I found a world
I found a promise
buried in ice and snow
I found a story
I found an idea
how long were they out in the cold?
Hidden in the snow
grown in the ice
are they meant to ever be warm?
Creative Portal: Writing Prompt#5
What do you think or feel when you walk through freshly fallen snow? What kind of metaphors do these thoughts bring forth in you?
Words are sacred.
Ideas are sacred.
Music is sacred.
I had a friend who thought a movie
was sacred an she would damn you
to Hell if you said anything bad about it.
The movie was The Lord of The Rings.
Something about men playing with their swords
wasn’t my cup of tea, so I was banished from her sight.
Beauty is sacred.
Blond hair children with blue eyes are sacred.
Flags are sacred.
None of those things are sacred to me.
Should they be? I’m thinking my life would be
easier if I did.
I guess that’s what makes the idea of sacred work when
I don’t think it should at all.
Daily Post Prompt: Sacred
Winter Memories
are gold and white
they are warm to the touch
and they smell like
baking cookies.
Winter Memories
are
gold and white
they glow like the moon
and the stars
on a dark frosty night
The snake did nest in her mouth
it’s poison ate away at her skin
nothing covers her aged bones
but lies and smoke and sin.
The snake did nest in her mouth
it’s forked tongue pierced her brain
no thoughts live in her skull just stories of what had been.
The snake did nest in her mouth
it slithered its way to her heart
she wants to love she wants to live but the snake has its own dreams now.
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