Stempleton

Doubted by the unknown

I have waited for the dark clouds to escape my mind. My judgement torments my decisions to continue with reality. I think one thing and feel something totally redundant and then, after a while i get used to it. The sour helplessness. The reminder of doubt. The, can I’s. It all seems combined together like mush, messy and fuzzy. My future unclear to my establishment. All things i wish to be or want to posses within me. Hoping to solidify my exsistance. I know of my being and so does the lord but what am I to become of it. What kind of climax and resolution am I aiming for. And the most important question is…When? Hence, will I be ready for my begining to evolve into realness of my flesh. I was tought never to worry but anxiousness withholds inside my soul. I am trapped by my doubt and beaten with my own heart of mind and soul for the unknown.

The Babylon of Marriage

The light of the lamp glows within one spot, casting shadow of each object within its spectrum. Up high the cool air sinks while the bulb melts the dry wall paint; it bubbles intensely.

 “Babe” she says “I love you.” Half- heartedly smiles and shrugs solemnly. The gentleman sighs, while tapping his foot profusely against the dusty hard-wood floor. Thoughts are debated to speak. She can tell he’s hesitant.                                 

“My bags are packed and the taxi is waiting” he cleared his throat and retrieves a piece of paper “here’s the number for the lawyer…you can have the house and my cat.” He goes out the door before she tosses the bottle at him.

 Crying and yelling out the door she says “I’ll kill the cat and burn the house, you ass hole!”

 He replies loudly outside “What did the cat ever do to you?” he gets in the taxi and goes off leaving the woman quietly in the dark sky.

Scary Acknowledgments

Today you came in the mail, strange to say that, a foreign thought to think. It hurts me to even see you like that. In cardboard box, you sit on my table. I don’t have the strength to open you, again strange. I think we’re all at a point of disbelief. We know your there but choose to not acknowledge the state you’re in. In a box I hate to say your body lies. But your spirit soars with the clouds, up above in the skies.  I can picture it now with the lord you sit and sip tea, I just hope while you’re doing so you’re looking down at me.

Courtesan’s Frailties soon Never Missed

We all want that one touch, the moment when our breath has been taken away. We want to peer around the corner just to catch a glimpse of them walking to the store, or going to their car. We want to accidently run into them, just to know their name, to just start a conversation; so that maybe later they’ll think of us later. And when they do see us we want it to be when we’re doing something interesting, like reading, writing, listening to a song that you don’t even know but somehow found out that, that was their favorite song. Even when we try hardest to know this person, they still don’t know that we exist. The fact is it isn’t their burden. It’s us, blinded by our own fabrications that we could ever have been. When really it’s god who gives the right moment, god who says that’s the one and not by looking interesting, or by stalking or even wanting so hard it hurts because you have to know in your heart it’s our time to find that other piece, that person who will love our smile, warm our hearts, give us better days. And when the one looks at s we’ll know for the slightest moment we’ve crossed their mind and then we’ll know, know that we’ve found love.

ENOUGH.

I never thought I’d have this kind of moment with a sibling. We sat next there in silence, not talking but thinking about only one thing. It was weird how the silence didn’t bother us because I knew what she was feeling. The sadness consumed her heart. The sobs in the shower confirmed it. I wanted her to feel comfort but not speaking was comfort enough. We both knew why…