• darseyrsm commented on the post, wedding 7 months, 2 weeks ago

    The air is warm, sunshine beating down through breaks in the clouds. The white drapery softly defuses it. I squint against the light, only to blink back tears. The sun disappears to me along with the world. The only thing left is my bride. My wife. Today, she is my wife.

  • katiekieran commented on the post, illuminated 11 months ago

    when we see
    reality
    for what it is-
    loyalists lying
    to themselves
    and everyone
    asleep to wars
    worlds away
    weeping widows
    wait for words
    of hope

    Empathy-
    the illuminated veil

  • Safon commented on the post, nominee 11 months, 2 weeks ago

    the nominee had no idea he had a fighting chance—less–he thoguht he’d been nominated by mistake—an undersight, perhaps. he arrived, anyway, as a courtesy to the nominators at expense of embarrasing himself. imposters syndrome is realer than recognition.

  • Safon commented on the post, circus 11 months, 3 weeks ago

    her life had become a circus but she was no ringmaster—-she was a jester in her own show. the clown that reacted to the pulse of what brought it joy–the people—her “people” manifest ed in the form of alcohol. and she would do tricks for it and as a result of ti. th cycle was vicious.

  • Safon commented on the post, handlebars 1 year ago

    the handlebars head marks–ones that you could see–visible only to the eyes that were looking for the them. they were stained–grey– faded. she had been theough enough for it to wear off.

  • darseyrsm commented on the post, atrium 1 year, 1 month ago

    In the wide atrium, the central pedestal was the only source of light. The rest of the room was bathed in light shadows that flickered with the shifting of the mysterious object in its centre.

  • Safon commented on the post, central 1 year, 1 month ago

    her peace was central to her everything else. she hadnt realized this in years–3 to be exact. she allowed herself to glide, hazily, through interactions, and frustrations, and habits until the time came for he to sit hwith herself—again. to see what she’d been missing. to rediscover her herness.

  • katiekieran commented on the post, wagon 1 year, 1 month ago

    fell off again
    in $3500 increments
    scattered like stardust
    across a national park
    moonscape
    but we all know
    there’s no beauty
    in self inflicted failure

  • Safon commented on the post, wagon 1 year, 1 month ago

    The wagon carried her secrets. she covered them with a blanket—the thick one from her grandmoters bed. though covered she feared the wind would be the secret’s revelaer—peeling the banket back with a gust. she feared

  • Safon commented on the post, wagon 1 year, 1 month ago

    the wagon was heavier than expected. she loaded it to the brim with all she thouht was necessary—nmot taking into the account the fact thgat she would have to carry it all with her. what necessary immediately chagned. now she was forced with the taks of unloaded those things little by little that served les purpose

  • Safon commented on the post, hoodie 1 year, 2 months ago

    the hoodie she was stil lsmelled of him—that slight stench of musk and coconut oil—she inhaled the memories of the better times when this space felt safe—that space within his garment the space within him. she now inhales the m

  • Safon commented on the post, hoodie 1 year, 2 months ago

    the hoodie was his weapon—or so they thought. they hoodie represented all the things that were hidden that they wished that they could see. the hoodie held the secret—destroying the hoodie allows the secrets to flow.

  • Safon commented on the post, stunt 1 year, 2 months ago

    The stunt didnt go as planned—-they never do. she had it all mapped out from call to response. she perfected the exchange and even considered possiblity for wild card—just not wild enough. the stunt started as practiced but ended in disaster. the end is always what gets ya.

  • Safon commented on the post, stunt 1 year, 2 months ago

    the stunt she pulled on herself was the worst of them all. she was the spy and enemy target all the same. she didnt try to reconcile the difference just played the team that called for her the loudest at any given time. she pretended to have a fav, but that too was a lie. she

  • darseyrsm commented on the post, sleepless 1 year, 2 months ago

    All those long, sleepless nights were coming back to haunt him. Luke tried to play it cool, but his mouth forced its way open into a wide, loud yawn. It drew attention from most of the crowd around him, including – to his great misfortune – his boss.

  • darseyrsm commented on the post, tedious 1 year, 2 months ago

    “Isn’t it getting tedious for you too?” I voice the question I have been thinking for weeks. “All this running around, pretending not to care too much?”

  • darseyrsm commented on the post, heatwave 1 year, 2 months ago

    The heatwave outside meant that when Zoe finally entered the sheriff’s station, she shivered at the blast of cool air that enveloped her. The soothing coolness didn’t last long though. Inside the station, doing pull-ups and sweating up a storm, was Jo, the unreasonably good-looking deputy sheriff.

  • darseyrsm commented on the post, pricey 1 year, 2 months ago

    “It might be a little pricey, but I guess, if it really makes you happy…”

    “Oh, thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

    “It’s… it’s really nothing.”

  • darseyrsm commented on the post, liar 1 year, 2 months ago

    She’s a liar, and you know that, but you still just want to trust her. You want to believe she’s telling the truth when she promises not to hurt you. But you don’t. So you push just little further until you feel the breath escape her lungs in one harsh blow.

    “I really liked you,” she says, like it isn’t a lie. And the world crashes down around…[Read more]

  • katiekieran commented on the post, greens 1 year, 2 months ago

    goddesses of grandeur
    glowing gold in
    forgotten fields of
    harvested ideals
    at once vibrant and
    subtle
    alive but
    dying