She’s Taken Root (Writhing Tendrils Speak To You)
And now...her lips
Like squiggly lines...
Become alive
Inside your mind!...
And now...her finger-
tips, and locks...
...As bit by bit
Her precious stock
Begins to rise up
Like a flag,
That you salute
So heedlessly...
...Her eyes, her hips,
Her pretty feet...
...She's taken root,
Her arms
Like boughs
Stretch across the
Sealed glass...
...Your window frame
Of fond commitments
Cannot
Deny her,
So don't dare ask
The swirling heavens
For fresh cards.
She scratches out
A tune for you, and
Wrestling with feelings
Of self-
debasement,
You wonder
How you'll leave her
When she's
Etched across your
Soul...
...Now that it's real,
And was foretold,
She shimmers like the
Severed cable
From a downed power-
line who's
Black, and peeling skin
Sparks your yearning
To slow down,
And take
All things electric
Deep inside your
Screaming mind...
...You can implant her
If you wish...
But, it's too late...
...She's taking root,
And now you breathe her
With each breath
Up through your sinus,
To your head...
...She's become something
So true!...
As here she thrives...
...Now bearing fruit.
©
2018
Bunny Villaire
The Dark List
Tori and I are talking about posting to Prose. She is wondering how dark one can get on here without raising red flags. We took a look at the portals (which I just found out how to access).
"What direction," I ask her, "are you going in? Dark can mean a lot of things..."
I tick points off on my fingers as I scroll through the portal choices.
"Is it murder dard or BDSM dark?" She laughs at this.
"No, its not BDSM dark, as much fun as that would be."
I scroll further. "Politics!" I exclaim. "Politics are pretty dark."
She goes on to add religion to the Dark List, stating that it can get pretty dark.
I agree.
Sleep Part 2
Crash!
While sleeping, her dream is rudely disturbed.
She was so hopeful of her sleep not becoming perturbed.
Running away from the grasping trees, the pieceful day had turned on her.
The wind is no longer singing but howling for it's pray.
Praying, she is hopeing to wake up and live another day.
She pinches her self once and once more again.
Just to make sure this was a nightmare she was in.
The pinches felt real. Could it really be true?
Could her nightmare manifested into reality?
She couldn't know for sure so she ran.
Away from her memories, family and friends.
She ran to avoid being hurt again.
Fleeing the chaos of the hellish fantasy.
She stopped in her tracks too afraid to move.
A buzzing bird had swallowed her whole.
Turns out the bird is just an alarm clock and she must get ready for school.
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This site is creative sustenance. It's like the last bit of buttered popcorn at the bottom of the tub, when all life seems to be handing out are charred, unpopped kernels and used Justin Bieber CDs. It's a way to see and be seen. It's as if Casey Kasem were still alive... but this Top {insert number} is for interesting, up-and-coming writers, and I get to pick my own music.
Active participation in this site is like cultivating the soil of the Brazilian Pampas. It's a fertile place to learn and grow. It's like a hillock in a meadow--conspicuous, but in a good way. Sometimes, I even get bits of feedback, even if I'd rather just get that little heart. (Egad! Honesty?) It's encouragement, entertainment, engagement, and advertisement all rolled into one like a four-cheese quesadilla.
I for one am glad to be here.
I am a Null-Set Annoyer
I am a null-set annoyer. I have been one all of my life. I annoy people by not talking to them. I annoy people by not looking at them. I annoy people simply by not even knowing they exist.
I am a null-set annoyer and I am very good at what I do not do.
Just the other day, I did not meet someone who did not meet me. Neither of us were anywhere near the other and neither of us know anything about the other. This simple set of facts was enough for the party-of-the-first-part to find me annoying.
I am a null-set annoyer and I shouldn’t complain.
The party-of-the-first-part must have worked so much harder at not knowing anything about me than I even bothered to work at not knowing anything about him. This relationship (or lack thereof) might never have never bloomed into nothing as easily as it never did if the party-of-the-first-part had never recognized that I never recognized what he failed to know about nothing about the nothing there was nothing to know about.
I am a null-set annoyer and I should be used to this by now.
I have been accused of not delivering on promises I never promised, not agreeing with words never spoken, and never (and I really do mean never) caring about those that believe I should never care about.
I can understand the reluctance of others to never understand what can never be understood.
Should you be annoyed at me when you have never met me, never seen me, never spoke to me, never knew anything about me and mostly never will?
Of course you should!
For I am a null-set annoyer who has the power to make such a person cry and whine at will.
Whenever I want.
For as often as I want.
Simply by doing nothing.