Buttons and epaulettes
march for all who fall
conflicts toll stand silent
lost, to be lost, not yet born
No, no last words… she cried.
‘You write in riddles sometimes, I think you try to confuse me, but I don’t know why you’d do that, why can’t you just make life simple?’
#1lineWed -theme ‘write’
#vss365 – prompt ‘trim’ #sixwords #sixwordstory
He trod in it… she didn’t.
#vss365 – prompt ‘trod’ #sixwords #sixwordstory
‘Well, that message tells me all I need to know. Only talking a short while? You must have me mixed up with someone else! Remember me, we’ve been messaging for months, remember I’m the one you said you didn’t want to lose, well you just have.’
#Thurds – theme ‘mix’
‘For so long now, for whatever reason, you’ve held back, see something that makes you nervous, too unsure, to take a chance with me. It cuts me deep, it crushes me, your every message, that never names a day for us, to at last see what we could be.’
#vss365 – prompt ‘crush’
Time warp… her middle, his end.
She untouched… he took heavens fall
Six word line/story response for week 2nd to 8th November Saturday Six Word Story Prompt (6WSP) #10 -‘Heaven’
‘Hey, you asked, I told you, stop making out I’m some kind of monster, what’s your problem with the truth, it’s how you are, live with it, I do.’
#1lineWed – theme ‘monster’
Too late, beyond return, he saw her, old and bent, a grubby lace shawl around her shoulders held by a long-fingered purple veined hand, her creped neck bleeding, ravens circled, she shuffled closer, fear frozen, sudden darkness, eyes taken, an inner scream, tongue torn.
#vss365 – prompt ‘raven’
Given, there somewhere
two hearts, spin opposite
yet the same way round.
Two souls, fused at core
the fundamentals of being
you and me, who we are.
#vss365 – prompt ‘fuse’ #poetry
Atmospherics misaligned, English invention, patent worldwide.
Online hate… anger’s face, unseen, untraced.
Running late this week for the Saturday Six Word Story Prompt (6WSP) #8 – ‘Anger’ – I guess better late than never!
Meet up… where, when? Thought not.
First time for him
seeing her as others do
a minute here, a fleeting glimpse
the nature of such gatherings,
no one man’s girl, yet men imagine
what could be, couldn’t actually,
photograph, he as is, she as always,
beside her, shutter stop, frame
delete, her life, not his to live.
Of us, not us… love’s photograph
No photograph, as if… no matter