Solastalgia

Envy paints me like a forest;

lush and vast and green

Sadness blues my skeleton

from buried bone to glacier creek

And nothing

congregates the masses like carnage

fusing into bile brown

It smells of death

but to them

it looks like love


via Daily Prompt: Planet

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Buttercream

Nose-deep in a slice of any type,

and I am made a happy man

in that moment.

Savor every second.

Lest the final crumb disappears

in my gullet,

and back to reality I run.


via Daily Prompt: Cake

Le trottoir

J’ai fait une petite promenade

à côté de la rue

car c’est où

on peut regarder le monde

pendant qu’il passe


via Daily Prompt: Sidewalk

Interpreter of melodies

He sang to me, and I fell asleep.

Not because I was bored of him,

or tired even.

Quite the contrary, in fact,

as I had never known contentment

quite like in that moment.

I had never felt such tranquility,

as when I was cocooned in him;

tangled in the hair

on his arms.

He is fictitious,

and I am dreaming,

but his song remains

as poignant as it always had.


via Daily Prompt: Melody

One

I feel the twinge

of your breath on my spine

Raising bumps, and questions,

and land mines

And I resign myself

to the fact

That this will only ever happen

when everything is black

And I will only ever see you

ever be you

in my thoughts

in the past

on my back


https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/shiver/

Youth

I was a turtle on his back, rocking to my freedom. Set loose in a land of haste, in a world turned to badlands. I crawled to the edge of time and scored the beat of my heart to the tune of the clock. Gears shifting. Arms winding. Patience thinning. I saw myself in every one like me, but they saw no resemblance. They saw only difference. The walls around me changed with the seasons, but my temperature didn’t waver. Instead, I grew into the warmth for twelve months out of the year and was comfortable. But comfort wore like a baggy tee shirt, and I was swimming in ignorance and complacency. When I began to feel the cold, I tied the string of a balloon around my neck and lifted off ground. I floated away as the walls collapsed, no longer having a reason to stand firm. Now I weave in and out of the measure of my symphony, and replay my youth to remind me that no matter how far into the future I make it, it’s never far off behind.


https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/youth/

Your edge of the world

There are thousands of miles between

your golden coast

and mine concrete

Thousands of things to go wrong

potential for heartache

potential for loss

Potential for fresh faces turned

weather beaten moss

Thousands of reasons not to

thousands of reasons I want to

With every step towards

your edge of the world

I am more confident

that this is crazy

and more confident

in the path ahead

Just so long as it

leads me to swim

in your eyes


https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/eyes/

Carpe occasionem

Overtly

Bent on

Seizing

Every

Single

Slightly

Entrenching

Dalliance


https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/obsessed/