Waiting

You waited on me. And I waited on you
I told you I was waiting. And I knew you were waiting for me too
We both made a promise to wait forever.
But that promise was larger than the both of us.

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Waiting

Descent

down-the-rabbit-hole

It was all a huge lie.
I wish I had learnt sooner,
Because at the bottom I found
a little hole that only goes deeper

The rabbit hole.
No end is in sight
So I tumble ever downwards,

Scraping_____________________
my hands__________
along the walls
 ________throughout
__________________my
________________________downward
____________________________flight.

Descent

The Eye

(C) Barbara W. Beacham. Mondays Finish the Story (MFtS), Aug 17, 2015. This photo brings you to the challenge page. Hosted by Barbara W. Beacham.
(C) Barbara W. Beacham. Mondays Finish the Story (MFtS), Aug 17, 2015. This photo brings you to the challenge page. Hosted by Barbara W. Beacham.

I see absolutely everything

I observed my creator as he admired me

I witnessed him aging and fading

I watched burly men handle me

I looked as they set me on a huge white wall

For all to see, and with all in my view

Then a man came and scrutinized me

I peered back

I oversaw money exchanging hands

Then they put me in brown paper

and I saw no more

Word count: 68

The Eye

Venus’ s Rose

Why do people love?
I haven’t been through Venus’s Garden.
But I had been the wallflower for a long time
I watched the roses bloom
But I also watched them wither.

But last year, someone came,
She sat on the wall beside me
“Look at all these pretty flowers,”
She said.
But my eyes were only on her.

Slowly, I could smell the roses.
I could appreciate their beauty
But none could compare to her.
I wanted to paint her laughter,
Capture her delicate gentleness.
I’d put her in a glass pot
Worship her like the queen rose she is.
I watered her, gave her fertiliser and care.

Then the illusion shattered.
She was someone’s else’s rose.
The scent turned sour
She had to go.

Now I sit here on this lonely wall
Asking
Why do people love?

Venus’ s Rose

The Apple and The Tree

Credits: artfoodhome.com
Credits: artfoodhome.com

Why did the apple fall so far from the tree?
We are as different as night and day
It’s as if we live in two different worlds
That cause friction everytime they collide

Whenever you talk about history
All I hear is irrelevance
Your advice, I never heed
It made no difference after all

But during rare eclipses,
Night meets day and we would talk
Laughter, the joyful sound pleases
Then an abrupt end.

The Apple and The Tree

Invincible

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Credits: tumblr.com

If I were a balloon,
You would be my helium.
Reaching greater heights,
Enjoying the scenery together.
We swayed to no gales and
rose above storm clouds.
We were invincible.

Then you had your good idea
To tie a string on me, and tried to sell me off
To another stranger’s child.
If I learnt anything, I learnt people leave.
So I fastened my string to a rock.
I am my own rock.
I am invincible.
No storm can move me.
No weather can weather me.
I am invincible.

But I miss the scenery up there.
I miss not having to worry about storms at all.
Helium leaks, and I fear soon,
I won’t miss anything at all.

Invincible

Queen of Thieves

(C) Barbara W. Beacham. Mondays FInish the Story Flash Fiction,  June 1, 2015. This photo brings you to the challenge page. Hosted by Barbara W. Beacham
(C) Barbara W. Beacham. Mondays FInish the Story Flash Fiction, June 1, 2015. This photo brings you to the challenge page. Hosted by Barbara W. Beacham

What a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive

She is the best of her trade, the queen of thieves,
Who steals not gold but the hearts of men she misleads.
First she earned their trust, then she made them believe,
But the way she toyed, trampled, and teased,
Its no wonder that no male would choose to forgive,
but their pardon is something she does not need.
She is content with her life of promiscuous mischief,

Then he came, seemingly impregnable, the ideal candidate of intrigue,
Finally a game that she played with gritted teeth.
As she weaved, she felt unprecedented emotions: he made her complete,
So the queen quit her games, embraced her feelings, and laid her heart out to gift.
But by cruel destiny or ill fate, out of her life, he did leave.
She was the best of her trade, the queen of thieves,
Who stole not gold the hearts of men she misleads.

Word count: 150

Queen of Thieves