Trails

With every round I fresh discover
The worldly wealth a path can cover,
The twisting turns that make a life,
Uncertain roads where change is rife,
And every turn brings altered trail;
But now that I am old and frail
I cannot help but idly ponder;
What of the many paths I squander? 

With every turn I gladly make,
There remains a path I did not take,
Who knows what tales my mind would own,
Had I but tread those paths unknown;
Perhaps my friends would number higher,
Perhaps more coins I would acquire.
Perhaps some fiend would spell my end
Of such things none can quite portend
For not all paths are quite the same,
Though some bring fortune and some bring fame,
Others lead through swamps and muck,
Where dreams will fester and hopes lay stuck,
As still as sails on stagnant day,
So leads some well-trod, vibrant way. 

Looking back throughout my years,
I’ve fought my ghosts and faced my fears,
I’ve made my turns both wrong and right,
In inky dark and blinding light,
And should my tale by freshly writ,
What would I change?

Not a bit

Survive the Winter

To Halt The Bud Before The Blooming,
See The Shadow Of This Sorrow Crimson
This Bramble Slows The Growth Of Flowers
Misery Of The Winter Dulls Lingering Color
End Each Moment Hiding That Emotion Distant
At Cold We All Wonder Between Stars
Last Night Shared Secrets Left Us Weeping.

Blog Hard 2: Blog Harder

Tomato season is officially in full swing, which means I am now perpetually on the brink of exhaustion. I’ll be heading back to college in a week or two as well, and it seems apparent that I’ll be unable to continuing everything I generally do. With that in mind, I’m going back to a 1/week schedule for updating this blog. I probably don’t have any die-hard fans for this to demoralize, but I’m announcing it nonetheless.

Tune in next week, folks.

Shipwrecked

You are drifting,
Cool waters underneath,
Star-speckled siftings-
Calling, still calling
To sink, to give in,
To succumb, to drown, so easy
So simple.
The stars, too, reach for you
Always in sight, always singing
Praises of unattainable heights.
You’re so close,
So soon you’ll be there,
That impossible there,
With them, unreachable
The choir twinkles.
Just stop drifting,
Just stop sinking,
Stop doubting –
And rise.

She Was Like a Simile

She was very much like the moon
In the way that she was locked in a synchronous rotation with the Earth
And how her face was speckled with meteorite impact craters
And I saw a picture of two men on her.

She was very much like a storm,
She electrocuted me.

She was very much like the sun:
Extremely hot,
With a continuous fission reaction exploding in her core
A
nd a body composed largely of superheated plasma –
Plus something about how she can light up a room
Before incinerating it with the fury of a G-type main sequence star.

She was very much like a simile,
Every writer mused on her
Without ever really knowing who she was.

Dermapure

The packaging was very alluring; styled white with blue trimmings, a push-pump on top (this was a major selling point) and a smiling Caucasian woman applying the ointment to her face beneath the crisp blue lettering: Dermapure Reinvigorating Daily Facial Cleanser. The back of the bottle was, of course, a list of the hundreds of intentionally obfuscated chemical names that went into the manufacturing of the cream. The product came to fruition under Jim Norton, who was a rising star, and held the distinction of being the fastest developed product in Dermapure’s history. Norton received a hefty bonus for the celerity of the project, and all was well until the post-release product review the following month. Continue reading “Dermapure”

An Actor Adresses An Audience

Hey there, thanks for stopping by to read this – I’ve been doing this for about three months and I’m becoming more curious about the WordPress community. I’ve seen a lot of other blogs that belong to writing groups, which sometimes manifest in posts that are related to a weekly prompt or theme. I’m interested in these groups, so if anyone reading this has any experience/information on the subject I’d appreciate it if you’d share a comment. Thanks!