When she's sad
She cries
When she's happy
She is radiant
In her depression
And blinding
In her joy
I didn't fear
The sun
So I held her hand
And never looked back
Wednesday, August 23, 2017
Monday, August 21, 2017
Totality
Everything vanishes when I'm in the
Circle of your arms
Last lasers of daylight
Ignite the
Pyres and
Set the sky ablaze
Echoing the fire in my heart
Friday, August 18, 2017
While the Jukebox Played
This was originally posted at Daily Picspiration on July 19, 2015
Title: While the Jukebox Played
I’d been working vice for years. This was going to be the case that scored me my shield.
Six months chasing down The Orchid. She’d evaded me this long, but a tip from a CI scored me the chance to arrange a meet. I was in the middle of the street when she’d pinged me. My phone lit up like a firecracker.
“Lose the sweatshirt and meet me at The Juke in 15.”
I looked around cautiously. She clearly had eyes on me. The crowded street made it impossible to tell who her minion was.
I dropped my eyes back to my phone to check the time. I knew seedy nightclub was only a ten minute walk. I tucked my phone back in my pocket and walked as if I didn’t have a care in the world. My heart was racing.
The adrenaline had the better of me, though, and I made the walk in eight minutes. I looked up and down the street. No cars. No pedestrians. Completely eerie.
I shed my sweatshirt and stuffed it into a nearby dumpster. I did a walk around the block to burn time and nervous energy. I was finally getting a meet with the Head Mistress of Gambling.
By the time I made it back to the entrance of The Juke, I met the 15 minute mark. I ran my hands over my hair to smooth it back from my face. I reached for the door latch with my thumb and pressed the release.
Smoke occupied the top third of the room and the prominent jukebox was blaring some kind of techno-new wave funk. The bar seemed filthy and empty.
“Hello, girl.”
The voice came from a dimly lit corner.
I mustered the courage to reply, “Hello. You must be The Orchid.”
“I am.”
I took three quick steps into the room.
I instantly realized my mistake.
The guns cocked from behind me.
This was going to be the case that scored me my shield.
I barely had time to register her beautiful face before the lackeys opened fire.
Title: While the Jukebox Played
I’d been working vice for years. This was going to be the case that scored me my shield.
Six months chasing down The Orchid. She’d evaded me this long, but a tip from a CI scored me the chance to arrange a meet. I was in the middle of the street when she’d pinged me. My phone lit up like a firecracker.
“Lose the sweatshirt and meet me at The Juke in 15.”
I looked around cautiously. She clearly had eyes on me. The crowded street made it impossible to tell who her minion was.
I dropped my eyes back to my phone to check the time. I knew seedy nightclub was only a ten minute walk. I tucked my phone back in my pocket and walked as if I didn’t have a care in the world. My heart was racing.
The adrenaline had the better of me, though, and I made the walk in eight minutes. I looked up and down the street. No cars. No pedestrians. Completely eerie.
I shed my sweatshirt and stuffed it into a nearby dumpster. I did a walk around the block to burn time and nervous energy. I was finally getting a meet with the Head Mistress of Gambling.
By the time I made it back to the entrance of The Juke, I met the 15 minute mark. I ran my hands over my hair to smooth it back from my face. I reached for the door latch with my thumb and pressed the release.
Smoke occupied the top third of the room and the prominent jukebox was blaring some kind of techno-new wave funk. The bar seemed filthy and empty.
“Hello, girl.”
The voice came from a dimly lit corner.
I mustered the courage to reply, “Hello. You must be The Orchid.”
“I am.”
I took three quick steps into the room.
I instantly realized my mistake.
The guns cocked from behind me.
This was going to be the case that scored me my shield.
I barely had time to register her beautiful face before the lackeys opened fire.
Wednesday, August 16, 2017
Unable
Shivering
Unable to tell if I'm
Burning or freezing
Midnight came and went
Indigo turns to pinks
Sunlight comes
Stealing my dark protector
I am unable to hide from my
Vision the ugliness of
Everything the light reveals
Friday, August 11, 2017
The Graveyard
This was originally posted at Daily Picspiration on July 6, 2015.
Title: The Graveyard
“Hurry up, Hitch! We’re almost there!” Blaze ran as fast as his legs would carry him. He had discovered this place on his last adventure and was eager to share it with his best friend.
“I’m trying, Blaze. You’re too fast!” Hitch hadn’t yet hit a growth spurt, so Blaze stood nearly a head taller. His legs burned and his chest heaved as he tried to keep up with his friend. The permanent crook in his knee didn’t help things either. He looked ahead to see how far his red-headed friend had gotten ahead of him. Blaze was already breaking around the corner. Hitch struggled to turn the corner, but when he did, the sight was amazing. It was everything Blaze had described.
Abandoned ancient vehicles. Cars from the 1930’s and 40’s lined up one after one like train cars for as far as he could see. They were rusty and old. And they were beautiful. The metallic smell of oxidation and daisies overwhelmed his brain and his heart. It was so stunning, Hitch nearly cried. Old pick up trucks missing their beds. Coupes with rumble seats. Hitch had never seen anything like it. Only in picture pages did he see glimpses of the past.
“See! I told you. It’s a car graveyard. It’s like they drove here to die. I bet your great-great-great-great-great grandpa had one of these!”
“But Blaze, isn’t it weird that there isn’t anything newer here? I mean...no 1980’s. No 2015’s. No 2035’s. Isn’t that weird to you?”
“Naw, man! Let’s go! Dibs on the rusty sedan over there!” And with his claim made, Blaze sprinted toward his car.
Something felt very wrong about this place. Hitch was no dummy.
Blaze ran to his car and threw open the door. It relented with a screeching groan.
“Blaze, I don’t think…”
“C’mon Hitch! I’m driving!”
“...this is such a good…”
Blaze slammed the door shut. Everything went hauntingly silent.
“...idea.”
Hitch did his best to swallow the fear creeping up his gut like Boston ivy. He cautiously walked to the car Blaze had climbed into. “Blaze?” he tested cautiously. “Blaze, get outta there. We gotta make dinner.”
Complete silence.
The car was empty.
Blaze had vanished.
Hitch wept and ran for home.
The graveyard smiled.
Title: The Graveyard
“Hurry up, Hitch! We’re almost there!” Blaze ran as fast as his legs would carry him. He had discovered this place on his last adventure and was eager to share it with his best friend.
“I’m trying, Blaze. You’re too fast!” Hitch hadn’t yet hit a growth spurt, so Blaze stood nearly a head taller. His legs burned and his chest heaved as he tried to keep up with his friend. The permanent crook in his knee didn’t help things either. He looked ahead to see how far his red-headed friend had gotten ahead of him. Blaze was already breaking around the corner. Hitch struggled to turn the corner, but when he did, the sight was amazing. It was everything Blaze had described.
Abandoned ancient vehicles. Cars from the 1930’s and 40’s lined up one after one like train cars for as far as he could see. They were rusty and old. And they were beautiful. The metallic smell of oxidation and daisies overwhelmed his brain and his heart. It was so stunning, Hitch nearly cried. Old pick up trucks missing their beds. Coupes with rumble seats. Hitch had never seen anything like it. Only in picture pages did he see glimpses of the past.
“See! I told you. It’s a car graveyard. It’s like they drove here to die. I bet your great-great-great-great-great grandpa had one of these!”
“But Blaze, isn’t it weird that there isn’t anything newer here? I mean...no 1980’s. No 2015’s. No 2035’s. Isn’t that weird to you?”
“Naw, man! Let’s go! Dibs on the rusty sedan over there!” And with his claim made, Blaze sprinted toward his car.
Something felt very wrong about this place. Hitch was no dummy.
Blaze ran to his car and threw open the door. It relented with a screeching groan.
“Blaze, I don’t think…”
“C’mon Hitch! I’m driving!”
“...this is such a good…”
Blaze slammed the door shut. Everything went hauntingly silent.
“...idea.”
Hitch did his best to swallow the fear creeping up his gut like Boston ivy. He cautiously walked to the car Blaze had climbed into. “Blaze?” he tested cautiously. “Blaze, get outta there. We gotta make dinner.”
Complete silence.
The car was empty.
Blaze had vanished.
Hitch wept and ran for home.
The graveyard smiled.
Wednesday, August 9, 2017
Lost Parts of a Broken Key
Back to your cage
You disgusting heart
Stay silent and
Lock away
The thoughts you hold
For you can't be embarrassed
About the things
They'll never know
Monday, August 7, 2017
Friday, August 4, 2017
Waiting Out the Night
Crumpled in the corner
Alone and bruised
The broken girl
Catches her breath and
Heaves a sigh of relief knowing
Eventually the sun will
Rise to kiss her face
Thursday, August 3, 2017
Wednesday, August 2, 2017
My Perfect Songbird
Every morning
I'd kiss her beak
And send her on her way
Away she'd flit
Her tiny wings stretched
As far as they could spread
To drink in the sun
Out through the window
To the tree
And there she'd sit and
Sing her arias
Others could hear her song
As they passed below
But she never performed for them
I knew she sang just for me
I never feared
Her not returning
The chill of night
Would return her to my embrace
And I'd become
Her Night Guardian
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