Roll the dough

of twenty eighteen

fold it in half

have a good laugh

and gather within

the places you’ve been

the things you’ve seen

that buff your sheen

fold in half once more

be sure to store

the thoughts you’ve had

the happy and sad

fold dough anew

leave a corner or two

to tuck friends in

the joys and the sin

and when you’re through

leave a clue or two

crumple old year away

and start a new day

Twenty-nineteen is clean slate

don’t tarry or wait

open heart to fresh start

HAVE A HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Home is where you make it.

A sunrise peaking through your window at 5 am, a coffee on the swings by the bar as the world slowly starts to awake. The swell of the ocean as you tread carefully into her depths and surrender all control.

Home is the smiles shared by people who barely speak two words of the same language, but can communicate appreciation wordlessly. Home is card games going on for hours, erupting into laughter, and fading into a sleepy mess. Home is being tucked in gently when the wind becomes too harsh in the middle of the night, and secret stolen kisses always promising tomorrow.

Home is here, and here I am.

the moonlight was heavy against your skin, pouring lavender over honey; looking at it felt like a sin. i prayed over us that night, that the lord would take me and spare you, so that i could die in your arms instead of spending the next night alone. you come and go, leaving me crying in our empty bed, begging others to try and fill your place. the sheets dont smell the same but i dont sleep there anymore. our bedroom, which was once a chapel  where i prayed on my knees to you, has become a cemetary, our names carved into the walls, decorated with old photographs of us. you ask me, "baby why do you stay?",  so i ask you, "baby why cant i let go?" maybe if im lucky i'll see you in my dreams tonight. 

#breakup #forgiveness #imissyou

City lights dance across the dashboard as he drives back, eyes tired, stare blurry. It’s been a long day and he can’t wait to get home. Even if the apartment is empty and there is no one to great him there. Let’s face it, even the houseplants decided to give up on him. He drives as the rain outside increases, the city lights mirrored in the puddles, almost glowing like Christmas decorations. All that fake joyfulness without the real thing. He speeds up, trying to get back faster, the frustrations of the growing day hitting him with double force. Work has been hell lately, his responsibilities piling up just like the stack of documents on his desk. He changes the gears when the lights turn to green.

He rushes, and then he sees her.

One big mess, in a long dirty green jacket, hood on, a hand holding it against the lashing wind. She tries to shield herself, but it is clear that she is drenched in water and mud. He passes her without even a second thought, as the car splashes water all over her like a big tidal wave. Her small frame shrinks as the cold water attacks her body. He stares at the scene as she becomes smaller and smaller in the side mirror.

He changes the gear and stops abruptly, the brakes making a racket. He almost hits a nearby pole as he tries to make it in one piece. A deep breath, in and out. A rushing heartbeat against the wall of rain. He backs the car and stops next to her. He doesn’t even say anything, just opens the door and waits until she gets in. She doesn’t even hesitate. Her small figure sliding right in. He notices the mud on her shoes but doesn’t say anything. All he has in his head, are his mother’s words.

One good deed at a day, John. One good deed at a time.

...

(Edit #2)

I sweat every thing

From the system, and now

I can walk through the fire...

...I can dance on the flame...

...But I still feel this nagging

Insistence, and drive

To make with black shadows

That lean on my frame...

O, o, my whole woes

That continue

To grow...

...Festering at the

Base of bent, cracking

Spine.

We slink around fences,

And slide into holes...

...It’s a wonder I'm still

Finding fractions of time.

The hour calls down...

...It’s heard all over town!...

...There are some who

With pleasure

Doth heed...

And then others who’ve

Lost

All their skills to the dross

That consumes one with

Devilish speed.

©

2018

Bunny Villaire

Santa smiled to himself,

At the scurrying of each elf.

Christmas Eve had come at last,

Now things needed to move fast.

Around the world in one night,

Every year a record flight.

Nine little reindeer, a big bag of toys,

For all the good girls and boys.

A sack full of coal was what he had,

If those kids had been bad.

Santa hated the Naughty List,

He scowled and shook one red-gloved fist.

He took out his magical pen,

Crossed off three names, circled ten.

Some kids just needed to believe,

So, he’d grant them a reprieve.

Instead of coal, they’d get to see,

A glimpse of Santa by their tree.

The sleigh was packed, time to go,

Santa took off with a Ho! Ho! Ho!

The clouds blanketed the morning sky,

Hiding the sun from my eye.

The thunderhead, so dark and grey,

I knew it would be a rainy day.

Nebulous and cumulous swarmed around,

There was no blue sky to be found.

A rainy mist began to fall,

I stayed inside to avoid it all.

Maybe later I’ll go outside,

When the sun no longer hides.

I’d rather see a sky of blue,

Only marred by a puff or two.

Fluffy clouds billowing by,

Take strange shapes to you and I.

But for now I’ll stay in and sleep,

Rainy days are made for counting sheep.

I have never known a love like this,

A love that can burn the universe

Into a million tiny flames.

I have never loved anyone like this

I never thought it was possible

To love this much, but I do.

I love him so much

It drives me to insanity and chaos

I am afraid of the love that consumes

Every fiber and bone of my being.

This love I hold for him could

Drown the world, but instead

My heart and mind are at war.

Every voice inside my head

Tells me to run.

Every emotion contained within my heart

Tells me to stay.

I should just love him while I can.

I should leave before I lose myself

I should leave before I drown myself

I should leave before I get even more

Emotionally attached, if that’s even possible.

Run

Stay

Run

Stay

Run

One foot out the door.

Half in. Half out.

Thank you 

for the box

the tape

and ribbon

...for these

forget me nots

sent....

I’ve yet 

to receive

though 

I’m already

enjoying

the present.

#present #challenge

You can smell the fresh, grassy spring smell. You stretch out your legs and the grass stems prickle your bare legs. Bright sunshine is warming your skin: you haven’t been outside for so long and the beauty of the day stuns you. You can hear birds singing from high in the blue sky and if you narrow your eyes against the sun you can see a couple whirling through the clear air.

A breeze blows through the branches of the tree you have your back against. The sound is so relaxing . . . your eyes fall shut, and in the increasingly dusky heat you fall asleep.

#description #prose #secondperson #summer