Off Balance

a block
a sigh
an empty screen
been a while now
fingers not itchy to work
so, this is what a block feels like
i get it, ‘kay?
now what?
wait, let’s check the mind first
idea box?
inspiration checklist?
what list?
motivation department?
ain’t no one working
no senses are working right
dry as an empty road in the middle of a Texas desert
did i take a wrong turn earlier?
feels like something is off
i’m out of touch
it’s just not fitting
any doctor in the house?
i might need fixing
missing someth…


Submitted to One Single Impression, Prompt: Wrong and Theme Thursday, Prompt: Balance.



Image credit to S-t-r-a-n-g-e @ DeviantArt, titled Age of Window

faceless man, sitting
behind a windowless house
fanning a trapped soul

-̶̶•-̶̶•̸Ϟ•̸•̸Ϟ•̸-̶̶•-̶ -̶̶•-̶̶•̸Ϟ•̸•̸Ϟ•̸-̶̶•-̶ -̶̶•-̶̶•̸Ϟ•̸•̸Ϟ•̸-̶̶•-̶ -̶̶•-̶̶•̸Ϟ•̸•̸Ϟ•̸-̶̶•-̶

no sign of breaths left
only unnamed small flowers
what’s left to the soul

-̶̶•-̶̶•̸Ϟ•̸•̸Ϟ•̸-̶̶•-̶ -̶̶•-̶̶•̸Ϟ•̸•̸Ϟ•̸-̶̶•-̶ -̶̶•-̶̶•̸Ϟ•̸•̸Ϟ•̸-̶̶•-̶ -̶̶•-̶̶•̸Ϟ•̸•̸Ϟ•̸-̶̶•-̶

crevices and lines
this wall had bred love o’er time
wisdom in decays

-̶̶•-̶̶•̸Ϟ•̸•̸Ϟ•̸-̶̶•-̶ -̶̶•-̶̶•̸Ϟ•̸•̸Ϟ•̸-̶̶•-̶ -̶̶•-̶̶•̸Ϟ•̸•̸Ϟ•̸-̶̶•-̶ -̶̶•-̶̶•̸Ϟ•̸•̸Ϟ•̸-̶̶•-̶

Sensational Haiku Wednesday, no prompt/freestyle
One Single Impression, Prompt: Soul


a craving in the night
a howl in a desperate cry
drowned in a painful state of wonder
this gaping hole is getting bigger
what should she do if she could stand it no longer?
she’d like to weep
but tired of seeing lines and bags
smiling from under the numbing stare
is there something to hang on to?
is there a reverse button?
what about a cheer button?
she asks around for any sign
they told her to keep searching
and she has been, but
only silence
and the fleeting sparks in the sky
as her silent company
after dragging herself mindlessly
up and down the street
one corner to another
with the icy wind as her backbone
she ponders whether to continue

a man, finally,
with a kind smile
in a sweet voice
gently said
“you may rest here for a while,
then you have to go,

no sign here,
but keep walking,

you may find one ahead”

they said this too will pass
what will?
she’s still waiting

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The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 31 ~ A Baker’s Dozen

One Single Impression – Seeking

A Regret

Image credit to PWCPhoto

the hourglass has been turned
and the white sand
down it goes
tick tock
tickety tock
an unexpected company
up against the wall
the faster the sand goes
the louder seems the sound
trying to steal my mind

but really,
nothing worth to steal there
now empty
clueless what to think
too scared to dream
too scarred to hope
it’s just that
what to do with this heart
you know,
still pounding
still feeling
time suppose to heal
so they say

a chuckle,

all sand is gone
but the sound is still there
no way to stop time
that’s the truest truth
tick tock
tickety tock

a sigh,

honesty hurts
and so the hourglass
has been turned….

but don’t you know?
time can’t erase it.

Image credit to Lidor Wyssocky

One Single Impression, Prompt #194: Hourglass

the color of silent scream

When you look long into an abyss, the abyss looks into you. ~Friedrich Nietzsche

Credit to hallv5 @ DeviantArt, titled Silent Scream

this mouth wants to ramble, but

mind in a knot

tongue tied

words failed

just a silent scream

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