FIFTY WORD STORY – A Path Diverged

It was at the fork in the road that I left them behind. They found the foliage too indistinct; too indecisive, while I thought the western road was more deserving. The autumn leaves rolled through the wind as I trod that path, and they waited for someone better to come.

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Soccer Dog (and Other Haikus)

Cheering – Body

Hands banging metal,

like a chorus of drummers

beating on the stands.

 

Cheering – Breath

The voices cry out,

swelling over the field

like a rising wind.

 

Commercial Break

Despite the colors,

all I hear are white noises

saying to buy more.

 

Bad Calls

I can taste the blood

leaking from between my lips,

yet play continued.

 

Soccer Dog

My cry of despair,

followed shortly by a howl

from the seat by me.

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MUSIC SERIES – Passing Through

Hi there! This poem was inspired by Breakdown by Jack Johnson. Let me know if there are any songs you think I should write about!

Passing Through

 

Billows of smoke blow through the trees

as the train snakes along the tracks,

and staring out the thin window

I wonder whether the return

 

will hold the quiet mysticism

as these thick, mist-laden branches

or if, after we have passed on,

the breeze will coax away the chills.

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FIFTY WORD STORY – Aile Goes Walking

With the thin mist clawing at his feet like tendrils, and the morning dew sliding beneath his toes like wet cubes of ice, Aile could not have been happier. His steps were light and full of air, and he felt they were like wings, flying him to his distant destination.

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Firework Dog (and Other Haikus)

Birthday

Firework displays

crest over the cool darkness

in celebration.

 

After Party

After the smoke passed,

the stars had a hazy glow

like they were in thought.

 

Headache

Waking up, pounding,

to the pain of pots and pans

banging on the floor.

 

Parade

The little girl stares

and the parade saunters by

awestruck and silent.

 

Firework Dog

Unlike his brothers,

the little dog watched the lights

without fear or sound.

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MUSIC SERIES – The Smoke Shop

This poem was inspired by Have a Cigar by Pink Floyd. Let me know if there’s any songs you think I should write about!

 

The Smoke Shop

 

Built in the mid-seventies by locals,

the cigar shop, which was then run by Floyd,

has been seedy since it changed ownership

and began stocking slimmer cigarettes.

 

Seduced by the cheap, efficient menthols,

the racks of rolling paper were replaced

by these individual plastic packs

of factory cut tobacco product.

 

No more do we see their lumpy cigars,

passed between the loving hands of groupies,

nor taste that first lyrical inhale

that wove a shadowed lore into the smoke.

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FIFTY WORD STORY – The Great Curse

I became the great curse of humanity: striving to be something I am not. A hero. A lover. A master. I desired to be someone, rather than just to be. I raised the banners; married the princesses; forged the crown. Yet I slipped into the deep sleep all the same.

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MUSIC SERIES – Sirens

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Sirens

Their voices keep calling me back

to those ash shores we left behind.

I hear them through my apartment

Like the wailings of my children.

Their smiles stare through the shutters,

blood-red and dripping; sick with glee.

I can feel their dirty hands

slipping to grip at my insides.

I can still see them beckoning,

with the promise of a safe bed

away from the blistering winds

and the burning stench of my home.

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FIFTY WORD STORY – Walking on Water

I balanced my feet above the water. The glistening pool seemed to beckon me in, but when I lowered my feet, I found the clear surface hard and defined. I pressed myself up and walked, splashing droplets around me as I stepped. Then, suddenly, I fell through to the bottom.

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MUSIC SERIES – Skipping Stones

This poem was inspired by Midna’s Lament from The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess. If you have a song you think I should write a poem about, drop it in the comments!

 

Skipping Stones

 

Between the ether of everyday smiles

is an evening spent on a secluded lake

looking at the ripples in the reflected starlight

like paint on ever blackening surface waves.

 

I might even skip a rock across the top

to see how far along it will struggle

before the hollow waters swallow it

and all the heavy ideas that it carried.

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