xxx. Today

February 15, 2011

Across windswept plains,
Your love reaches me;
Through letters and IMs,
I know you still belong to me.

We charted a new course,
Knowing it would fail,
But promises when love is new,
Are like sandcastles before the tide.

What she thought was love,
Was to be the end of her,
For when she found out she’d been wrong,
What had she to live for?

What happened that night,
It was more than sex;
It was an excuse for what they felt;
A way to forget their love.

His gifts were wrapped with care,
And left her breathless and weak;
How could she now say,
What she had come to say?



Inspired by a series of prompts on Twitter, from both @MyWordWizard and @PoetNub


xxiv. Not Yet

February 2, 2011

The pain was good. He needed it.
He trembled at how good it felt.
He didn’t plan to fall into the pit;
Just peer over the edge. He knelt,
Down on the ground, his body taut,
And leaning forward pushed the knife,
Against his skin. ‘Ah, yes,’ he thought.
To feel the thrill of gambling with his life



Inspired by @PoetNub‘s prompt: “The pain was good…”