Messy – Daily Prompt

“But how? How does one live a life that is not messy?” the girl asked.

“One doesn’t.” the woman replied.

“I don’t want my life to be messy” the girl sulked.

“Then learn to clean up after yourself.”

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Puncture Wounds

Puncture Wounds

Your presence in my life is a series of puncture wounds. Brief. In-out. In-out. But deep. They bleed and bleed. And just as one begins to heal, you come and inflict another. In-out. It bleeds and bleeds.

Every time I ready my armor. I start to slowly put it on. But I’m never fast enough. In-out. Blood. Because I do not want to be. In-out. Blood. For you are a rose, and to have your beauty, I will bear your thorns. In-out. Blood.

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Expectations – Daily Prompt

I gave you a smile and expected nothing in return; I gave you a hand and expected nothing in return; I gave you my heart and expected nothing in return; I gave you everything I could and expected nothing in return. Or so I thought.

I was wrong.

When I gave you a smile, I expected it to make you smile; when I gave you a hand, I expected you to take it; when I gave you my heart, I expected you to want it; when I gave you everything, I expected you to need it.

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Heard – Daily Prompt

I heard you when you said you wanted a friend. I heard you when you said you needed some help. I heard you when you sighed, I heard when your heart broke, I heard you when your breath came hard and panic clawed at your throat. I heard you when you laughed, I heard you when you cried. I heard you when you thought there was nobody listening. I heard the inner turnings of you mind, I heard the quiet whispers of your soul. I heard you then, I hear you now, I will hear you always.

Do you hear me?

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Uncertainty – Daily Prompt

Uncertainty – Daily Prompt

When I think about you, it’s not the distance that’s the worst to bare. It’s not the silence or inconsistency or the confusion. It’s the uncertainty. It’s the endless stream of “or”s¬†that tears me apart piece by little piece. It’s that when I ask myself why, I don’t have one answer, I have 10 and every day, a different one seems more likely. It’s that every question that I ask and every move that you make adds more possibilities, until I’m drowning.

This is what madness is. Madness is a chain of “or”s.

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Unfinished – Daily Prompt

Unfinished – Daily Prompt

It all feels so unfinished. Like God got distracted in the middle of writing our story and forgot what He was going to write, so He continued with a different story. Continued with yours, but not with mine.

Sometimes I think that I was just not good enough a character to be part of your story. Or that I was so insignificant, so irrelevant that God simply forgot I was also around. But sometimes, in the early hours of dawn – the time of dreams – I wonder if maybe… maybe God didn’t forget at all. Maybe He’s just waiting for the right time to reveal the epic plot twist that will take us all by surprise.


Together – Daily Prompt

I dream of a time when we are together;

When your arms are my refuge and your heart is my tether.

I wish for the day when I will be free,

When my heart will belong to no one but me.

The dream fights the wish, the wish fights the dream,

Two shards of myself, such conflict within;

I wonder in the end which one will win,

The mind with the wish or the heart with the dream?