[Poetry] Path for Me

I’m going down the path
My fathers set for me,
One step at a time
Without a reason or rhyme.
What will I see
When I reach the end?
Perhaps there is none
On the path I’ve run,
How sad would that be
To come all this way
And have nothing to say?
My sons too go that way
I couldn’t forgive me.

Because I took a couple days off I’m hoping to actually post another poem up maybe in a couple hours or so. I hope you enjoy this one and the other that’ll be out soon. Please let me know what you think and share if you wish.

via Daily Prompt: Traditional

[Poetry] Mother’s Lullaby

Hush, sleep, little baby
Close your eyes
May your dreams be filled
With adventures and thrills.
The moon gives you an embrace
The stars kiss your sweet face,
And when the night is done
Share your dreams with the sun.
I’ll be seeing you
On this day coming soon
But for now
I must say adieu,
You’ll find me in the next room
Someday, your dreams will bloom.
Don’t fear if terrors grab at your feet
This night you can complete.
So, good night, I’ll see you soon,
No need to be so blue
Wonderful dreams I wish for you,
Love you.

via Daily Prompt: Dormant

[Poetry/Tanka] Open the Doors

Open wide the doors
A brilliant world I beheld
I’ll show it to you
The torch has been lit again
Run through the gate and you’ll see

I saw this style of poetry that someone else wrote and I thought it was a cool and wanted to try it for myself. So, this is a tanka, which is kind of like a haiku, but it’s five lines with 5-7-5-7-7 syllables to each line instead of just the 5-7-5 of a haiku. I’m assuming it is also not rhymed just like a haiku. Anyway, tell me what you think and share with others if you wish as well.

via Daily Prompt: Gate

[Poetry/Pantoum] Howling Wind Burst

Where could a sight be found?
Though the howling winds cry
There exists not a sound
It is here, we may die

Though the howling winds cry
My sails will find their groove
It is here, we may die
But I will not be removed

My sails will find their groove
This storm may stop some
But I will not be removed
I cannot be undone

This storm may stop some
All others have run away
I cannot be undone
When the night fills my day

All others have run away
There exists not a sound
When the night fills my day
Where could a sight be found?

via Daily Prompt: Disastrous

[Short Fiction] Another Morsel

This is a short fiction that I wrote for today. The prompt word is for “edible,” and I really did not know how to write a poem out of that word easily so I decided to go this route with it. This fiction uses some more basic tropes, but I tried to have a little fun with it, and I hope you enjoy it as well.


Gary sat at the table. This’ll be the first time he gets to taste his new wife’s, Brianna’s, cooking. They just came back from the Caribbean cruise for their honeymoon, and he was licking his lips waiting for the home cooked meal he looked forward to experiencing since they first said “I do.”

Brianna walked in, holding a plate. Her regular smile was turned down.

Gary immediately hopped to his feet and softly asked, “Honey, what’s wrong?”

She sniffled a bit and exclaimed, “Gary, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” She placed the plate down and stuck her face into his shoulder while a few tears rolled down her face.

What could possibly have caused Brianna to cry like this? Gary placed his hand on her shoulders and looked her straight in the eye. “What is wrong?”

Brianna sniffled once again and began to explain worlds of problems that Gary had never imagined before. In fact, in the midst of it, he got completely lost. Eventually, she said, “…And what’s worst of all, I ended up burning dinner.” She grabs the plate and pushes it towards his face, showing the black mess of what kind of food is this?

A small whiff reached that caused his stomach to almost turn flips inside of him. He nearly dry heaved from it but regained his composure before he did. Faking his best smile, he assured her, “Oh, I’m sure it’s not that bad…” grabbing a small piece of it and pulling on it as it stretched in his hand like a piece of wet chewed bubble gum.

Then, sitting at the table with the plate right there in front of him, he grabbed a fork and stared at the massive lump that sat before him. How could this happen? He had her mother’s cooking many times, and it was absolutely wonderful. Did she not learn at all how to cook from her mother? If that were the case, this could be rather interesting. He glanced over to Brianna who seemed to almost be praying that the food would somehow satisfy him. The sight brought a small grin to his face. He could do this! After all, it was only a little burnt after all.

Finally steeling himself, he stuck his fork into the food as a little liquid squirted out and then continued to ooze out of it. He begged his stomach to stop turning, but it felt like it wasn’t going to listen to him. He then took the bite of all bites he had ever taken!
Once he did, his face turned a light shade of green, and his vision began to blur. Without even much of a thought, he ran to the bathroom and did not eat another morsel the whole night.

via Daily Prompt: Edible

[Short Fiction] Responsibilities and Stories

“How are we going to tell him, man?” Calvin asked, as he paced back and forth. Throwing his hands up in the air, he exclaimed disgruntledly, “There’s nothing we can do about it.”

“Exactly! So why are you having such a hissy fit about it? Jon answered as he threw a handful of potato chips into his mouth. He continued with his mouth full, “It’s not like you did anything wrong.”

“His dog died while I was supposed to be watching it. How in the world is that not my fault?” He turned away and threw his face into his hands, letting out a massive groan. He felt like he would’ve ripped his head off if he were just slightly more frustrated. “You!” He turned back to Jon, his finger pointed straight at him. “You must have done something to the dog, didn’t you?”

Jon gave him a blank stare and after a moment started bawling laughing. “What are you talking about?” he asked as his eyes were starting to water. “That made absolutely no sense, and that’s coming from me.” He then grabbed the remote, turned the TV on, and started flipping channels. “Hmm, I wonder what’s on right now.”

“Are you even listening, man?”

“Nope, not interested.”

“Come on, man, you’ve gotta at least help me think of how to explain it to him. You owe me at least that much.” Calvin plopped down on the couch as well, looking to Jon for hopefully some kind of answer.

“I don’t know. Just tell him the dog ran away or something,” he answered, not letting his eyes wander away from the TV. He finally stopped flipping channels and gave a huge grin. “Yeah, this is what I’m talking about. Let’s watch this.”

Calvin rolled his eyes. Clearly he was alone for this, but at the very least Jon gave him some idea. What if the dog did run away? After all, that would solve all of his problems. He finally gave in. He at least had a story to give, and that was going to have to be enough for now.



For those who have read this story, please refrain from following the examples of these two men here. Calvin, after telling his friend he was dog sitting for his story, was never heard from again. Not much is known about what happened to him or where his whereabouts might be. Many however believe that it is quite possible that he ran away. As for Jon, well let’s just be honest here, we don’t expect anything will really happen for him except for a possible heart attack as he eats those sweet, crispy potato chips. So crispy and salty that it leaves you hungering for more

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via Daily Prompt: Tailor