Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
20:6
Forest of isolation,
both a prison
and nursery.
Child born of
violence, still
loved for his
potential. Protectors
will come and fade
away, but the forest’s
ground will always
remain. A solid
foundation he
can trust.
20:7
A small fortune
absently placed
in a pocket…
and forgotten, until
life’s dirt encases
it with ink, staining
it with a reminder,
no one can escape
the everyday
corruption of being
human.
20:4
Attempt to spark
creativity while
hands are stuck
on factory settings,
proof of intellect
behind the monotone
of repetition.
20:5
On ordinary, normal
days, take a moment
to bask in their
presence, no words
needed to hear them,
to know them,
to love them.
Everyday life continues,
but that feeling
lasts every moment,
able to carry you
through anything,
through everything.
20:3
Distance of time
an obstacle between us,
destiny denied
with age and
circumstance. My
heart will always
hold a place for
you. Impossible though
we are, a smile
will always find my
lips, when thoughts
of you wander into
being.
20:2
Jigsaw pieces made of flesh,
do they still fit to form
one person?
Do they remember desire
and love?
Jigsaw of the dead,
shapes unknown, some
pieces missing. The
knowledge to see the
final picture is beyond
those with warmth
and breath.
20:1
New year, new hope,
new goals to declare
and strive for.
Will you be a
new you by the
end? Or will you
sigh, pout and
sit back in your
comfort zone?
19:98
Grounded bird with
no purpose. Wings
a heavy ornament
weighing down your
back. Gaze up
at the world denied
you, and cry
out for anyone
to hear. Maybe
a predator will
come to end
your misery.
19:99
Constant companion
of pain and fear,
ready to boost their
efforts, with a tag-
team no one can
defeat. Self-hatred
and despair follow
close behind, ready
to feed on the
resistance that may
be left. What is
this deadly foe?
Helplessness.
19:100
Trade your passion
for comfort, determination
for the easy road.
Do you turn around
and glance back at
that possibility? Or
do you continue
on, no regrets,
until it’s impossible
to ignite a spark?
19:97
The front carries
a customer-reserved
smile, full of curtesy
and pleasant tones.
The back holds
resentment and
bubbling anger, a
knife clenched in
whitened fingers
as thinly-veiled
insults are directed
towards it.
They bide their
time, waiting for
the day front
can change to
back and answer
the insults as
a human.
19:95
See-through glass
teasing my world,
displaying possibilities
that are beyond
my limits.
Beautiful goals,
will we waste life
trying to reach
them? Or will
persistence pay
off, and break
the glass to
taste the other
side?
19:96
Return with the changes
and know my new
whims.
19:93
A sigh so heavy
a physical pain
settles in my
chest. Demanding
the right to
feel human and
happy, but the
constant backfires
eat away my will.
19:94
Sense of displacement
for the mediocre,
in a place you
shouldn’t be, denied
the plans you
carefully formed,
for the ones you
care for most.
They carry on
the plan, while
you remain stuck.
Neither are happy,
reaching across the
impossible distance
to be together
once more.
His Shadow
Does he notice me? Does he even realise I am here? I’m always here, always waiting for him to see me. But he never sees me, and I can never see him.
Why does he hide from the world? Why does he pretend to be content with life when I can see he’s torn inside? Why will he not notice me so then I would be free to help him? Please, allow me see him. Allow me to brush away that mask he wears and have his true self emerge. He should not hide from anyone; he should not overlook me so.
I can help him, I know I could. But why does he ignore me? I know I am not pretty, and I am not easily noticed. But I thought he would be different from the rest, I thought he would see me.
That mask…the mask he wears for the world, it prevents him from seeing me. His determination to remain unhurt causes him to ignore how I exist. But I would never hurt him, I would save him. He is clouded in darkness, a void from life. I just want to help him.
But we are both but a shadow…he is a shadow of a person, not quite solid, not quite real. Too beautiful and perfect to be real. But no one is that perfect, no one can be so strong. Only a shadow could hold such a power…but then, shadows are not even living.
I am a shadow too. I am his shadow. I watch him; follow his movements and expressions, trying to find a way to understand him, to become more than just an attached accessory. But what can a shadow of a shadow do? I cannot see him as solid, he won’t allow it.
I always watch him as he chats with friends, a shadow of a smile gracing his features. I wonder what a true smile would look like on him, how it would pierce through our shadowed existence and allow solid light to shine; a solid life. Can such a life be designed for us? One who is ignored and the other who is seen by all, yet hidden within a mask. What can life hold for two such people, what can we expect to happen?
Such a beautiful stranger, why won’t he allow me to see him, as he will soon see me. I will allow him to wander through my heart, see my very being. I’ll show him everything in order to let him know I exist, that I can help him. Even if he denies my help he will know I’m here. He will know how I see him and maybe, just maybe, it’s enough. It’s enough for me.
I will tell him the truth and continue to love him from afar. He will know I exist, and that I alone see he merely wears a mask in life. I will wait for it to crumble. And I will be there to help him through the harsh reality life brings. I will always remain his shadow. And he will see me.
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