When I was learning to play board games and card games I always lost.
No matter how hard I tried, no matter how much effort I put into it
The crazy thing is, I kept getting board game and decks of cards for birthday presents and Christmas presents and it was a joke because when my family set the game up anyone could predicate that
This little note about me was as predictable and it was a solid stone cold fact that when we went out for a meal my baby sister would always spill her drink.
The Sun will rise, the Moon will set, the planets will twirl.
I will always lose at games.
After years of never wining a
I refused to play games anymore.
I have learned a
lesson- whether it was a good lesson or a bad lesson isn’t the point because in the end
the epitaph on any tombstone will say that
This is not such a bad way to be remembered.
Daily Addictions Prompt: PREDICT
Photo A.M. Moscoso
I am sure there was nothing out there
watching me and my dog.
I am sure it was nothing
that made him snarl
like a nasty ill tempered cur.
Maybe it was only the wind
that made the bushes near the fence stir
maybe it only a bird or mouse
that cried out and stopped suddenly silenced perhaps by the chilly nighttime air.
I am sure there was nothing out there
that isn’t there during the day.
But I still don’t know what it was
that turned his eyes dark and fiery red.
RDP Prompt: Pet
A lover’s quarrel is happening under my skin
my bones are fighting with each other again.
They grind and grate they get on each other’s nerves
they yell obscenities at my muscles when they ask, ” Hey dudes seriously, what’s up?”
“You aren’t working with us, you aren’t working for her
all you do is snap, crackle and pop like a bowl of kid’s cereal.”
My bones won’t justify that with a reply
they’re caught in their own world
they don’t care what anyone says.
They’ll stay together forever
they don’t really know why
it’s a grind, it ‘s a pain
being locked together
under my skin.
RDP Tuesday: crepitus
I belong here
and you belong over there
I am in my place
I am righteous
you are lost.
That’s what everyone says
with hammer in hand, nails firmly clenched in their teeth.
Get the point?
Now go off and rot.
I’ve heard it all before.
Stay in the lines
stay in your box
magic marker your label on your forehead
inside of your eyelids
Tell me what else
“Nos libenter epulor super illos qui volo ut opprimendum nos,”
Daily Addictions Prompt: Border
ruins of buildings, lives and the faces of people I knew
or thought I knew
visit me when I sleep.
These phantoms drive the nightmares
that visit me, that haunt me, that call the endless twilight in my head home
Dead images, abandoned words, forgotten promises and curses brought to life again now live in the daylight
in each word I carve on stone, in paper on bone.
Daily Addictions Prompt: Motor
Her dreams of Olympus
of dwelling among the Gods and Goddesses
ended on a road
where she watches the world race by
from her window
and the indifferent world sounds like a pride of lions hungrily, passionately
taking down it’s prey.
She keeps her dreams of Olympus
inked in a books with a shaky hand
she leaves beside
many half drunk glasses of wine and pictures of a life
greedily, licentiously, devoured
a once corpulent
RDP Thursday – CORPULENT
The first time he ever held her hand
it was at night
and it was freezing outside
a blizzard was on its way, the weather reports said.
The first time he kissed her
it was just after noon
it was snowing that day
the sky was blue and gray.
On the night he asked her to marry him
the roads and trees were covered in verglas and frost
from storm that fell upon them as silent as snow
stay inside the weather reports said.
On the night he left her
it was warm, it was raining
and the sky was full of mosquitos and stars
within the walls of her heart
in the marrow of her bones
Inspired by Creativity Portal Winter Writing Prompt: The Touch of Winter