For hundreds of years One life to the next Our souls came together In life, until death When our eyes first met Those memories returned The lives that we’d lived The times that we burned The vows that we made Lifetimes ago That, where one…
Tag: #hour9
The Secret
Once in a blue moon, I take out an old picture of myself just to check how many wrinkles I’ve added since I crossed happy days Once in a blue moon, I try to recollect just what you whispered into my ears as we made…
From the waters I evolve And he drops The jaws In the sunshine I dissolve Yes I am free Of flaws In the skies I fly Up Above I’ve also got claws! A mystery No one can solve I’ve grown against Nature’s laws
Love me or Hate me
In my comfort, you came. In my brokenness, you swept me away. Like the ocean, I brought peace; Like the pandemic, I shut you in. Take me, break me. Hate me, love me. Hold my hands Or don’t hold me at all. This too shall…
Imagine Nation (hour 9, prompt 9)
Skies of glitter majesty Lakes of crystal light The wind is music on my skin And everywhere’s a sight There’s magick in the very air A world lit up in rainbow hues And in a field of fairy dust The unicorns are dancing, too It’s…
Light up the dark
We built the treehouse up in the old hickory tree we would sleep up there to escape the heat from the little cottage our grandfather built back when he was young and strong and not hunched over with age. At night, we would watch the…
Strange Summer
Strange heat. Firefly light. I forego my mask and head into the night I’m fighting a lethargy like none I have known. I walk out past the treeline to stargaze alone. Will celestial wonders bring me back from the brink. I sip from my bottle…
In a dreamy land Deep in the woods Small, Dark cottage Strange and funky Was the abode of a spirited, crazy old dame As weird as she was, Gobbled up crispy hot porridge, Each day dressed up like no other And Danced her way to…
Skay Hour 9
An exhausted afternoon sun strikes lethargy In a stifling thick air of the summer cottage A tired fan groans as it makes yet another Circle midair in the dense heat. Fumes rise from the bottle of need Putrid, rancid, and plain old strange My head…
Almost Normal
References to Portal 2 and Half-Life Wheatley is once more alone, or as good as, His companion mindless, and deaf To his monologue GLaDOS is once more in charge, or as good as, Her memories back in their box, her Control, absolute Chell is once…