Tinker Up

Wind me up, watch me crawl my way to you, struggling even more but forcing my legs to keep moving, keep going. Wind me up, cause I need the motivation of you, help me get past this point. I can’t wobble without a purpose. But I seem to me wandering all the same, Wind me…

Sounds Fishy

There once was a man, Richard Tamin A philanderer known for his scammin His wife smelled his hand He said, “Please understand! I was just at the fair tossing salmon!” © A.P. Christopher 2018 Written for The Literati Mafia Sunday Prompt

my guardian dear

i felt myself replacing trading one obsession for another looking for a new lead in the stories to tell myself at night to keep me from studying eternity & collapsing into my own anxiety stories to help me not be consumed by my own lonely heart and hollow soul i tell myself stories about someone…

walking in beauty

∏ Ô ∏ Do you really think it is a gift, hearing opportunity knocking at any given moment in time, balancing out the mountains and valleys, rivers and lakes, all the oceans and skies, between the life I’m breathing into a world of my design, a word made of letters, of countless variables and multitudes…

Pathetic

Pathetically I masquerade as a happy woman Smiling, listening, responding. Just as pathetically I wait day after day for you For a word, perhaps three a sign, a show, a glimmer of hope. Realistically I appear to be a woman unconcerned Cold, unfeeling, aloof. Just as realistically I listen night after night to you Fighting…

Music Mondays

Music Mondays features a new song each week. Listen to the music, with or without watching the video, draw inspiration from the featured image, and write a letter, poem, short story, or essay with your thoughts. Post your original work to your personal blog (not in the comments section as previously suggested). Be sure to…

Lyre

When distance grew I tried to strain My eyes The silhouette of you I spied Until I couldn’t crane My neck another inch to view The places that so heavenly you flew With letters sent I’d so remain Inside A well, my water spent Of pride A fracture on a plane Of glass that I…