When nature fails to invigorate

When even nature fails to invigorate, When forests seem bleak and mountains heave a sigh, When things just fall apart like a reprobate Whose worn existence and stale cigarette Makes me – a twisted catcher in the rye Whose broken nature fails to invigorate. When gnarly trees do threaten, castigate With haunting browns, dead leaves…

Rush

There is something between each mote of dust, suspended in the light of the bulb that I switch on: elementally flawed, fundamentally twisted, fanatically fucked, and so, I walked out to no serenade of songbirds, and walked to the old coffee shop, later a café, and now an outdoor restaurant, and saw her, smoking that…

Blood on a page

Over the years, I stripped the collective ‘we’ that’s love, and replaced it with an egotistical, selfish, stupid, ‘I’, and if words could kill, I’ve spewed syllables like knives, cutting your core, and breaking you time and again. And then with a heart coated with guilt like rust, slowly corroding, eating me alive, I’ve returned…

Prison Cell Paranoia (part 2)

Some bolt of madness comes from a demonic source, and I’m swirling and swirling in inner chaos. ‘He wrote this because he hates my writing.’ ‘Did she call me a narcissist using subtle, vague imagery?’ ‘Does she want me to suffer because she’s never forgiven me?’ and then this amicable, passionate man is possessed by…

People

When we write, we write with the hardest hearts, singed raw with pride, but when we grieve, those hearts soften, and words become tears cascading down rough contours and jagged edges. What’s written isn’t felt when hands mechanically type, but when it’s felt, despair cloaks us, and we wish for idyllic unknowns and peaceful reveries….

Philosophical Essay Challenge

This week, the Literati Mafia hosts a unique philosophical essay challenge. The theme is depravity. You can draw inspiration from the T in TULIP if you’re a hardcore Calvinist, but please focus only the depravity part! We don’t want a sermon! We want a reflective essay that examines depravity. You can write about low-lives and…

Dear Melissa

When you read this, I won’t know if you’ll be shocked or just subdued. I won’t know if you’ll think I took the coward’s way out or had the courage to do something most people only dream or talk about. Life is filled with tragic curves and barely guarded hairpin bends and there’s only so…