A (wise) man of two faces
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School daze

They dance and flutter,
like leaves on the breeze.
They ribbon ‘round the May pole
and under the Harvest Moon.

Oh, those reminiscent days…
when life was simple
and love was all you needed…

How I love you,
my yesteryears.
How you glow
with prideful colors.


Post-celebration

New flower feeling,
but deliveries have stopped,
and the roses browned.


Unspoken

Your pages whisper words unspoken by your lips
while lacking the language softly spoken by your curves
whose depth falls short of your thoughtfulness
which could never compare to your simple honesty.


First-time father

This little person
will be depending on me?
How will I ever…?


#FP (Friday Phrases) 3/21/2014

She ran
But he followed,
Chasing her through the woods
And shouting at her as they ran
Saying…

Saying
"Amanda stop!
You’re going to get hurt!
Please stop and let’s talk about this!”
He shouted.

She turned
And spat at him,
"How dare you! How DARE you!!
After what you told me tonight -
Fuck you!”

He froze
And asked slowly,
"Why are you so upset?
I only told you ‘I love you.’
What’s wrong?”

“‘What’s wrong?!’
Did you even
Consider my feelings?!
Remember I have a husband?
Dammit!”

"That’s true
But we’ve dated
For the past six months now.
Did you think I would never fall
For you?”

"But you
Promised me you
Would keep it platonic!
How am I supposed to respond
To this?!”

"You’re right -
I did promise.
And I never should have.
And you should never have asked that
Of me.

"But I
Cannot pretend -
No, I will not pretend -
That these last six months meant nothing
To me.

"So I
Will say again,
I love you Amanda.
I can’t imagine life without
You here.”

She cried
And she asked him,
"What do you want from me?
Do you think I’ll leave my husband
For you?”

He sighed,
"No, I do not.
That will never happen.
But I had to say this before
I left.

"Because
If you cannot
Love me like I deserve
Tonight is the last night you will
See me.

"I don’t
Deserve to be
Treated like a secret.
And if you really loved me you
Wouldn’t.

"So this
Is our goodbye,
Our last night together.
And if you have nothing to say,
I’ll go.”

She shouted,
"No! Don’t leave me!
Don’t leave me all alone!
I don’t know what I’ll do without
You here.

"I just
Feel so lonely
Every day I’m with him.
I can’t leave but I hate feeling
Alone.”

"You can.
You can leave him.
You don’t have to stay there.
You needn’t stay miserable
With him.

"Because
Your life,
And your happiness,
Belong to you alone
Amanda.”

This is the complete text of my #FP story.  #FP is a Twitter collaborative project where the participants tell stories using Twitter’s 140 character limit.  You can read more about it here:  http://fridayphrases.com/ and follow them on Twitter at @FridayPhrases.


They throw the first stone,
trying to knock me down, but
I am the mountain.


Differences in grief

My friend lost a child,
a little, brown-eyed girl.
The people mourned with them,
and brought flowers over,
and shared in their tears.

Every year they visit her grave
to honor her memory.

My friend lost his business,
a little grocery store.
The people called him weak,
and mocked him incessantly,
and he cried himself to sleep.

He hung himself last year;
no one brought flowers.


Ephemeral

All my detractors
try to pull me down with words,
but I will be free.


Into that long night

Ere the midnight creeps on by,
ere the storm comes blowing by,
ere my dreams traverse the sky,

ere exhaustion shuts my eye.


For spite

They say I will fail,
that I’ll amount to nothing…
I will prove them wrong.


Downpour

Today it seems like
this world is too bleak and lost,
God can’t stop crying.


Parched Pathos

I hate the color of your skin
and the contours of your face.
My God calls them a sin
and my pride, a disgrace.

You murdered my brother;
you’ll reap the whirlwinds.
I’ll take away your father,
your family, and friends.

I’ll find those you hold dear
and set them all ablaze
and the last thing they will heard
is me laughing through the haze.

And finally, for my own mirth,
I’ll even salt the very earth.


The Dreaming

To never grow old…
wouldn’t that be a wonder
endless summer days.


Progress

Thunder, thunder,
raining down.
The smithy’s hammer
and burning forge
shaping iron
into blades
into mail
into war.

Thunder, thunder,
raining down.
The fact’ry hammers
and fact’ry workers
shaping steel
into ships
into tanks
into war.

Thunder, thunder,
raining down.
The assembly line
and machinery
shaping plastic
into chips
into bombs
into death.


Of Gods and men

Immortality,
the desire of old men and
the folly of youth.


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