What am I?

Get out!
i hang
i stick
unnoticed,
until you need me

i mark the path you must take
freedom from Death

in such a catastrophe
my path is a flood
bodies pour out
screaming tugging,
crying

me, the rescuer
left behind
to burn

55 word story

Oh life, it’s sweet and powerful, angry and bitter.
What is life? Is it the ultimate search for happiness, power and love? Or is it just a mere wait, day after day, lack of contentment and meaning.
Is there an answer to these questions? Or is life just a big contradiction; significance and rationality unfound.

Title:
No sense of resolve, the feeling is mutual

What am I?

you think you’re sly, you think you’re
cool, you think you can
hide, out of
sight from mr. or mrs. But you
Can’t

You’re sly,i think
Not, you’re hiding, not from
Me! i can’t
Smell
Taste or
Feel
The only sense I have is to
See! i
See you!

The day my world changed

Version Three

Ping Pong

it sat in my basement
untouched
my fate overlooked
brought to me
waiting no longer
previously overlooked, but then so
clear
my fate
pierced the walls of my ignorant denial

the foreign instrument,
rubber and wood
finished moves,
subconsciously calibrated
perfect

my old self,
bored and
lacking
wanting something unknown
my old self,
gone
the new one,
obsessed

never enough
always craving, the
control, the
pick pock, pick pock
a quickened heartbeat,
too complex and fast,
for the novice

freedom
only the rhythmic moves
and endless passion
freedom from boredom forevermore

my experienced rival
lost
fate
found

What she should have said

A friend, fool, and fraud
A story of two perspectives

The fool:
he was so handsome, so kind
he took my hand,
i had no intention of letting go

The friend:
she was so sweet, but so naïve
he took her hand
did she know?
he was a charmer
sucking her in
only to let go

The Fool:
he really cared
he listened and cooperated
he held me so sweet
so adoring

The friend:
he won her over
he won his prize
did he know?
she was a gate to redemption
freedom from abuse and nastiness
a chance for happiness and cleansing

The Fool:
he made me feel so secure
so complete and perfect
i knew he wouldn’t let go
i was ready
ready to give up looking
because it was right there
between us
we were in love
intimate love

The Friend:
he really blinded her
she followed that scum so loyally
she got her warnings
from her true loves
but the scum defeated us
charm and deceit his weapon

The fool:
my so called friends
were filled with jealousy and lies
they told me awful things
were they trying to pull my love away?

The Friend:
i love her so much
i tried and tried to save her
but she was so badly influenced
she was taken from me
never to be seen again

The Fool:
i was so confused
what happened?
did he no longer love me?
did i do something wrong?
it was just my fault
i knew i was never good enough
i should’ve never burdened him with my love
it was ok, i would be better next time
i pleaded for that next time,
but he continued

The Friend:
an unbearable year passed,
i saw him, he saw me
we both knew who he was
a murderer
he turned and walked away, fearful to show his guilt
his new victim totally oblivious

No longer a fool:
now i look down on them
sometimes I help out
i try to give them clues
sometimes they listen
it reminds me of my fragile human days
when i should have listened
when satan snatched my hand
i should have said no