Lost and Almost Found: A Short Story

Poetic Parfait

Mailboxes and relationships, in a short story. Are you lost and almost found?

I was a lack of silence that Jesse never quite knew what to do with. Our playtime became less and less, while my worries grew like rocks that had some undiscovered purpose.

And my worries lined within themselves, seemingly doubling with each day that passed away.

“I’m going to the store,” I said through the opening between the kitchen counter and the living room.

Jesse sat on the couch with his feet up on the coffee table, right leg over left, right as I had left him a half hour ago as I went to clean the bathroom.

“Mmmph” or something like that came from his mouth, the opening that once opened into more than one, two or three word snippets. He didn’t look up from the book in his lap, and a curl fell over his…

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Muse – Uprising

Paranoia is in bloom,
The PR, transmissions will resume
They’ll try to, push drugs that keep us all dumbed down
And hope that, we will never see the truth around
(So come on)

Another promise, another seed
Another, packaged lie to keep us trapped in greed
And all the, green belts wrapped around our minds
And endless red tape to keep the truth confined
(So come on)

They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They will not control us
We will be victorious
So come on

Interchanging mind control
Come let the, revolution takes its toll
If you could, flick the switch and open your third eye
You’d see that, we should never be afraid to die
(So come on)

Rise up and take the power back
It’s time the, fat cats had a heart attack
You know that, their time’s coming to an end
We have to, unify and watch our flag ascend
(So come on)

They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They will not control us
We will be victorious
So come on

Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey

They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They will not control us
We will be victorious
So come on

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See My Sense of Self: A Poem

Poetic Parfait

There are times when I struggle, wondering if it is okay to put my own self first, before others’ wishes for me. I believe in doing what my own heart says is best for me. Do you? I wrote a new poem with many thoughts circling in my head. Once the vocabulary came to rest on the computer screen, I pasted my poem about the self here.

See My Sense of Self

You see me but I don’t see you,
You see it is a version of me, virtual,
That you have come to know.

The issue is that I am more than a
Smiling photo, with lush vines growing between
Syllables and sweeping past doubts aside.

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