I (Don’t) Know

via Daily Prompt: Recreate

 

“You’ll die if you keep living like this.”

“I know.” I don’t know how to change.

“God!” She throws her hands in the air. “It’s like you don’t even want to try!”

I stay silent.

She shakes her head.

I should fix this. “I…” don’t know how.

She’s disappointed.

“I’ll call you later.” She says; leaving.

I’m sorry.

But it’s too late to redo this.

To recreate myself.

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Fake It

via Daily Prompt: Anticipate

 

“I’m really anticipating your performance!” She says with a grin, making a few marks on her clipboard.

“Thank you,” I respond, averting my eyes as she reaches for her walkie-talkie.

“Yes, bump down the backlight a bit… Good, good, lock it!”  The woman paces away with a wave.

I take yet another deep breath. Two more performances.

The current dancer finishes. One left.

The lady comes back to push me closer to the stage. I gaze through the curtains and give up on controlling my racing heart. All or nothing… go big or go home, right?

She’s done. The announcer says my name.

Focus.

I glide on stage as the first beat escapes the speakers. I can’t see the audience, which is an instant comfort.

Quick!

My mind is blank. I’m relying entirely on muscle memory, freestyling slightly more than I should be.

But the thing is… I can’t bring myself to care. Here, I’m different. I used to fake this confidence, but here… it’s real.

I smile.

The song’s almost over, and I throw my whole being into the last verse. Faster, faster, faster, more feeling, keep it neat, keep moving, down then up then step, get lower, more power, faster.

I blow a kiss to the faceless claps and dash away as quickly as I can.

Backstage, a blonde girl gives me a high-five. “Good job!” I somehow manage to respond with a heartfelt thank you. I want to compliment her, but I couldn’t watch her routine. She walks away when my dance teacher confronts me.

“Awesome! You did so well.” She hugs me, and I laugh, embarrassed.

“…Thanks!”

Fake it ’til you make it, right?

The Wrong Words

via Daily Prompt: Visceral

 

It’s visceral

The way words pour out of her mouth

Powerful

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

Instinctual

Beautiful

Wrong

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

Behind

 

I thought I could forget

But my memories play

Again

 

They’re beautiful

Without me in them

For I am a mere spectator

That would soon drift off

Again

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

Harsher

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

Burns

 

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 ^^