her lofty ambitions often held her back,Continue reading “perfidy, lofty, dedication aka procrastination”
was it the lack of dedication
to follow through and make them true.
She was tired of trying
and denying it was the problem.
If only they knew…
her beast was back, closing in fast
just as she was rediscovering trust,
but the deliberate perfidy by
some friends was too much to handle,
seriously am not ready for the scandal.
Welcome stormy weather,
let me light a candle.
"C'était très facile. no trouble at all" she said as she shrugged her shoulders pushing my concerns aside. I was horrified by what she'd done. How, not now! Holy cow, sitting at the table was a revenant of her late husband, my father, dressed in his best golfer's garb.Continue reading “facile ghoulish garb of the ravenous revenant”
Last night I dreamt of the manticore again. it sat above me on top of the mountain pass, waiting for me to reach the gate. I trodded and trudged up the hill dreading the moment when I would reach the apex. I did not want to be judged, but still I climbed and crawled over the boulders blocking the path. Will the obstacles I overcame and surpassed make him sympathize and feel my plight? I doubt it. I could hear his stomach growl, it was like thunder. I could sense his hunger. It just waited and watched. Why didn't it pounce and put me out of my misery just end this journey? Was it too invested by it's delight in my struggle? Damn you demon! You may best me and get in my way but I will win & get over this trouble triumphant as I beat you back into the rubble.Continue reading “manticore, sporadic, nomenclature”
There's a poetic lyric I wrote a long time ago.Continue reading “passel busk culminate”
I use passel in the opening verse.
"Do fairy tales really come true,
tell me Cinderella whatever
happened to you. You got your
house on the hill, your passel
It goes something like that and
it's the featured song/poem
of the next video I'm working on
(but still have yet to start editing).
However, I'm feeling particularly motivated
this week. So hopefully I can take
this energy and inject it into my creativity
to increase my productivity that culminates
with me posting a new video
busking a capella by the end of the week.
That cackle sent a chill down my spine. How could the others stand it. Every time he laughed I shuddered as if fingers had just run down a chalkboard. He was so mundane and had a most inane obsession with my personal life, with everyone's. Gossip girl as a nickname did not do justice. He was filled with malice, his curiosity was a menace to the community. The desire to break bonds and create chaos with some farfetched story is where he sought his glory. I watched him cause worry with the calmest of the sages. They went grey after being drawn into his games. Ignoring him was the best I could do, but he still tried to force interactions. I tried to turn a blind eye and pretend he didn't happen. I mean, he's not my problem anymore that's why I ignored the door to the columbarium when it opened and he walked out covered in ash. hmmm... May wreaking havoc with the dead be his last act.
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