JACK DANIELS
The hardest thing I ever did was walk away from you.
My heart was heavy, I couldn’t breathe next to you.
I hid how I felt when I would see you; I felt blue.
The cause of it all was jack,
He had a hand on your back, that lead you astray.
He made you mean.
Words cut my heart, my heart would bleed.
Hope he can make you happy, just pour liquid love down your throat.
Remember, I surrendered you to him so you would be whole.
DO I CARE?
It’s rare, to care.
Impersonal, empathetic-less, and maybe even foolish.
It’s a way of life to not feel for another.
It’s the self made, I’m the shit attitude you carry.
It’s the “I don’t care what makes you happy” I want gratification kiddish ways we strive for.
It’s the lust we thrust for, not the love that is earned and that we fought for.
It’s all a joke and nothing is talked about, one emotion robot go ahead and hide the sorrow.
Do you know anger? Are you too happy to show it? You hide behind that fake grin instead of feeling grim.
Do I care?
Fuck yes I do! I feel all those other emotions that bring on the tears! I can be happy and blue! I can be all those emotions that are untrue to you.
Pain unwrapped.
I sit here listening to the familiar sounds of the machines, they all have a purpose, to monitor you, to make sure you are ok
The sounds in the hospital are so familiar to me, they have not grown on me, the reason I am here, the way you look so lost again
I wish you could tell me what is on your mind, I would do any task i was given to hear you talk again
I know things would be so much easier, if you could just point to what hurts most, I see you try, but the movement is no longer there
I see the confusion in your eyes, I know you aren't sure, not only what's happening, but who am I in the scheme of thing, to you it is better you see me as a friend
The 15 years we spent married, has been stolen from your mind, I will keep these memories safe, I will show our daughter who you really are.
If I die young, Perry
"funny when you're dead, how people start listenin'"
"Penny for my thoughts? Oh no, I'll sell em for a dollar/ they're worth so much more after I'm a goner"
"Ain't even gray but she buries her baby"
"who would have thought that forever could be severed by/ the sharp knife/ of a short life"
"Gather up your tears, keep 'em in your pocket/Save 'em for a time when you're really gonna need 'em, "
If it's allowed, I'd also enter "must have been the wind" by Alec Benjamin
Life as one.
Life is often so dark & lonely
Not because we are alone but because we haven’t met our better half
The one that makes life suddenly feel brighter
The one that gives us the future we never gave ourselves
The one who makes our heart, mind & body sing
When you came this is what I saw
When you stayed this is what I believe
My future is no longer lonely & dark
Your future is a road you never made
Our future together is a road we will make together through the ups & downs
As one together in life, true love will see us through.
Lighter then you think.
When you are feeling blue, the darkest of blues there is
I know you feel it deep within, a never ending blue river of pain
Remember that just like you, blue has so many shades
It does not need to be the darkest of them all
Think of a deep blue lake, one where you could relax
Imagine this is a glittering light blue, the kind of colour that makes you feel warm inside
Imagine yourself right there, starting to feel that warmth
Let the lighter shade take over, let the deep dark blue drain away.
Magical Promise
“Everything is not what it seems When you can get all you wanted in your wildest dreams....”
- Selena Gomez
Cerissa listened to the lyrics from the old Selena Gomez song playing over the diner’s radio, and chuckled to herself.
“I may have magical powers, but they can’t give me everything I want.” Cerissa thought to herself. “Magic alone won’t restore my lost memory.”
Cerissa was a mage with a decent handle on magic, but thanks to a powerful warlock, she had forgotten much about herself. She was seeking her mysterious adversary, and battling what were likely his machinations in her travels. In this moment though, she was enjoying a cup of coffee while waiting for the omelet she had ordered. She was dressed in a comfortable sweater and jeans, and blended in at her booth reading a newspaper. The other diner patrons had no idea that the newspaper was a masked disguise for Cerissa’s spellbook, which she was studying while waiting for her food.
A man wearing a vampire mask entered the diner and rushed to the restaurant cashier with a gun pulled.
“Empty out your register!” Vampire Mask demanded. “And get me some home fries too!”
Cerissa conveniently was studying a wind spell on her newspaper. This was one of the spells she had forgotten in her memory loss, and now seemed like a good time to learn it again. Cerissa pointed in the robber’s direction, and read the wind spell’s words in her head.
The gun flew out of Vampire Mask’s hands, and safely onto the table of a Police Officer that was also drinking coffee. Cerissa sent another secret burst of wind that knocked the troublemaker off his feet, leaving him face down on the floor.
The officer approached the cashier and cuffed the unconscious robber.
“I apologize for the trouble, we’ll take him off your hands.” The officer said kindly.
Cerissa smiled and returned to her coffee. Maybe her magic couldn’t give her everything in her wildest dreams, but she could still help people with it. She silently vowed to continue to make the world a safer place with her abilities while seeking her lost memories, and she also promised that she would continue to protect others even after knowing who she truly was once again.
Cerissa’s story will continue here: https://theprose.com/book/3137/a-new-adventurer-enter-the-pirate
Soda
To the pretty girl in the soda aisle of k-mart,
I hope you know that your skirt is cute and your winged eyeliner is sharp enough to slit throats and when I saw you I fell a little bit in love with the way your eyes crinkle when you smile.
In the moments before I glance away and mumble an apology our eyes locked and it felt a little bit magic though to you I am only a little bit forgettable.
In another life, we sit in the park at midnight and you teach me the constellations-
but in this one, the only stars are the ones scrawled in pen ink at your wrists.
A girl told me once that I didn't love enough, and maybe she's right but you wouldn't know the difference because I didn't say anything.
In another life, I press a daisy chain into your outstretched hands as our paths cross and mumble something about the finer things in life, and you blush and I laugh,
but for now, we glance away,
tucking what could have been into half-empty change purses, among pennies and last week's receipts.