Thursday, December 7, 2023

Lost On The Water






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Title: Lost On The Water


Lost on the water
Adrift on the waves
No land in sight

Survivor of a ship 
That I burned with my own hands

No debris left to even cling to
I've sank each and every scrap

I have nothing left to hold onto
Nothing to stop me being tossed in the waves 

My stomach sinks 
My eyes burn with salt and water
Im struggling to breath

No one hears me
No one sees me

I know because 
I dragged them down myself 

Give me one last chance
One last thing to hold onto 

Before I drown 






Friday, December 1, 2023

Short Story: A Moonlight Dance


   The night was frigid. Dead. Not a sound to be heard over the soft, chilling breeze, except for the shifting of snow, as a young woman trudged through the dark alone. She was bundled up from head to toe, but the air still stung her exposed face, her cheeks and nose bright red. She wasn't wandering aimlessly. She had a pair of skates slung over her shoulders and a destination in mind. It didn't matter that she could hardly see through the thick fall of snowflakes. She knew the path by heart. 




    Deep in the woods, was a lake. Completely frozen over in the winter, she tried to keep it cleared of snow, so she could come skate and think alone. Always alone. There was a layer of snow now though, but she didn't care. She sat on the edge of the ice, lacing up her skates, and the silvery moon was finally peeking out of the dreary clouds. The snow sparkling and shined, and she let out an ice breath, gazing out at the winter landscape. It was simply serene. With her heart heavy, she stood and skated on light, practiced, feet. Starting slow then picking up speed as silent music played in her head. 




    She glided, she spun, she danced. With each passing second, she went faster and harder. The music in her grew louder and harsher. She flew, she jumped, she whirled with a fervor that warmed her blood, her bones. The world didn't exist, just the ice, the moon, and the snow. Her head was only filled with symphony and the slice of blades. Then, voices? 




    She slowly opened her eyes and was no longer alone. Figures glided across the ice around her. Wisps of smoke and light, in human form. Fathers and sons. Mothers and daughters. Skating and laughing. Her concentration was broken, but her body was still moving at dangerous speeds and a bump in the ice sent her slamming into the ground. She hit so hard she cracked her head, vision went black, and her limp body slid into the snow. Snow fell and melted onto her heated face, and she laid there in the freezing powder until she could fight the nausea and dizziness back. She sat up slowly, with shaky breaths that floated around her. 




    There was nobody there. 




    She sat alone in the snow. As the clouds rolled in again, she took off her skates, and began the walk home. She never told anyone what happened, but she continued to return to the lake.  

Monday, November 6, 2023

Poem: Not a Poet

 


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Title: Not a Poet


I'm a better writer 
Then I am a poet

When I write stories
My destination is clear in my mind
The words eb and flow like the waves
An adventure I navigate by stars

With poetry 
The words hop and skip 
Like fish in the water
I try to spear them like an island castaway
Starved for their meaning

When I write stories
I discover hidden secrets about myself
An archeologist of hidden truths

With poetry
I'm a toddler trying to shove 
a square shaped truth
Into a round hole, ever frustrated 

And yet I keep trying
Collecting my truths in a collage of words
Trying to piece together art
Trying to piece together meaning


Final Farewell

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