Nonsensical Pavement




Rumbling trees

Antidote unseen


At Mexican beaches

Tables fall

Cards fold



Lucid memories

Gold window panes

Nonsensical pavement



Round discs

Wound tight

Worn out




Left open

Crowds shoving



The Wrong Words

via Daily Prompt: Visceral


It’s visceral

The way words pour out of her mouth


Each one with a double meaning


Her hands move with violent grace

Daring you to ignore her again

Daring you to look away


She’s frustratingly magnetic

Drawing you in with raw desire


She’s fluid phrases

Loosely chained together


Her rants never end

She can’t let go

But she pretends to be flippant


She lacks class

She operates solely on instinct

Clinging onto the first chance she gets

Desperately babbling


It’s visceral

The way she glides across your mouth


It’s natural

That she wouldn’t stay long


It’s expected

That her words would last

Longer than either of you wanted


She can’t let go

As easily as she pretends


She’s visceral




Lost Connection

via Daily Prompt: Grainy


My memories are grainy at best

Worn out from viewing

Torn at the edges

It seems I forget a little more each time


I’ve left too much behind

But the crows have eaten my breadcrumb trail

Leaving me unable to return


You can’t move forward

If you don’t even have a place

To begin


They were my beginning

And my end

A circle I’ve already left



I thought I could forget

But my memories play



They’re beautiful

Without me in them

For I am a mere spectator

That would soon drift off


If it wasn’t for them


I’m caught in a web

Of lies

And love

Not yet forgotten


Intricate Shards

via Daily Prompt: Organize


He’s scattered

Thrown together with cheap tape and gluesticks

A mess of old photos

Forgotten scents

Long-lost melodies

And scraps of laughter


He’s not quite whole

He’s puzzle pieces

All from different pictures


He’s old newspaper articles

Outdated trends

Tangled yarn

Each piece a distinct color


He’s messy

But never confused


He’s a strange kind of confidence

The kind that’s pushed onto you

Forced into your bones by adversity


He’s sharp sea glass

A fierce type of beauty


He’s every form of alive

A being you can’t organize



via Daily Prompt: Delivery


“Your delivery’s a bit off.”

I step away from the mic and slip off my headphones. “What’s wrong with it?”

The producer sighs. “It’s too flowy. Remember the staccatos; your lines need to be harsh.”

“Look, it can only be so hard. If I accentuate every word like that it’ll sound unnatural.”

“Just try it.”

Rolling my eyes, I reposition myself. “Play the track again.”

He applauds when I finish.

It sounded wrong.


Ashy Mist

via Daily Prompt: Shimmer


I wish for a shimmer

Wish for a spark

For a flame

A fire



I wish for freedom

Not a home

Because that’s too much commitment

For someone like me


I wish for a matchstick

A lighter

To burn down my pillars

Smash my walls

Until smoke is left


I wish for water

To drown you in

To wash you away

So I can forget

The smell of fog

Of dew

Of waterfalls

And replace it with ashes


My Lies

via Daily Prompt: Casual


I’ve always been good at lying

And it scared me that people were fooled so easily


So when I called us “casual”

I willed my voice not to shake

And prayed that you wouldn’t notice my shifting eyes

(You’ve always been gullible)


I can’t pretend that I didn’t see your pain

(I’ve always been too observant)

But I can pretend that I don’t care


Even if it means a little less sleep

And a couple more shreds in my chest



I’ve been on vacation for the past week or so, which explains my short disappearance~ Hope you enjoyed ^^