I am not pleased, not when it feels like
we’re all dancing in the first circle of hell
where the ones considered different among us are taken away,
and our sense of compassion have slowly unraveled,
where it’s easier to turn a blind eye
to the things that are really happening,
instead believing the sweetly-coated lies and the hype,
too afraid to see what true consciousness can bring,
not when we can no longer trust one another
and inclusion becomes just a forgotten word.
I am not pleased with the way things are turning out today
where people who are just like us are no longer seen nor heard.
via Daily Prompt: Pleased
Blindly she loves him,
she’s the only one who dares
take a step into his darkness
even when his words ensnare
as he tells her he loves her
whispering the sweetest of lies
each one veiled with a yearning
of true love in disguise
via Daily Prompt: Blindly
it seems like the world’s on the cusp
of all things dark and cruel
where the lights are slowly going out
where suddenly, there are no rules
where hatred gets first billing
and greed comes a close second,
where kindness hides in the shadows
where no sanctuary can beckon
the maligned ones to come to –
for they’ll be among the first to go
along with the poor and the weak,
where to? I don’t yet know.
but for the hope that lies inside me,
I pray the light will go on,
I hope you’ll keep it alight
until the last of us is gone.
she’d always been the prudent one,
the girl who played by the rules
until He set a game for them,
far from what she’d always known
to be good.
But she knew when to walk away
and when to stay calm,
and on nights when He’d let
his demons out, she knew better
than to run.
For wasn’t that how love was?
Sometimes gentle, sometimes rough?
But never too much that she’d
fear His touch; He was more
This is a short story that’s currently going up on Wattpad tomorrow and thought I’d share it with you. It’s one of those stories that has been percolating in my head for years, looking for a way to come out. When you end up getting known for romantic fiction, it’s kinda strange to toss out a dark fiction piece and expect your romance readers to shift gears. But this being my blog for all things story and poetry, I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
The story starts on Page 2. You can download the ebook here if you prefer reading it on your e-reader. The ebook version also has two additional short stories.
they say she’s cold,
too lost in her past
one that’s filled with darkness
one that’s meant to last
forever if she lets it
letting it eat her from the inside
like the fires of passion burning
leaving her no place to hide
and so she writes out the demons
teasing them with flowery words
letting her fiery passions rage
in an eternal purge
via Daily Prompt: Passionate
Sometimes life can feel
like a slog,
all work and no play making me
feel like a cog in someone else’s wheel,
leaving me spent and hollow,
until life just stops, and too late,
I”ve run out of tomorrows.
via Slog — The Daily Post
She takes her time lazily,
lying prone on her bed
elbows propped, reading her book,
letting the scenes glide in her head
in and out they go,
like waves lapping the shore
recharging her from the week’s craziness
until she’s done with one adventure,
already ready for more.
via Recharge — The Daily Post
he’s my biggest mistake,
the best one of all,
and he left me no regrets
for dating to fall
in love with a dream,
for that’s what he is –
just a figment of my imagination
borne from one kiss.
via Mistake — The Daily Post
isn’t it obvious?
can’t you see
just how much my world
revolves around you and me?
how everything that i am
depends on how you feel
from the moment you awake,
and my world becomes real?