Prepare through the night
and vanish
before the rest wakes,
greatful your work
is seen
but you will happily
be at home,
asleep or relaxed
and away from
anymore demands.
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
Prepare through the night
and vanish
before the rest wakes,
greatful your work
is seen
but you will happily
be at home,
asleep or relaxed
and away from
anymore demands.
Mark those
for the end
but leave the label off,
so they know
their time is short
but no one else can see
and adjust accordingly.
Desecrate the path
to their start
and leave it
without a thought,
knowing it won’t hurt you
and not caring
what it does
to others.
Block the way
of the priority
and ignore
your audacity,
too self-absorbed
to realise
others exist.
Reset progress
to hide a victory
over and over,
but stubbornness will win
and you’ll be
acknowledged,
someday.
Take away the familiar
to expand on the demands
and hope they grow accustomed
to the change they wanted
when losing
what they did not expect
to miss.
A bland flavour
irritates the tongue
and disturbs a temple,
now throbbing with disappointment
and the weary knowledge
less energy has been gained
than what was needed.
Childhood influence
to form a loved gem,
expanding to others
and sharing your secret
so maybe
memories will become relevant
and everyone
will understand
the wonder
and awe.
Little treat
waiting to reward
the rushed,
but guilt makes
them choke
and regret
the indulgence
they should have saved
for when all their tasks
were done.
Broken to sharpen edges
and cutting into
the soft inside
no one can witness
but still the pain is there,
growing with each
movement.