shooting stars.
why are shooting stars
our symbol for dreams?
i've never been able
to decipher what they mean.
i dream and i wish
upon every shooting star
but it's more like a heartbreak
than a wish that goes far.
they're dangerous and fearing.
or atleast
that's what i think,
cause everytime i see one, i just wanna shrink.
see, they remind me of every
fallen hope i've had,
because i pray on the stars
yet nothing's ever happened.
if the stars represent
light and beauty,
then why would a falling star
represent hope?
shouldn't it be
destruction and ugliness?
i guess i just
don't understand.
Don’t Look
She wanders at the edge of the living and the dead. Dark hair, dead eyes, and cold, cold fingers. Dancing across your peripheral, she fades when you glance over your shoulder.
Closer, closer. She’s closer every time.
When her hand brushes your shoulder, you shiver, wishing you'd never looked back.
Difficile~
I watch in awe,
As the dancer
Gets in her position...
Like she’s on a mission..
I seek an answer
Hmm, Is she the only one?
Wait, more appear...
Leaping across the stage~
Like a herd of gazelles....
They soon vanish•
In a cloud of smoke~~
The scene- all set....
On with the show
As I watch from way—
Up high, a sweet view!
Ah, I’m in charge,
Of this main task
If you were ’bout to ask..
Not only do I get to
See her twirl & spin,
From the very top!
But I have the chance
To set the bright..light
Right ov’r her ev’ry move..
Then I begin to wonder
S’more, ‘n’ ponder....
Does she find this difficult?
Eh, from seeing her,
All these years.....dancing
She makes it look easy!
#Difficile
Decaf?
“Something‘s missing. Something‘s wrong.
I used to know where I belong,
but now each day feels like a fight.
Nothing in my life feels right.
My mom tap-dances on my nerves.
My father has this way with words
that makes me feel like I’m a child.
My credit bill is running wild...
And then there’s the environment...
Let’s not start on the President!
My friends are all so self-obsessed,
and my chihuahua is possessed!
My Facebook posts are massive fails,
I’m terrified of vapor trails...
Oh, I just want the world to stop!”
“... Ma’am, this is a coffee shop.”
#therapy #coffee #chihuahua #whatisthepointofthese #challengeoftheweek
The Message
When the Lady Arlene asked me to take a letter to the Crown Prince of Darland, I thought it would be a simple task.
Granted, she did keep her apartment in the tallest tower of the castle on the highest peak in the land, and his father’s palace was at the base of the distant hills. What I hadn’t counted on was his immediate reply, which required an answer from her post-haste.
That was three days ago.
I spurred my horse - the fourth I had exhausted since this debacle began - to even greater speed. I had to get this latest dispatch to the Lady with all haste; the Prince was waiting anxiously on her reply to his new communique, which was safely tucked in my saddlebag. It read:
“I don’t know. What do YOU want to do after we meet for dinner?”
© 2018 - dustygrein
#flash #flashfiction #makemesmile #amwriting