Flash Fiction

Finally I had finished my lifes' work, it had taken me years to complete. I hear my wife ask, "have you finally finished?" I agreed with her heartfelt rhetoric as I grabbed the gun out from under my kitchen drawer and say, "I'm coming home". Smiling.

You Were a Patch of Soul

Where do I start...

Nearly four years in the making. Whoever knew it could have been crushed so easily, a feat I wish was achieved myself.

It all started when I saw you in grade 9, but that's not the point. That's history, all of it, to be burned away into the fire of my memory.

The only things that won't be burned, would be all of the fun I've had with you. Though it may seem silly at a glance, but trading music was some of the things I will always remember.

Then what would be burned? Though the burning would take years to complete, it would include: all of the drama; the conflicts; the hate; the many tears shed; or feelings of affection that had spawn between us; in I; even you.

This time two years ago, I heard a cover of "For Good" and it has now reminded me of something very important to my soul. For four years, my focus had been towards a single person. I've tried forgetting you, and you've tried to forget me, and now it is over. In a moment in time, everything I thought was destroyed by you.

So now, it is time for me to say goodbye; something that should have been done a long time ago. This is not an apology, I regret nothing. This is not forgiveness, because you have used me, but so I have used you. This is goodbye.

I would like to think that "I have been changed..." an idea that strikes me, as something I would most enjoy, if it were true.

Farewell, for now I am gone to you; as you are to I. For when you look into my eyes, you will now find, a wall.

In My Heart

Imagine this place, that is in my heart
Where drops of lilacs bloom, fall through the air.
If tear drops are shed, it's not grief, it's art
So majestic, on par with a white mare.

Suddenly. Reality knocking down
Doors; pillaging; destroying; bombastic!
Angels fly, observing, suddenly drown.
This world has become iconoclastic.

The choir now sings, voices piercing the shroud.
Burning through chaos, restoring order
Erasing traces of the mushroom cloud.
Freezing this sudden manic disorder.

Salt and Pepper

Salt and black pepper, what can be
any better? Both spice up eggs
The thought of you two makes me cry.
I eat your other half tonight

You two are much the same, so why
With so much similarity
Must you be separated in
Separate bottles, tucked together

Always in view of each other,
But never together, until
Your on the breakfast plate together.

Cold

I wake up. My body shivering in the cold darkness.
I could feel my drenched bottoms and wet socks, it's wetness chilling my bones.
Struggling to help myself up, shuffling my feet; the warm wet environment inside of my boots sends a disgusting  shiver down my spine.

Every step I take, is torture, as water is felt squirting out of my soles; the cool water flowing through my toes as they are absorbed once more, through my already wet socks back into my boots.
"Will this journey ever end?" I ask myself this as I look forward into the formidable darkness, a thick cloak doing little to warm me against the night.

Quotes I love

"I don't know why they call it heartbreak. It feels like every other part of my body is broken too." - Missy Altijd

So true.

"Giving up doesn't always mean your weak; sometimes it means you are strong enough to let go" - Author Unknown

Yep, I am too weak according to this. Not strong enough to do what is right at all.

Hit in the face

Running down the field
Speed was my shield
My eyes on the objective
So tragic when I see in perspective
That when the objective took flight
I then had lost all of my sight
The world became black in my eyes
My ears perversely ringing cry
My body feels all numb
As I then fall and succumb
To dull nothingness