Naked to her very core,
Money falling to the floor.
She bends to clutch each dollar bill.
Their lustful eyes make her feel ill.
Her value shown in fists of rain.
A hollow life of worthless pain.
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Hope
Heavy
Oppression.
Passion
Empty.
Lifeless.
Effortless
Surrender.
Saturating
Nothingness.
Existing.
Sadness.
Solitude.
acceptance is the only way out
desperation gives way to regret
regret does not ease despair
isn’t it time for hope?
Father Time
Father Time – Trifecta
Lines of turmoil etch his face
His hands are bound by pain.
Regret of trying to win the race
It’s too late to start again.
His job had caused his knee to bow
There’d been no time to play
His children were successful now
They work 12 hours a day.
All alone, he wastes his tears
The years have felt so long
Spirit fading, he thinks he hears
Whispers of that idle song:
“Ring around the rosies, pocket full of posies,
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.”
Life of a new beginning
Living Gift – Trifextra
Last breath gone, new hope rose
Skin for an accident victim’s nose.
Liver for another chance.
Kidney? Time - for one more dance.
One life gone, many begin.
Powerful gift of a donor’s organ.
The Road to Hell
Trifecta‘s challenge word “intention”.
The Road to Hell*
‘She looks like she didn’t even take a shower this morning. I would never let mine get away with that. Doesn’t she realize they are in a public place?’
Every judgmental thought and noble intention vanished as her three-year-old threw herself on the floor and screamed those same words she heard so long ago, “but I want it!”
*See comments
Trifextra: Crust, mantle, core
Image courtesy of Danilo Rizzuti / FreeDigitalPhotos.net Trifextra – Give us 33 words from it. Interpret the prompt however you wish–literal, metaphorical, or somewhere in between.
“He’s a hard worker. Doesn’t bother the others. He likes the night shift.”
“Oh, he’s a good boy. Always interested in how things work.”
They won’t know what hit them. Five, four, three…
Trifecta: The Final Act
Haven’t entered one of these for a while. Trifecta‘s prompt word is “Survive”.
The Final Act
How can something hurt so much?
The life that’s left is hard to touch.
The pain so deeply pushed inside
She knows this time, she won’t survive.
Lines of agony, tears of rage
Scratches of hopelessness fill the page.
The heart once beating longs to be still.
An empty life, nothing can fill.
The knife draws slowly across her wrist.
Blood, the proof she still exists.
In shallow breaths, she wonders why
Life was only found, when she chose to die.
She isn’t sad, she doesn’t regret.
She’s broken beyond what she can forget.
As the cold swept in, she closed her eyes
Spirit long gone, her body dies.
- Hobbler
Poor Trifextra…
This Trifextra unfortunately was swept into the madness of this weekend. For their rules, click their link.
In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about pity: it’s so sad.
Out of my mind Trifecta
Just for fun, I thought I’d try an “out of my mind” Trifecta this week. I asked for a main character, setting, and format from you all and took the first suggestions received from 3 different people. I also said I might attempt a random word suggestion.
Character: Garden boy – suggested by Anthony
Setting: Merchant ship’s galley – suggested by H.H.
Format: Poem – suggested by Madame Weebles
Random words: ice and curtains – suggested by Mary I, and “wenis” aka the soft skin on your elbow – suggested by PMAO
Trifecta‘s challenge word was “dinosaur” defined – 3: one that is impractically large, out-of-date, or obsolete
*Any of you Trifectans or other people reading this, I am having a pity party this weekend. I’d love to see you there. For more info: Party Time!
Once there was a garden boy.
The beauty of flowers brought him much joy.
His work was play, or so it seemed
Except when he fell asleep and dreamed.
A merchant ship upon the sea
In the galley, is where he’d be
For there his love washes a dish
Soap bubbles embrace her soft wenis
The movement of the curtain’s lace
Shows a lucky breeze upon her face.
Even the wind desperately tries
To touch her lips, to catch her eyes
A man’s cold heart would melt like ice
With just one word from beauty so nice.
But the gardener knew it wasn’t real
Although his heart desired to steal
This gorgeous creature that he dreamed
It wasn’t meant to be, it seemed.
So waking he would quickly go
To making perfect flowers grow
Lips red as rose, hair sunflower’s gold
His dream? A dinosaur, never to unfold.
Although her heart, he couldn’t keep
He wouldn’t have traded a moment’s sleep.
Even when dreams fail to come true.
They still are part of what makes you, you.
Trifextra: Blood Sucker
Trifextra: On to this weekend’s challenge, which will be judged by the community. The trickiness of this past week’s prompt has us thinking about the various ways we use words. This weekend we want you to write a 33-word response using the name of an animal as a verb. Some examples are: to dog, to snake, to bear, to duck. . .you get the idea. Write about anything you want and use whichever verb tense you need, but give us an animal as a verb in there somewhere. Let’s see if we can discover new things by looking from a different perspective.
I don’t know if insects count, but anyway…
You’d better watch out for her. She will mosquito around with your friends, sucking them dry, and leaving them hurt and bleeding. Probably with some disease too. Just like she’ll do with you.
