Tag Archives: Heart

Alien Reconstruction

Posted on November 14, 2015 | Leave a comment

Welcome everybody to the introduction
Hopefully I’ll explain it all through my induction
Building a new existence through self seduction
There’s no time now for self destruction

Compiling the knowledge for instruction
Eliminating the extra work through deduction
Now it’s time to begin the inner construction
First finding all the hindering walls by deduction

Then knocking down all those obstructions
And leveling off all the reductions
Finishing my new existence by conduction
Forgetting the time of the alien abduction

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Tagged Dreams, Embrace, Friendship, Fun, Health, Heart, Humor, Michael Yost, Wonder

Empty Crucifixes

Posted on March 28, 2015 | Leave a comment

Imagination gives lift to my wings
Makes it easier to lift my voice and sing
Anchors scrapping the bottom breaking their strings
Like a catapult boulder flung on a fling

Landing hard beyond the wide and long river Styx
No change in my mouth to pay for Charon’s pyx
More things that could have happened were politics
Now praising God for empty crucifixes

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Tagged Anxiety, Catapult, Choices, Death, Empty Crucifixes, Expectations, Faith, Flung on a Fling, Heart, Humor, Imagination, Love, Michael Yost, Poetry, River Styx, Wonder

Pagliacci

Posted on June 19, 2014 | Leave a comment

Sunday’s I think the day couldn’t get any better
When I’m right… It’s short lived and the earth swallows
When I’m wrong… I’m right..The rain washes it away
What’s left of today… I find the mud and wallow

I’m drawn to bad luck and events on my days off
The tragic clown, Pagliacci, cried for me in the rain
Running fast, slipping on the sewer and floated
All the fuss helped promote his hurt and pain

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Tagged Anxiety, Choices, Consequences, Dreams, Heart, Humor, Hurt and Pain, Lonliness, Love, Michael Yost, Pagliacci, Tears Dripping, Writing

Daddy’s Shoes

Posted on May 23, 2014 | Leave a comment

I fill these large shoes but stumble
Falling down hard I am humbled
All around jeering mumbles
Like it’s funny that I tumbled

Again my self talk is bad
I only want to be sad
Where’s your reason to be glad
Your goodness drives me mad

Walking the earth to be hurt
Wanting your ear not your skirt
Finally mocking overt
Calling me an introvert

Crying so long I started a tide
Then slipping on my backside
Rolling in poo again I cried
It’s got to be time for suicide

The shoes fall off climbing up
I slipped down holding on snug
Three more feet to crest the top
Almost there to take the flop

No Ideating, Just flipping the bird
How many listened to or heard
Close off your brain, open your heart
Hear their cries before they depart

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Tagged Anxiety, betrayal, Choices, Consequences, Crying, Daddy's Shoes, Death, Depression, Embrace, Expectations, Fear, Friendship, Heart, Ideating, Jeering, Lonliness, Love, Mad, Melancholy, Mental Health, Michael Yost, Mocking Overt, Nightmares, Poetry, Sadness, Self Talk, Wonder, Writing

So You Had to Ask or

Posted on April 16, 2014 | Leave a comment

Skimming the water, how do we know
How deep or shallow the water is
Without running the risk of vulnerability
Or are we to know only when it’s his

Does Charon always charge for to and fro
If you had to assk for the answer it always burns
Are (S)elected memories of a rich man’s health
The only way to express funneling Wealth..

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Tagged Addiction, Anxiety, betrayal, Bi-polar, Child Abuse, children, Choices, Consequences, Crying, Dead, Death, Depression, Dreams, Drugs, Embrace, Expectations, Faith, Fear, Friendship, God, Haiku, Health, Heart, Humor, Hunger, Jesus, Lonliness, Love, Lust, Melancholy, Mental Health, Michael Yost, Mirror, Nightmares, Pain, Poetry, Sadness, sleep, Soul, tears, Time, War, Wind, Wonder, Writing

Marching in Step

Posted on April 12, 2014 | Leave a comment

Giving it all up or giving in
Raising the white flag could be a sin
Looking back as I run from the din
Knowing full well no one really wins

Catching up to the ones before
Marching away in step from the war
Promising never again they swore
It’s better to give up to save the corps

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Tagged Anxiety, betrayal, Choices, Consequences, Death, Dreams, Expectations, Fear, Give Up, God, Health, Heart, Marching, Melancholy, Michael Yost, Poetry, Promises, Sadness, Surrender, Swearing, tears, War, White Flag, Wonder

Eternal Treasure

Posted on January 11, 2012 | 48 comments

Nothing can hold back the tide
Nor lasso the circling moon
Keeping the sun from morning
Or stopping the spring cocoons

I can add to this my soul
Your smile melting my heart
The depth of your sparkling eyes
Opening my sight from the start

All that I have to give you
Is that my fondness is forever
And that you’ll be protected
As my eternal treasure

In honor of upcoming Valentine’s Day, we thought we’d ask something a bit more, shall we say, sensual of our Trifectans. Your task this week, should you choose to accept it, is to write a love scene in no fewer than 33 and no more than 333 words.

Read more: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/