Don’t listen to the microwave, we had a fight last week, and it’s been holding a grudge ever since. With that being said, I can understand why some people might doubt my sanity… I do have weird thoughts sometimes. Want an example to see who you’re really dealing with? Sure… I refuse to think…… Continue reading Not crazy…
The squeeking of the rocking chair seemed to fill the room. Her thoughts were blurry, more and more every day. She didn’t always find her things, didn’t always recognize familiar faces, didn’t know how to pick her words anymore… But her mind still turned crystal clear every time her eyes met that picture. Oh…… Continue reading Tenerife sea…
You read my mind, like you read your books… turning the pages faster than I could actually write. You loved the thrill of exploring my dark universe, getting caught in my mysteries and my landmined thoughts. You loved it, because everytime you found yourself inebriated by my wicked world, on the verge of letting…… Continue reading Shell Suite…
She thought she had said it aloud when he passed the door. Beauty wasn’t something she was used to, and he was as close to perfection as she could have dreamt. “Shoot me! Just shoot me now, and put an end to my sweet misery!” she murmured as he waved, aknowledging her presence. As…… Continue reading Out of my league…
Not an unusual sight… at least in Montréal. I mean the sign on the door. “Tirez” It always catches my eye. Most people are now oblivious to the possible misunderstanding it could provoke. Not me. Quick French class… The verb “Tirer” can mean two very different things… “to pull” or “to shoot”. Do you…… Continue reading Tirez…
Today is I love to write day! I do.
When I popped in your life Like a circus drives into town You got intrigued by my freak show. You were troubled by my failures Somehow enticed by my many flaws Ever since, you just couldn’t le me go… And we live day by day, in your stained paradise… In response…… Continue reading Paradise Circus…
Several times, I had to pull Cupid’s arrows from my broken heart… But when I met you, He machine gunned me to the floor. In response to November Notes Writing Challenge by Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies and Rosema from A Reading Writer .
Une ultime fois, vous avez soulevé votre chapeau, salué la foule, vous êtes incliné plein de gratitude. Votre voix grâve, suave, s’est éteinte bien trop tôt, même si vous sentiez l’âge vous imposer la décrépitude. La main noueuse, tendue, pleine d’espoir, vers Marianne En un instant, passant du deuil aux retrouvailles Laissant votre…… Continue reading Micro-poésie du vendredi…
By popular request… Not crooked, and not Danish… But most definately short and honest! Some things don’t need to be understood 😉
Cyranny's Cove 