In the Beginning Was The Question

Rainbow Angel Art by Qu Guangci and Xiang Jing (Ode-To-Art Gallery)
“Rainbow Angel” by Qu Guangci and Xiang Jing (Ode-To-Art Gallery)

Behold:
I offer you a plenitude
take it, go on, take.

Partake of preciousness;
oodles of opulence;
decades of decadence.
Delightful delirium.

Next:
drink of emptiness
sip,
sup from the cup
filled to overflowing
with nothingness;
an empty well;
everyman’s crucifixion.

Now,
draw a line:
in sand, up in the sky,
somewhere,
everywhere,
nowhere.

Then,
honestly tell me:
was it a gift~
or curse~
you partook of?

The look
on your face
betrays
you know not
what your life~
this lifetime~
is all about.

Or perhaps,
you were simply afraid.
Too scared.

Scarred?

To ask is to receive.
Answers often
aren’t soothing.

Truth torments.

All you knew~
felt~
was agony;
devastation of defeat;
the acrid taste
of wanton wreckage.

Counting fallen loves
gave meaning~
excuses?~
to years lost.

For whom?
For what?
But why?

Looking back is futile.
It is forbidden you.

In the comfort of lies
you sought solace.
Drunk in the muck
of momentary madness
you imagined
redemption;
temptations transcended.

Oh, holy fool!
Ask again.

Seeker,
drifter,
lover of leaving.

Who art thou?

Victim,
whore,
saboteur.

Who,
what,
pulls the strings
of your heart?

Who commands your soul?

Whom do you worship?

What god do you serve?

Watch how the moon
waxes and wanes.

Flirt with fate
no more.

Embrace your destiny,
not
someone else’s dream.

Time.

How much
already behind you?

How much
left
ahead of you?

Tick, tock, tick…

Who Will Write Our Story?

Wu Qiong, Artist
Art by Wu Qiong

Maybe it’s the child in me
merrily playing
with~
at love.
A silly game,
then another,
deliriously pretending
to be loved~
in love
with love.

You love me
a lot, a lot.
Or not.

Will you imagine
my fairy tale?
I see everything.
I have nothing
at all.

Is it the child in me
forever wanting
what
she cannot have?

Puella Eternis~
eternal child.
Wanting, needing,
never ending
want.

How do I dream
of coming home
to a place
I don’t belong?

What future
for life
lived
living
in the past?

And what of sorrows?
Aborted tomorrows
unmourned
unwept
unburied?

Sorry, oh so sorry, life.

How do I write
your name?
From whence
you came?

Who will sing
those songs
this heart
murmurs
in the dark?

Listen.
I hear you not.

Goodbye?
But,
you’re already gone.

Done living
done loving
done being.

Time flew
and yet
my life
was born~
of you.

Walking
under your shadow
crossroads
stopping, stumbling
waiting
a heaving sentence
pausing to wait.

But who will write our story?
Not to be read.
No.
But,
so as not
to forget:
no one
no life
is ever
for naught.

I, you,
we matter.

Time is late.
You and I
we are past
saying goodbye.

A kiss and a hug~
shelter for
the coming storm.

We have yet
to write this story.
Here, give me your hand,
I have a pen.

Stealing Time

ChapelNights

Steal from time
jealously
pilfer each second
selfishly
possess every moment
knowingly.

Waste not
a single shred
of smile~
yours.

Spend preciousness
lovingly  gazing
at you.

For distractions
make no room.

None.

No attraction
is better
than being
with you.

I need not
own you
to love you.

You need not
return kisses
to have me.

Someday~
one day~
goodbye
will come calling.

Till then~

but not
until then~

hold my hand
in yours

Never let me go.

Bon Anniversaire à Une Chère Amie

Bon anniversaire à une chère amie!

Qu’aujourd’hui et chaque jour, vous puissiez être entourée de beauté, de bénédictions et de miracles. Que votre lumière brille encore davantage.

Vous ne saurez jamais ce que votre amitié représente pour moi.

Je peux seulement vous dire qu’elle est importante, précieuse et infinie.

Sans elle, je n’aurais pas pu survivre à ces sombres et terribles nuits en gardant ma raison, mes espoirs et mon humour bien vivants. Votre présence guérit.

Pour toujours et encore davantage, vous avez mon affection et ma dévotion.

Ce lien durera.

Votre amie ‘apprivoisée’,

#FlashFictionFriday entry “Someday”

Always and forever…keep on dreaming…dream the dream to reality.

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On to week four (but only my second entry) of the flash fiction challenge by Flash Fiction for Aspiring Artists, check out their blog and join in. Check out mine inspired by this week’s photo prompt. Photo provided and credited to: @Cat/My travels with depression

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Someday
By Michelle Styles
#FLASHFICTIONFRIDAY entry
Wednesday March 11th, 2015
(131 words)

Someday,

Someday I will have a boat and call the boat my own.
Someday I will sail that boat and it will be my home.
Someday I will realize my dream, though it’s far away.
Someday and soon, but someday is not today.

Today it’s just my dream, of that glorious day.
Today I work and toil, there is no other way.
Today I have but words, my dream has no say.
Today I dream of better days, today is not someday.

Someday I will moor it, in that space right there

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Seeker’s Way

Mark My Way
Mark My Way

Seeker’s Way

Shepherded like herd
Treated like turd
Sitting, squatting, sleeping
On cold, dank, grimy floors.

Watching and waiting
For that clock
To the minute tick:
“Boarding time”

So much trouble
For what? And why?

Why, simply….

For…the thrill of travel

…the freedom to marvel

… the pleasure of people
meeting souls

…potential lovers secretly musing
“could it be you?…”

…the joy—though fleeting—
of forgetting
forlorn
dreary days

… the rapture
of remembering
amidst the fog
dreams.

Such is the price we pay
For world-wide wonder.

Weaving memories
Expanding minds
Pushing horizons.

Infinite possibilities.

Thus is a window
Cracked open
To turn one’s life around.

Rend, lend, and bend
Thus will we mend.

Healing is the calling
Wholeness our being.

A rhyme goes with reason
A time for each season.

With each takeoff
Praying to land
Step into
Completion.

 

Yes! 2015 Welcomes WordPress Bloggers With 3 New Awards.

Versatile Blogger
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No words suffice. One can only try. Sob. Sniffle. Sniff.

Even if I’m unable to immediately fulfill the responsibilities the following awards demand, I need to thank each and every one who generously nominated this amateur blogger for the above 3 awards. Beyond marvelous.

My congratulations to all nominees. We’re winners all! Yippee yehey 🙂

1. Writer, Poet, Photographer bjsscribbles You do Australia proud 😉

2. Splendid blogger Dear Kitty. Some Blog. Surely, Anne Frank is all smiles reading your posts. You’re both beacon and herald.

3. Eternal child Amity, whose state of mind encompasses all of nature, all of life, all that is wondrous and alive.

Not only have you recognized, and honored, us, you’ve given fresh meaning to inspiration. We persist in pursuing our dreams, knowing: the thrill lies in the seeking, each wild journey reveals potentially life changing discoveries, our souls wander restless until we listen and relent.

We’re mad and we’re glad. We’re alive!

A toast to scaling ever loftier mountains in 2015!