He stands on the corner amidst the sea
Watching the people flow down the street
With their tenacity and their gnashing teeth
Sniffing out a piece of Joe Don’s defeat
Hard hat yellow
Belt like espresso
Protruding blades and metal Continue reading “Galumphing – Carpenter, Cloud, Outer Space – SD”
Fire in presence/
Ice in absence
For the heart?
I’ll burn, I’ll freeze
Death by degrees Continue reading “Color Schemes – Red & Blue”
Rose, magenta, peach –
all ripple and weave on the
early horizon.
Steve D
Which would you rather have? Peace? Or Freedom?
If I could tear off my weighted wings,
For a quick taste of absolute freedom,
Would the cage-less existence,
Satisfy my urge to soar? Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #13: Wings”
I enjoy cliffhangers in novels. As someone in the marketing profession, I also understand why they are often used at the ends of novels. I’ll be just finishing up the story when the author throws a curveball, making me go Oh shit, how can you leave me hanging like that?! And then Book 2 comes out and I buy it immediately, because obviously I have to see what happens. It’s good business.
But as a narrative device? I’m becoming more and more skeptical of the end-of-book cliffhanger. Continue reading “Creativity Sessions: Cliffhangers as a Narrative Device”
Why rehash the silent past? Just:
Why?
Fuck you.
I have never hated anyone as viciously as I have loved you.
It seems as soon as I’ve loosened the noose my desire slipped around my heart,
You tighten your hold. And pull the leash, ripping open anew old gaping wounds,
Started by my affection, moved from infection to deadly disease –
Tearing, eviscerating, scarring all my hard earned peace,
To bloody ribbons and dripping gore.
I really fucking hate you; I don’t know if I can treat it anymore.
But you don’t know that I hold it inside. I look you dead in the eyes
And I lie.
And I lie.
And I lie.
Because my heart is still tied and my head is still loyal and my hands are still guilty
But –
I have never hated anyone as viciously as I have loved you.
I still love you. I hate you too. Just as much, if not more…
Not for the reasons you assume.
The cruelty of the refusal to let me go. Do you even notice
Your ill timed pull on me? It’s always slightly right before
I move on completely. Continue reading “Viciously – JG”
Are not all things we’ve
built, wrought, and designed simply
eventual trash?
Steve D
I watched an older man get mugged last night. A slightly graying evening sky hung over my friend and I as we were sitting at a red light, opposite a strip mall on the far corner. A young man was pulling on what looked like a wallet in the hands of an older man in front of one store. The younger man punched the older man in the face, took the wallet, and ran off. The old man fell to the ground, and we could not see if he was unconscious from where we were sitting. Someone finally got out of their car right next to the old man to help him. The light turned green, we drove passed, but the younger man had disappeared.
We continued on our way. Continue reading “Fear and Mugging in Charm City”
By Invitation Only
Upon my entrance you exuded fear. But you invited me here. Into your territory, your home, your safe abode. You’re the one who chose to be alone. With me. You see and you know, I wanted to roam in the city. Be around town, with distractions abound, safety in being surrounded by countless, faceless strangers. There’s unnecessary intimacy in having me see where you live and what owns you. Continue reading “Moonlit Musings – Dependency”
Please welcome Jessie as my latest Guest Poet! You can read more of Jessie’s work here: https://redstringpapercuts.com/ If you would like to be a Guest Poet, please email your words to eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk Cheers One Last Too Much Say your farewells, your good lucks, and goodbyes A chime of glasses kissing, arms wrapped in tight embrace […]
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