Twitter Tales ~ Just words #twittering-tales


None of them changed nothing for Jim, his life still sucked. A nowhere job that demeaned him, an uncaring  family and his continuing loneliness.  Signs of postive words are useless if they were written by someone who doesn’t know Jim’s pain. Yet, he still stares at the plaques waiting for an epiphany.

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Written for today’s Twittering Tales prompt from Kat Myrman. Photo credit: Mikechie Esparagoza at

FOWC with Fandango ~ Clear Drive

The decision that Martin Willis would be willing to make was really quite clear to him. Either he would start his car to drive towards his planned destination or he would recline the driver’s seat and swallow twenty sleeping pills. The very notion of attempting the latter was commonplace for Martin. To him, ending his life was a daily regime that he had practiced for many years. Life for him was created by own crooked perception. A couple walking through a store were viewed by Martin as people happily in love, a thing he preemptively deduced forever unattainable.  The smiles on strangers were interpreted as their dreams fulfilled to Martin, who never achieved his elusive  contentment. This was Martin’s world , or at least how he viewed it. Many adult years of believing this distortion made him quite comfortable in deciding it was time to “throw in the towel”. The storm clouds that had been above his car suddenly dissipated and blue skies overwhelmed his windshield. It was as if the day, right then at that moment, decided to change its mind and start over. Martin felt his eyes covered in fresh warmth from the emerging sun, as his vision became enlightened. He turned the key in his ignition forward as decided to act upon his original plan. A simple drive forward towards an initial appointment with a therapist. Martin’s car sped off, the sleeping pills rolling around on the passenger’s floor still unopened in their container.

Written for-

FOWC with Fandago ~ Edge~Syrup of sadness #FOWC


 The dawn awakens my chaotic ways

it returns again torturing all days

Such constant battle to be just humane

Punishing myself in eternal blame

Where is the crime that warrants this jail

This stream of thinking that repeatedly wails

It’s an intangible poison that fills up my mind

A syrup of sadness that my reality has defined

This natural venom that flourishes in lies

Flows within demanding my demise

Its that edge of ending that gives me full control

I’ll live with this pain instead of damning my soul


Written for Fandago’s FOWC June,9th prompt~ Edge


No need for a note #depression #themagicshop


Tell me about your pain

I know you have one, give me it’s name

Don’t worry about your words harming my hide

You can’t hurt what’s already dead inside

I’ll sit and listen to the misery that’s within you

You just can’t know the torment that I go through

It better for you to not know me

You’ll be grateful you didn’t once I am free

So sorry for the unexpected mess

And the endless questions that you’ll need to address

Just close this door, no need for tears

Trust me, my closing thoughts have gone on for years

But, before the final credit rolls up the screen

Please tell of your pain in a long overdue scream

Trap~#poetry #themagicshop


Define your trap, perhaps it sublime

A place where you can handle wasting your time

You smile at loved ones who think you’re quite nice

A charade to fool people that you’re doing alright

Giving in to others and fulfilling their needs

Is a cell that you’ve chosen with no chance to be free

Choices of freedom confront you with lures

But, your pain from stagnation can never be cured

You have made yourself captive with these thoughts that you think

Acts of survival merely get pushed to the brink

Pain will be given in the choices you choose

You’ll just stay on this path with chosen cement shoes

Guess again if you feel free and living your dreams

An occasional smile merely postpones your screams

Suck it in, accept this plight

Your only escape is in dreams that you live for at night