cookies

.

i can be the milk to your cookie…

i can even be the chocolate chip to your cookie…

but

i cannot be the plate to your cookie…

…

i never want to be left behind.

.

.

.

searching ~

.

i have been searching for a story

with a happy ending ~

something simple

not grand,

no complications or pain.

.

a production of sorts ~

words dancing on pages,

pages waltzing through chapters,

chapters leaping between covers…

all bound by a simple

beginning,

middle

&

end.

.

can it be such a story truly exists

or

am i fooling my heart ~ wasting

my days ~ searching

for

a

book

I can… will… never write?

.

.

.

this is ~

Beasts of Articulation

‘

this is my heart ~ feeling

what

my mind is ~ shouting ~

‘

eyes drowning in tears

as

my veins spill blood into the night.

‘

I cry out upon deaf ears ~

will my slumber ever sing…

dreams of beauty

or

will it be consumed…

by this shameful darkness

and

dread?

‘

‘

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10 for Tuesday = ten word story #13

~

~

“each  heart beat

fades

into chaos

leaving

confusion

and

fatigue.”

~

~

~

drops

no spoons here

∫

∫

this fork in the road

will take me

one of two places ~

either

to you

or

away ~ ~ ~ from you

which do you choose?

∫

∫

foolish thinking – my theory

~

~

everyone is a fool in someway

and

anybody who thinks otherwise…..

is fooling themselves.

~

i rest my case.

~

~

~

spillage

~

you wield the knife

which always impales my heart ~

ensuing in a spill ~

.

a mess of thoughts ~

.

landing in piles

strewn

on

a

page ~ leaving me

.

with

an

unsettled

soul

and

words ~

~

waiting to be written.

~

~

Monday minutiae

–

i am not afraid of change –

i am afraid of loss.

_

_

_

waves of thought

“

a mind was created to think

and

a soul was created to ride

the waves of these thoughts ~ ~ ~

~

living is navigating ~ surviving 

the swells

of

questions and answers

and

maintaining balance

so

we do not submerge ~ never to

see the blue sky

again….

“

“

“