Not a Happy Ending


(possible trigger warning)

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She was surrounded with the finest

Modern art on the walls

Contemporary furniture filled her rooms

All the best money could buy

Her clothes were designer labels

Her shoes custom made

But with all the best in her world

There was one thing she didn’t have

Him

And no matter what she did

She could not turn his head

She would sit in her townhouse

Wondering what was wrong with her

Until the day she no longer cared

Felt she was destined to be lonely

And her devastation fueled her demons

Who helped her swallow all the pills

Alone

He almost lost his breath when he heard

He took a step or two back

How could this have happened

This couldn’t be the truth

The shock just wouldn’t leave him

He felt so much sadness

If only he had taken that chance

And reached out to gently touch

Her


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Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – contemporary

Silence is Not Always Golden

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What did you just say?

Your voice has drifted away

And became a distant din in my ear.

Why do you prattle

On and on about things

That are of no interest to me?

By now you should know

There are few things we have in common

And that makes it hard to find a suitable conversation.

So, we sit in silence;

You lost in the television,

And me with my written words.

Until the day I say enough

And ask you to leave this place,

Only then will I find peace and maybe myself.


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – prattle

Surprise

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Taking the last sip of his energy drink he turned his attention to the work at hand.  He had a deadline, and he was determined to meet it.  With a frenetic pace he dove into his project of creating a rack for the kitchen to hold spices.  It was intended as a surprise for his wife who would be home from a business trip tomorrow.  He had the rack all assembled but had to stain the wood still to match the wood in the kitchen.  He was on his second coat when his wife surprised him by coming home early. 


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – frenetic

(100 words)

White Elephant Sale

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It stares at us

Fueling anxiety

I for one have had it

I will not let it control me

It is obvious what is going on

The elephant in the room

Has control over our emotions

Leaving us on opposite sides

These only one way to solve this

And so we strike out today

On new beginnings

And sad endings

I will not look back with regret

Only with hope for tomorrow


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – obvious

Out of the Mouths of…

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“Behind each woman rises the austere, sacred and mysterious face of Aphrodite.” – Nikos Kazantzakis

“I don’t take much from my own father, because he was a very austere, quiet, private man who would come home from work, go to his parlor and play Beethoven on his piano.” – John Mahoney

“I do believe that our modern English usage has become way too clipped and austere/ I have been reading excepts from the journals of 18th-century seafarers lately, and even the lowliest press-ganged deck-swabber turns a finer phrase than I do most days.” – Geraldine Brooks

“Well you know… I grew up in a post war Britain, where you were lucky to get anything to eat. People in America have absolutely no concept of how austere England was after the war. While you were all sort of eating butter and eggs, we were eating rabbit. That’s what there was in the butcher shop.” – Tim Curry


For Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – austere

Mumbles … Garner

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Garner… there are James and Jennifer.  A small town in Iowa that I had never heard of until tonight and of course it means to gather.  And I really need to garner my thoughts.  I am at a turning point in my life and things are going to change soon.  I need strength and hope.  I need courage and dreams.  While some of my friends tell me I have those things, I still wonder about them, especially the strength.

But I have been in a much darker place than “normal” recently and I can not stay there, so I have to take measures to help protect my mental health.  I am hoping these changes will not disrupt my regular life like this blog for example… if I am missing a day or two don’t worry, I will be back soon.  As it is I am slowly starting to catch up a bit.  At worst I was 15/16 days behind, now I am at the 4th so this being late on the 15th that would be 11 days behind.  I am getting there, slowly but surely.

So, changes happen Friday if all goes as planned. Wish me luck.  Now to try and squeeze in a couple more posts between now and then.


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – garner

Thoughts

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I didn’t give you permission

To treat me like a stranger

I never thought you would

Turn away from me

**

I didn’t give my consent

To have you change my life

I never thought you could

Leave me in such disarray

**

I didn’t give any approval

Of these lonely endless nights

I never thought you were the type

To put me on a shelf in the back

**

I didn’t give my authorization

To disrespect me so much

I now think that you did

Throw out the best of us


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – consent

No Longer

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An ingrate is a person ungrateful.  I don’t want to be an ingrate; I don’t want to be ungrateful.  I want to be thankful for all that has been given to me.  But I also want to acknowledge what I don’t need…

Your degrading tone

You treating me as fragile

You ignoring me

You badgering me

You avoiding me

You not validating what I do

You not appreciating me

Basically I no longer need you


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – ingrate

Darkness Ahead

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The darkness comes

Slithering in like snakes

Surroundings take on new meaning

The trees turn deadly

As they reach out for you

Shadows chasing you home

The graveyard down the street

Is a birthplace of the macabre

Bodies scattered amongst the graves

Unsure of who is dead

And who is the undead

You fumble for your keys

Hoping to outdistance

The demons that haunt you

But the door creaks slowly open

Revealing a gruesome sight

And all you can do is scream

As the world turns black


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – macabre