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Masquerade

I suppose I should feel fortunate. I've been with the same man for six years, I've worked for the same company for nine years, I've lived in the same state for ten years. But my college diploma says "English" and my job screams "Business" and I fear that this life I’ve built is Stagnation masquerading as Stability. I’m not planning on doing something drastic like running off to join the circus or the Scientologists or anything, but maybe I should just stop planning for a change. Stop standing still. Do something spontaneous. I am too young to feel this old. --- Thanks for the 100 Word Song prompt, Lance (of My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog ). This brief introspection was inspired by Elvis Costello's "Brilliant Mistake".

thirsty darkness

She  stood aloof nothing stood in the way of her purpose. buffeted by the cool winter breeze, nothing stood but She had watched others fall to the whirr or tumble into thirsty darkness but she refused to let the world assign her pain. Her pain was her own. She stands calmly, patiently awaiting tomorrow. will it bring an end or another beginning? what use in new predictions? tomorrow we chase the yesterdays we did not catch today.  (again.) She will herald the end to nothingness by giving in to it and tumbling into thirsty darkness as winter blows itself away ...Prompted by the 100 Word Song writing challenge at  My Blog Can Beat up Your Blog .  T his week's track: Tom Petty's "I Won't Back Down".

bruises

a heart may be precious but it's not a diamond and papercuts bleed a heart is a muscle but it's not invincible and races fatigue purple mountains pierce potential blues roil on the sea black drowns ambition can anybody shield me from these bruises on my heart the hemorrhage of my soul yes, i know the blood is flowing but it's clear to me it's going down the drain a mind holds such fire but it's not an island and bridges burn quickly a mind is the center but its social life often steers it toward apathy purple mountains pierce potential blues roil on the sea black drowns ambition can anybody save me from these bruises on my heart the hemorrhage of my soul yes, i know the blood is flowing but it's clear to me it's going down the drain a soul is eternal but joy is elusive (though laughter is free) a soul is untethered but today it's here and now today must be seized purple mountains pinpoint potential blue

Jacobin

Jacobin / JAK-uh-bin\ , noun   1. an extreme radical, especially in politics. 2. (in the French Revolution) a member of a radical society or club of revolutionaries that promoted the Reign of Terror and other extreme measures, active chiefly from 1789 to 1794: so called from the Dominican convent in Paris, where they originally met. 3. a Dominican friar. 4. (lowercase) one of a fancy breed of domestic pigeons having neck feathers that hang over the head like a hood. The birdwatcher would have cooed in delight at his find, but to Terrance the jacobin was just another stupid pigeon. Sorry, kids (self?). This word just wasn't sparking anything for me. I suppose I could try to write something about a friar torn between his love for his God and his love for cacao. Though I think a Carmelite (brown friar) would have a better story, given that the same robes which covered up the evidence of his sin (scars from self-flage

irrefrangible

irrefrangible / ir-i-FRAN-juh-buhl \ adjective 1. not to be broken or violated; inviolable: an irrefrangible rule of etiquette 2. incapable of being refracted Twenty minutes into the exam, nature was screaming into Chad's face. A childhood full of terrestrial ferries between the pond in his backyard to the Great Lakes in his grandparents' had developed his ability to endure eight-hour stints between trickling streams, but the waterfall of caffeinated drinks from the previous night's cram session (not to mention the Writer's soppy sponge of metaphors) had stripped him of all restraint. The professor's irrefrangible policy against any interruption of testing sessions must be violated, else Noah's ark need be summoned to save the devout from the amber deluge.

hent

who have i hented this life from? surely it was not meant for me. i was supposed to be traveling the world and writing novels and money was supposed to be irrelevent at the same time it was to be in ready supply. instead i struggle to connect the ends instead i work on a sponge i must wring joy from (when i dreamed of a place where joy overflowed its cup) what choice do i have but to follow the path though i realize i can create a fork with some work i dare not step off the path into the brush for i have too many responsibilities and too many ropes tying me to the ground i will wring the joy out of work and soak in the joy of play until that day when play and work are one.

hent

hent / HENT \ verb to seize It had stood unclaimed for almost a month, she was certain. With the expiration date a mere two days away, Kate took her growling stomach to the break room and hented the strawberry Yoplait for herself.