I wrote a long piece about how terrible you are. I accidentally opened the door to the black hole in my mind where you reside. I published it. Then I remembered it doesn’t matter WHAT you are or WHO you are. Whatever I feel for you on occasion is as fleeting and temporary as we were.
So my long theory has the simplest conclusion: you are nothing.
Daily Prompt: Theory
Our flawed brains ordain us as elegant beings
Synapses misfiring, like broken shooting stars
Our wholeness ebbing and flowing like the tides at sunset
A graceful dance between what is and what should be
Gliding in our minds haunted hallways
Misfortune named disease whispers our name
It can bring us to our knees, begging for sweet mercy
Somehow, its careless cruelty is deafening to the irrelevant
So we are always sure to carry ourselves as sovereignty
Dignity is our gift and your curse
We are not well, a truth
Only a slight tear in our universe separates us from orderly
We are like well-oiled doors that develop a sudden squeak
Or a clock that suddenly stops keeping perfect time
A slight stumble, unasked for value lost, but not useless
Like the tired hands of an elderly person
Beautiful with their impurities, sacred from their story
Still blessed with a painful but triumphant epoch
The majesty comes from the struggle
For who else can carry this burden than the bent?
Average we will never know
For our hearts beat in time with the Unknown
Daily Prompt: Elegance
There’s Dasher, and Dancer, and Prancer, and Vixen…and this furry little asshole knocking all the ornaments off my tree. Cups off my tables. Cereal boxes onto the ground. Bowie baby, have a holly jolly Christmas, you adorable tornado.
Daily Prompt: Jolly
I’m so hot, sweat pouring, mind soaring, another degree between you and me. I’m melting, its sweltering, I can’t let go, baby can’t you see? It’s so hot and you’re so cool, I’m a sucker, you call me your fool. My temperature’s rising, but being near you, it’s not surprising. I’m going up another degree, nerves roiling like an angry sea, what’s this thing between you and me? You make me shiver, you make me quiver, I’m your sweet little gift giver. I climb and I shake, I give and you take, make me rock like an earthquake. Sweat flowing, mind blowing, your eyes got my body bowing. Come here, please stay, I’ll show you what it means to play. I can’t stand this heat, you taste so damn sweet, come back and sweep me off my feet. Scorch me with your fingertips, I cant help but give in, destroy me again with your fiery kisses of sin.
Daily Prompt: Degree
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