Misplaced Missive #50 – Mixed

I held back,
And you looked hurt.
Mixed signals.
I don’t know how this works…
I’m trying to respect your words,
Even when you don’t…
Do you realize that you flirt
With the line between
Hypocrisy and restraint? Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #50 – Mixed”

The Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Challenge #175 – Take Two

The rules are simple. Incorporate the following five words, or synonyms of them, in flash fiction or poetry.

Charcoal / Shade / Pale / Wake / Lucid

Here goes my second entry following the Tanka poetic structure.

Ace of Hearts

Hypnotic beats wake,
Emerald eyes captivate.
All becomes lucid –
Riveted by charcoal shades.
The fair draw of coming fate. Continue reading “The Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Challenge #175 – Take Two”

The Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Challenge #175 – Take One

The rules are simple. Incorporate the following five words, or synonyms of them, in flash fiction or poetry.

Charcoal / Shade / Pale / Wake / Lucid

Welcome back to the DMV, me. Feeling fairly immersed in the ramifications of the current government shutdown, I jotted this guy down sometime late last night. Hope you enjoy.

Nonet

It’s in the shade cast by yet-to-be
Built walls – the pale horse’s terror.
Fear of change, fear of the other
Lucid cries for neither.
Walls made of burnt bonds.
Left with charcoal.
Power will
Wake Up
Soon

Continue reading “The Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Challenge #175 – Take One”

Moonlit Musing – Identity

Had a dream with you starring
Woke up mid scream
Won’t call it a nightmare
‘Cause it was still good to see you.
You never saw me
And won’t have the chance again
Not ’til a procrastinator’s later.
I can’t see me either
Not clearly
I’m a blur of
indistinguishable labels. Continue reading “Moonlit Musing – Identity”

Alec Benjamin and the Mixtape of Many Tragedies

– Narrated For You –

Do you know how disorienting it is to stumble upon meaningful pop? In an era of repetitive mass appeal, it’s like sudden vertigo. Every time it becomes instinctual to cast away popular new music as merely super-catchy, fleeting entertainment, an artist emerges that reveals my knee jerk assumption as baseless and premature. Here lies mellow beats and poignant lyrics inspiring nostalgia even with their first listen. This might be Alec Benjamin’s greatest talent: his ability to convey such relate-ability effortlessly. Each song is a story of his life, narrated for you, that could very well be about you. Continue reading “Alec Benjamin and the Mixtape of Many Tragedies”