Running in the snow. The forest disorientates you.
The face of a wolf in the distance clams you. A familiar.
You slump against a tree.
Too young to freeze, yet too old to endure the middle of winter; distant voices sound.
You wake from a fever.
The cat licks you.
Tag: Very Short Story
VSS: Tim
Tim’s friends describe him as a quiet introvert. They love his kind presence.
The news ran a story about the rise of an oppressive cult leader.
One friend swore it was Tim, and others weren’t sure; however, all agreed Tim would never do what that maniac did to those people.
A Long Day
Home from a long day and hungry,
looking in the fridge for inspiration.
Sitting down to take off the shoes,
floating away in tired mind clouds.
Inspiration takes hold, then “Fark!”
A single tear rolls down your face,
cursing your poor smashed toes.
A Candle
Let’s burn a candle as we read
to feel like we’re in another time.
You brought the chips and dips;
I gather the books, paper, and pens.
Together we sit lost in imagination
as we dream within the candlelight.
I never knew you liked to draw,
and you never knew I adore poetry.
The Portal Door
You enter through a portal door,
innocuous, different.
A mistake I did make,
for you take the quiet spaces.
You invade every facet of my life;
no room left for my words.
I push back against the deluge,
you won’t listen.
You turn,
I close the portal door.
The Quiet Carriage
A quiet carriage,
thoughts of being alone.
The tension remains
as the passenger fidgets.
Headphones separate us,
yet there is no escape.
Living in a prison of sorts
wishing for the platform to arrive.
Why must every window be viewed
when it’s so dark outside?
Hydrangea in Bloom
Spring has come to your heart, yet I sit here in my Winter world wondering what you’re doing with all of those so-called “friends“.
I love you, yet you are like a Hydrangea in bloom. Your love will last from early spring until late Autumn, yet it never sustains the Winter.
Beginnings & Endings
Waiting for the microwave to finish,
lunch will end soon,
watching the time tick the day away,
dinner will start soon,
wishing for something to start,
hoping for something to end.
You began, then you end,
I begin, then I will end;
we will all begin and end.
VSS: Creme Brulee
With a lick of the spoon,
your toes curl.
The taste on your tongue,
your senses heighten.
The warmth down south,
the feeling builds.
With the last spoonful of Creme Brulee,
you climax and fall off the chair.
Annoying Ads
Watching the
repetitious ads,
and the
annoying jingles.
You paralyse
our minds with
the stupidity
on the screen.
Fed up, we only
watch ad-free
reality television.
Watching a show
about miniature
goats going on
celebrity dates.
C & K 