finding peace
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It’s just simple teasing until
you go too far. Scars blight
friendships, and may not heal.
And like taking the lead,
stepping down means having
your legs weigh like lead.
Vision blurred, a criss to
cross of feelings red; of scars
like Zobel’s Saeta No. 42.
Where do lost things go?
Fernando Zobel’s Saeta No. 42
Na/GloPoWriMo PromptIt’s a usual day of work, if work isNa/GloPoWriMo Prompt
to reach people. The sashimi are prepped—some rest on a bed of rice while some lay naked and raw. Others would be fit
in coats of rice, others suit up in noris
black. Rolled with crops and fish and meat
before boarding the sushi trai-
n. Along and along, up with the plate
then up by the sticks. Through teeth
then a boom of flavor in the mouth.
It’s a usual day of work, if work is
to reach people and bring joy.
Put that thing back where it came fromNa/GloPoWriMo Prompt
or so help me! You’ll break it and tear it to
pieces. I’ll heal a new one in time but I’d
rather I keep it whole as it is too.
Put that thing back where it came from
or so help me. You stole it and I belatedly
noticed when I saw you with it. I don’t know
how long nor when; for now it’s yours only.
Put that thing back where it came from
or so help me—I’ve gone and lost so many.
How will this end and after, what shall come?
Like a glass of coldNa/GloPoWriMo Prompt
water washing down your throat,
that breath of relief.
A Christmas present
molded to what you wished for
yet to be unboxed.
Juggling promises
making them fit together
despite their conflicts.
The dark before dawn
devouring all vision and
depriving of hope.
Momentary joy
a reprieve before the storm,
the receding tides.
Dogs chase turning and runningNa/GloPoWriMo Prompt
after their tails wagging and swinging
from momentum their body’s dragging.
Round and round as if never stopping
on a foolhardy task for lack of happening
and simply clowning around as if exercising.
Clouds gather in billows; in pure white wedded,Na/GloPoWriMo Prompt
in grey received, in dark celebrated—by confetti
of rain, in cheers of gales, trumpeted by thunder.
In reversal of roles, the audience by rice buffeted;
cakes of mud and pools of rain decorate the party
of mortals and not—all bear witness in storms and showers.
In their wake, the grey disperse after the dark lighten;
then come the big ball of fire and the cerulean tapestry
adorned in salute by seven bows, of seven colors.
A bout of passion, of matrimony in hues enshrined
forever more.
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On stuff I already know, I only see what I call drivel on the internet. When I’ve tried it before and they are pushing for such again, it drives me insane. How utterly asinine to keep at a failed recourse. Forget that I haven’t told them, or that I haven’t a single clue on their experiences. If I say no, then so should they. Such is my stubbornness.Na/GloPoWriMo Prompt
Pan shot. The beautiful mountain side.Na/GloPoWriMo Prompt
“I love the forests, the creeks, the verdant
mountains that nature provides,” a personal
narration. Cut. A hardly fit man in trunks
spread over a beach lounger, not bothering
to hide his exasperation and perhaps some
lack of care on his face. “But obviously,
That’s not where I am right now… as always,
dragged wherever else with my family.”
More narration, even here, no attempts to
hide a lack of enthusiasm not of protest.
He’d say no, but will go with what makes his
family happy. Even at the expense of his own.
Hey, everybody ready?Na/GloPoWriMo Prompt
There’s a fire within us;
stand up and go. Let’s
get higher and higher and
when you feel like you
can’t go any further,
hear it—feel the beat.
Power dance your way
out of this city. The wind
blowing kisses against
your cheek. Move more
than you’ve ever
done. We won’t talk
but it’s okay. Let go and
fall again. More than you
and me, just got to
drift in the summer
air. A thousand overtures
over the voices of the
streets. I will know you
as the one I want. You
make me feel like walking
on sunshine and you’re
in sunlight. We’ll see
the light over water—
how lovely. Your sunshine
on my eyes can’t make me
cry. If I had a day to give,
I’ll give a day a dream away.
Follow your dreams with
heart; and when it comes
true, so shall it be for me and
you. Much more than I
ever knew; girl, do you know
how much you mean to me?
What do I do? The world
only sees the rainbow after
rain; as with my smile, after you
have come. Have you seen
my rainbow as I have yours?
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