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…
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 .
Maybe we are not perfectly perfect strangers per say. Knowing just enough about each other to get disqualified. But if you feel like it, I think we should hit the highway. Go on a road trip, playing it perfect stranger style… In response to November Notes Writing Challenge by Sarah Doughty of…… Continue reading Perfect strangers…
“Whoa, tie a yellow ribbon ’round the ole oak tree, it’s been three long years… Do ya still want me?…” She knew just who had left the message on her voicemail. He hadn’t spoken a word, but the seventies’ song said it all. It only left one question in her mind… When? When…… Continue reading Yellow…
Wounded by his harsh words and his indifference, I painfully bleeded my way across town. Blinded by bitter tears, I moaned your name tormentedly through the alleys, stumbling on my wrongs and my failures, ignored by the passers by. Crawling in the darkest back streets, and the empty parks, there seemed to be no…… Continue reading A street called Mercy…
– Guilty! The verdict was out, and the crowd was excited. Many would have liked to see them hanging on the gallows of the the public square. But the judge was cruel, and hadn’t let himself grant them this sweet death, giving their last breath in chorus, side by side. No, they were to…… Continue reading Criminal…
Pour lire entre tes lignes Et interpréter les plus fous de tes rêves J’ai simplement fermé les yeux Et posé les doigts sur tes lèvres Helen Keller, moi? Jamais… Mais le frémissement de ta bouche Révèle la sihouette des secrets Ce qui t’émeut, ce qui te touche Je devine, je ressens, je…… Continue reading Micro-poésie du vendredi…
Sitting on the foot of the bed, she sighed deeply. The memories flooded her fragile mind as she poored herself a second glass of Pinot Noir, her favorite poison in times of sorrow. The hotel room was perfect, it always was… Her “team” always made sure to have things set just as she liked…… Continue reading The other side of Paradise…
Cyranny's Cove 