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Outdated trends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┬áto 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 ^^


via Daily Prompt: Tea

It’s nearly midnight. My eyes burn from staring at the same assignment for hours on end. My mind is fraying; scorched at the ends (a matter of time before it explodes).

The pages blur, focus, blur.

Time trickles by. I’m the only one awake. It’s quiet (suffocating).

The teapot sits before me. Steam overflows out of my mug.

The pencil stays untouched.


via Daily Prompt: Harmonize


A resounding crash

A clatter

The pounding of fists on doors



Cracking glass

Cracking masks



Discordant cries

That once harmonized


Scattered piano keys

Scattered red strings

That once tied them together


Rotting hearts

Left alone too long

That stopped reaching out

A millennia ago


Pounding fists

On doors that closed

A millennia ago


Cracking glass

Pushed back

Thrown away




The wind whispers

As it throws them apart

Yet again

Spiderweb Tightrope

via Daily Prompt: Savor


I’ll savor every moment of being a child

While I still can


Before the sun makes me bloom

Without consent


Before I stand in the center of a spider web

With paths in all directions

And one just a little thinner than all the rest


Of course I’d pick the tightrope


But I can handle sleepless nights

And loose change rather than bills

If it means the tightrope isn’t broken