you are serious about killing
WTF
were you thinking
You are not serious
You are seriously lacking in the brains area
You probably not on tumblr either
So I’ll end my rant
Here
Arrogant colleagues / weak leadership / poor management / lack of responsibilities / suboptimal development process / hierarchical / a flock of headless chickens / unable to breathe / unable to commit / non-inclusive
#Just some of the reason I leave you behind
(how does layout impact perception ? )
#1 in my usual style
paint me
your dreams
on rugged canvas
let broken light cross
unwanted patterns of angst
relinquish your thoughts
succumb to heart beat
for guidance
consciously
dreaming
in colours
of love
#2 compressed with reading guidance
paint me your dreams / on rugged canvas / let broken light cross / unwanted patterns of angst / relinquish your thoughts / succumb to heart beat for guidance /consciously dreaming in colours of love
#3 word stacking
paint me your dreams on rugged canvas let broken light cross unwanted patterns of angst relinquish your thoughts succumb to heart beat for guidance consciously dreaming in colours of love
Did either of these stand out as being better?
They found him in the bedroom
The fan was still on although the heat wave was long gone
The bed was tidy, the curtains drawn.
The paintings on the walls hung neatly, straight and aligned
Red appeared to be the theme, abstract art mainly, though a framed painting of a woman in a red dress hung next to the bed. It was signed LT.
Next to the body was a phone, a modern smart phone.
I was not locked.
The dismissal of the screen saver revealed one running app, Tumblr
Text was being entered; a story never finished
A final message to the world
Never spoken
Never heard
“Sir, should I post it?”
“Does the world want to know?”
“Probably…”
“Then go ahead…”
She pressed POST and the world
came to
an end.
I tried
I really did
Three months
Daily
Not just nine to five
I did
More than was asked of me
But now the patience
Has run dry
There is Darkness is my heart
The fire extinguished
I’m flat
I give up
I resign
.
.
.
Prompted by a @thatrandomprompt prompt: capitulate
(I just wished this was fiction)
