out of reach (400)

creation has begun to disappear on me. the world has broadened of late, spinning on into infinity and permitting new complications in the form of ideas, spilling over from a dozen new stashes and chaotically organized. my mind has grown cluttered, temperamental: memory has eluded me for some months, holding back numerous actions from me… Continue reading out of reach (400)

Creation Becomes Chaos

Flash Fiction July, 6 She begins chaos one wintry morning. It's derived from boredom more than anything else, and it's a tribute to how much else she has tried to do and failed, seeking amusement as she always does. It begins not with a bang but with a whimper, a story of someone digging the… Continue reading Creation Becomes Chaos

power, 1.2 (150)

build up a story-tower, weave it into being with words and magic. hold it together with love and hope, chase it up with creation for the sake of it. scrawl across a mirror in lipstick a profession of delight; lift and assemble every piece of masonry yourself. (feel the ache as muscles pull and develop their own… Continue reading power, 1.2 (150)

countless + orderly

shatter crockery, put a brick through your failed attempts at stained glass. carefully, now - meticulous; tweeze every piece from the ground. countless tiny shards glitter under harsh sunlight, seeming to multiply. sort them by colour, quick - before you fall victim to tricks of the light. prepare the surface with the due diligence of… Continue reading countless + orderly

creation of an isolation (300)

lay down your weary head and sleep. tonight is the night that the sleeping draft works its way through your veins, bringing you out of your waking troubles. (tomorrow is the day it will lift, leaving you too foggy to contemplate issues anew) flutter through the days in a haze of consciousness, drifting through meetings on… Continue reading creation of an isolation (300)

NaPoWriMo 28 (stolen from creation)

dance in a tempest: glass, glittering in the air. suspended then falling. clatter of broken items breaking (further) is so deafening. -and darling, this isn't a break you can unbreak. if you are not careful, you may end up rebreaking it. windows, blown inwards - diamond shower, cursed with red and purple. breathe me in, cast… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 28 (stolen from creation)

poetry 101 rehab: paper

you should know this: i don't come with a storm warning. don't think i haven't seen you, hunched over papers. i've watched you draft me into being; i've read your writing, smudged your sketches. (stolen pages right from your notebook. how better to stop your conniving?) watch me tear and burn your plans. you dream… Continue reading poetry 101 rehab: paper

best served cold

you steal kindness, tenderness. your words are the catalyst, an unwitting trigger. (steal my kindness and repay me with ice) i am a vengeful creature. i think you should have remembered, before you went trying to take the best of me. (vengeful: plotting for days, weeks) and in the end, i decide - you will… Continue reading best served cold