just as a bicycle rider lifts his rump off the seat when he sees a bump ahead so as not to hate himself later so did she pull back when she sensed he was about to throw himself in front of her like a clingy speedbump who just didn't know how to let it ride
His Voice ~ Really Bad Poetry
his voice carried through the bar with a huskiness that was ruff enough to pull a dogsled
Vulnerable
She was honest, witty, and cocky with an uncommon confidence though her nose wrinkled when she was feeling shy. Beautifully vulnerable. ⁂ Sammie Scribbles Weekend Writing Prompt Use the word "vulnerable" and write a piece of poetry or prose in exactly 21 words. ⁂ How did I do? Don't be shy... Tell me what you think!
Her Eyes ~ Really Bad Poetry
her eyes smoldered dark and heavy like the smoldering blackness of coal miner's lungs after 50 years below ground
Impress
He had always wanted to impress her but had always thought himself lacking. "Surely she wants more than I could ever have to offer her..."For years he had had regret that he'd never taken the shot when he had the chance, when she was right in front of him. And here she was, years later... Continue Reading →
Versatile Blogger Award
Alright. I'm a bit behind the curve here, but I'm kind of in the middle of all the things with all the upside-down turning of a life in transition, so it took me a little. Kim at I Tripped Over a Stone nominated me, oh, three months ago for the Versatile Blogger Award. As the... Continue Reading →
True Colors
Piracy is as old as sea travel whether it takes place on the seas themselves or whether the pirates land along waterways. We have a tendency when looking back to romanticize it to some degree through its differing iterations whether we talk about actual historical events and examples of piracy or whether we talk about... Continue Reading →
Mitch the Toast ~ Really Bad Poetry
mitch was for all intents and purposes toast not the buttery kind that calms an upset stomach or angry toddler not the peanutty kind that always falls face down because kids always drop it not the kind that has jam or honey and that is served with tea but not the posh high kind of... Continue Reading →
How Deeply Yearns
How deeply yearns The soul of the sea For the smooth white sands When hauled away By the inescapable pull Of that far off world Void of any life or warmth Yet dragging insipidly Away from the warm pools And softness of sunlight To the cold and desolation How empty and chilled The soul of... Continue Reading →
the kintsukuroi life 