Author: gelale18 (page 1 of 2)


A thin sheet of flour covers everything. Sweat pools on the eyebrows of the person tending to the oven. In the background a lady is singing to the room full of people. A server is pouring beer. The manager is watching the floor, biting his nails.



Green moss clung to old growth that coated the ridge side. A few patches of snow littered the ground below the evergreens. Overcast with a touch of rain. There is water trailing down the path.


Everyone’s mouth is closed. The table is set for 4, only 3 are seated. Painted eggs and tulips decorate the table. Lights are off but but sun brightens the room. Fathers eyes are on the son. Mothers eyes are on the front door.


Trees are bent over by the force of wind coming from the west. Clouds are scattered, the sun and blue sky make up the rest. Windows of City Hall act as mirrors. A bus passes parallel with a silver sedan. The cross walk says stop.   

Sunday Night Show

Late night show in which I find myself in a sea of people with their backs to me focused on the trio on stage. Red lights back dropped the mesmerizing musicians. First artist, acoustic, voice causing audience to sit still. Second artist, dark beat of the drums and Gibson guitar glaring under the overhanging lights. Left before third set.    

Raise the Flag

“I want that want and I want it without distraction, all depth but not so much seriousness.” -Teresa


Truth must be surrounded by trials and colors, what is it without them?

To differentiate a need from a want has to come to it boiling point.

We have witnessed and experienced the grave dangers it can hold. Society can be good at distracting you and there is no lack of evidence. No war paint is needed, though it is encouraged. The slaughter of system is inevitable.   

It takes Time

“No meaning of mine is in your eyes.” -Lina


I was placed on a shelf, always being looked up to until you would stand up.

Always in arm’s reach but never actually being reached out to unless to put me back into place, after wandering off.

Standing in the shallow end of your heart I wondered what it would be/feel like to be able to swim to the deep, to kill that burning curiosity. To rid of all the memories of just watching from afar, most of them.


Patience paid off and the dust that covered the shelf was brushed away. I walked away with scratches but a rejuvenated will.  



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