It takes a special person to be the failure of one’s lineage. To not only be the disappoint of ones current family, but also that of one’s distant ancestors.
Gregor would have to face all of them at the arcanum. He’ll have to stand there and let their digitalized minds know that the business they’d erected in the late 3000s and carried for a century, was going to die.
The particle wall to his office hummed to life as his robot assistant rolled in. The whirl of its inner parts were deafening. “They’re waiting for you sir,” it said.
“Here we go,” he breathed to himself.
This world we live in
Is full of hate, pain, and loss
But here, in your arms,
Surrounded by your warmth, I
Feel only your love. Only you.
Picture: Adult Couple via Pixabay
Was etched deep into her skin
As crisscrossing scars
Blistering when touched, but a
Marvel when placed on canvas
Picture: Drops by Jbauer-fotographie via Pixabay
The lights haven’t been on for weeks. A hot meal and central heating were privileges we couldn’t afford. We considered our small TV, sitting on top of a box labeled “shoes” in our empty living room, an exotic item.
It stared blank faced at the two of us.
His body protected me from the cold. Rough carpet rubbed against my exposed skin. We were a tangled mess of heat and pleasure under a single, tattered blanket.
Outside the wind screamed and rain pelted the roof as if upset we could find joy—delicious joy—in a time meant to break us. A time we’re supposed to want more.
… is enough.
Picture: Kissing silhouetted couple by Hoang Loc via Pexels
She’s a voiceless,
on everyone’s board
Picture: Dark Pawn via Pixabay
Her headphones spilled music into her.
She closed her eyes and watched her thoughts shoot across the blackness of her mind, but the music stood in their path like a slab of concrete. They shattered against it, exploding into shiny bits and fading as if never there.
Picture: Shattered Glass by 412designs via Pixabay
Adrift on Life’s stream
Rapids tossing the canoe
Oars drifting away
Picture: Oar by Robert-Owen-Whal via Pixabay
Written for: National Poetry Writing Month, Day 4
Hold me tight
Hold me between
Dreaming and awake
Fog and clarity
Hold me tight
Like a love
Lost yet found
Unwilling to lose again
Picture: Woman Sleeping by IceRedfield via Pixabay
Written for: National Poetry Writing Month, Day 3
Tender midnight spray
Tapping concrete and metal
Tires drag in the distance
Picture: Drops by Andy Grizzle via Unsplash
Window eye level
City lights blurring
Greens into yellows
Yellows into Whites
Hypnotic, lulling me
Somewhere into myself
A late post today. Spent most of the day in the city and this is what I wrote on my commute home.