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Our SonThey told us that when the emergency services arrived, he was simply standing outside, basking contentedly in the glow of the flames.Our Son
As if he didn't hear the screams of his wife, or the frantic crying of his three-year-old son, our grandson.
As if he didn't realize that when the inferno was quieted, calmed, the only thing that would be dragged from the wreckage would be ashes and the charred bones of those that loved him; a wedding ring tarnished by smoke, and a velveteen rabbit, miraculously unsinged.
by ~Googolhedron
ArsonI loved the smell of smoke and the warmth of the flames against my face more than I loved my own home. The decision was simple, really.Arson
by ~Googolhedron
Spirited AwayStone stairway ascending into space Spiraling, soaring in the skySpirited Away
Splay horizon sprouts from somewhere Spirit spouts from sovereign sigh
Somnolent sounds soak up the pain Sadistic somethings soar up to stay
Spheres of simple speechless speckles Spent and spirited away
Snow sifts down on sleeping suburbs Sparks sail out from fiery hearth
Smell of warm smoke in the winter Severs the silvery cold
So a snowflake sees its source Spent and spirited away
by ~Googolhedron
VerilyVerily gazed through the amber tinted glass of the station wagon window at the trees that lay beyond. The leafy verdure of the forest reminded her of her old home, a quaint little village tucked away in a valley in the Colorado Rockies. Her mother silently steered the car, looking only ahead at the road. Her father had died before she was born; a landslide had taken both him and her brother Balm. Her mother, a believer in the power of names, had given them such odd callings in an attempt to ascribe the qualities of the names to their personas. Balm was to soothe the passions of a world governed by Fury, but nature’s inevitable wraths reachedVerily
by ~Googolhedron
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Life is a coloring book. We have to fill the pages with our own color. :-D
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Sticks and stones are hard on bones
aimed with angry art.
Words can sting like anything,
but silence breaks the heart.
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"To love oneself is the beginning of a life-long romance." --Oscar Wilde
Okay.
Great fractal stuff. Expecting lots more great stuff. I am convinced I should stick to poetry.
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And heaven knows...
...I'm not that girl.
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