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other happinesses (100 word story)

She had long suspected that love wasn’t in the cards for her.  She had even begun to accept her solitary lot in life.  Now she had confirmation via a Tarot card reading by a trusted and respected friend.

“Well, this is just the icing on the cake.” she thought.  It was just what she needed and she vowed to put thoughts of romantic love behind her and focus on other happinesses.

One could still have dreams.

One could still have passions.

“..and I still have love in my life, don’t I?” she softly asked the purring cat in her arms.

Image by Engin Akyurt from Pixabay

 

~Melanie Thomason

09/13/2020

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Are you lost?

Are you awake??

Don’t you

Have anything to say?

Have anything worth sharing?

Have anything you hold near and/or dear to you?

Why are you

Living a generic life?

Marinating in mediocrity?

Determined to be distant?

Are you asleep??

Are you lost ?

Don’t you

think anymore?

Wake up before you float away into nothingness.

~Melanie Thomason

08/31/2020

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Chasing Happiness

The ways of love are tricky to ascertain

and I’ve wasted too many years trying to wrap my head around things I can never understand.

I keep chasing happiness but find myself stumbling,

hanging over the edge, trying to cling to those fleeting moments that bubble up as laughter,

ascend and float away.

My new found hope melts as cotton candy on tongue

and once again death is so close I can feel it’s breath on the back of my neck.

Words have a way of burrowing under my skin and I descend again into despair

as I am reminded of all that I am not…

all that I should have been.

The pain is to just too real to pack away with past grievances.

Too real to disregard.

I’m a loser,

but not in the way that you think.

I’m a loser insomuch as I cannot win.

~Melanie Thomason

7/6/2020

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Okay ~NaPoWriMo Day 10 (I’m late!)

So today is the 12th day of NAPoWriMo 2020!  I said i would write a poem each day for the moth of April….and I missed the last couple days.  So I decided I could keep beating myself up and call myself a failure and just give it up OR I could play catch up…which is what I’m going to do!  So here is my poem for day 10:

Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay

“I’m okay,” I say to you

as much as to myself

and neither of us believes it

as my voice is rough from tears

but “you’re alive and that’s a good thing” is your gentle reassurance

and that will have to do for now

things have been better

but boy have they been worse

things are different or is it me who is different?

either way we always get through it somehow

who was it that said, “the more things change the more they stay the same?”

~Melanie Thomason

4/12/2020

Image by Roland Mey from Pixabay and i added the text…feel free to use it!

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Hunger

Hunger

casting her pride aside

she straddled his waist

plunging her blade into him

in one fluid motion

she quickly pryed his ribs apart

to expose his still beating heart

with her energy waning

and no time to waste

she ripped the meat off

in great greedy chunks

with her teeth

social distancing had left her hungry

she was so thankful he had agreed to meet

~Melanie Thomason

03/28/2020

 

 

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March 28, 2020 · 7:52 PM

Charly

Everyone breathed easier at the first signs of spring.  But Charly knew that it would make little difference.  Yes, the winter had been brutal but it was the least of their problems.  It was not the weather that kept her up at night.  The cold they could endure but what would they do when they were found? More importantly how far could she go, what would SHE do?

She had leased this place under a fictitious name but she knew that would only slow the inevitable.  True evil would soon be a Charly’s gate and she had to be ready for it.  There was no one else to fight for them.  Her life was in her own hands.  Everywhere she went she kept an eye out for his distinctive gait.  She knew it was unlikely he would approach her in public, it wasn’t his style, but even so she was diligent.

If it were only her life she might give up, stop running cause he was always one step behind them.   She could feel his breath on her neck.  But Charly couldn’t relax, couldn’t let down her guard because it wasn’t just her life on the line and as long as she was alive she swore she would never let him lay one finger on her babies.

Charly fueled up on coffee in preparation for another sleepless night.  With a heavy sigh, she settled into the chair in front of her kid’s room that she had placed facing the one and only door.  The weight of the shotgun across her lap was reassuring.

 

~Melanie Thomason

03/02/2020

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pardon

 

poet,

penning paragraphs

pretty

purple

pigments

plying,

paint-flecked

parchment paper

peculiar phrases 

presenting

pink

protracted

pain

purging past,

promising pardon

~Melanie Thomason

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“Screw you, lover boy.”

Image by Walter Bichler from Pixabay

 

“Screw you, lover boy.”

I’ve said it in my head so many times

You break my heart each midnight

& come to mend it again each noon

I’m so sick of the same old song and dance

and you have been given chance after chance

but you refuse to learn a different tune

Now I’ve lost the will and the desire to fight

See, you’ve tied me up and hung yourself

with the very same length of rope

I’m finally standing up for myself

“Forgive you?” This time, it’s a nope!

“Screw you, lover boy.”

You’ve finally crossed my lines

~Melanie Thomason

2/15/2020

 

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