September 2011
9 posts
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Unspoken
Color swirls around and around the glossy, polished marble floor. A waltz floats delicately through the air. Turning and twirling. A soft din of lads asking the lasses to dance is lingering in the air. Mirth and merriment are all around. And here I am, standing in the corner, dressed not in a magnificent ball gown, but in my hideous servant attire. I would willingly trade in my scuffed black shoes...
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The Neighbor
Last week my neighbor started rehearsing for his French horn recital. He’s not very good. In fact, his wretched playing has been waking me up at six o’clock every morning for the past week. His name is Ty and is a pain in the ass of a neighbor who obviously either tone deaf, or has sadistic pleasure for torturing the entire neighborhood. When I go to check the mail box he puts the instrument...
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The Joker
Partially calloused hands firmly hold on
One strong hand on neck of the guitar
Long fingers curl to form cords.
The other hand strums in perfect time.
He stands off to the side, leaning on a wall
A fast flowing stream crosses before him.
I push my way through the fish packed stream,
I barely manage to get to his side of the hall.
The tune being played by him was relaxing.
What song is that you are...
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Scars
Bright, hypnotizing eyes look into your soul.
You return the look, and see,
A scarred and misshapen face,
Looking back at you.
It is a battle-worn face;
A face only a mother could love.
He is old and knows much,
But you cannot get past
His damaged exterior.
The beauty of his eyes,
Lost.
He wants to impart his knowledge,
And wants to have a friend,
Yet everyone is put off,
By the scars.
(c) Ann et...
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Contemplating the Cards
Hands tenderly shuffle the cards. Both cards and hands are worn from use. The hands still, two dark pools look up with kind regards, As two cards are selected, set to behold.
The card first drawn is that of the owl, Possibility doth lie on the wings he does carry. He grants wisdom, like a monk who wears a cowl. Transformation follows this card, so do be wary
Next is the raven, the shadow...
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The Guardian
It was a cold night. A young girl sat alone, shivering at the base of a willow tree. Snow was falling from the sky in little flakes. Everyone was asleep, resting before the workweek began. Tears ran down her freckled face. Her red hair was a mess. She had run away from home after a terrifying night. Her father had beaten her and yelled at her while her mother was out. She had no other option she...
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Things That Remind Me of Home
The patter of a dog’s paws on hard wood floors
The smell of fresh rain
A silver van in the driveway
The clacking of a keyboard in use
The thump of a happy dog’s tail on the counters
Caw of many black crows
The scent of dinner in the making
Early morning screeching of a rooster alarm clock
Stout red Japanese maple on the lawn
Broadway music mixed with pop and rock
The hum of a fish tank...
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Yours Truly
A pen glided across the fine decorative parchment. The words flowed from his mind, through his hand, to the paper. His fine cursive writing was elegant. He was writing a letter to his beloved, the woman who owned his heart and who monopolized his waking thoughts. His hand held up the letter and his crystal-like blue eyes rapidly scanned his work. He crumpled the paper into a messy ball and tossed...
