#skip forward

[jonaswpoetry]

sacrosanct & obscene

anywhere down beneath the mirror

that light can kiss without seizure

is held sacrosanct & obscene by all

—

beams; it is pillars who fathom how

depth might multiply a burden — while

rooted in place, as well. They might

—

aspire to skip forward, or even fall

several steps back but, ultimately, none

would dare risk their house’s stability

[lost-ends-found]

Not Looking Back

skip forward your dreams, for life is but a walking nightmare trying to show you its memories where you have failed in places of promise

deny that fated destiny which haunts the remnants of a once liven desire that only remains now as a whimper of hope lost among unanswered prayers

skip forth and arrive to the cradle of now, leaving behind the wrath of the poisons with their magnetic charms trying to pull you back to the deafening arms you grew to love

shed your burden, live well with the pain of disappointments that will fail to overshadow all the lights of tomorrow

skip forward, my love

and fuck the past

.

[sassoonery]

as a child I followed the trill of a bicycle bell

and gathered apples; I liked them sweet

and the hills held my tiny body in the cool grass,

soothed the rebellion that you tried to break.

skip forward through all the things inside

that I hid from you; you never knew the punishment

I'd take to erase you, so it doesn't matter;

resistance and restraint I held in the palms of both my hands;

now I've come forward into September

where the cottage is cool and the hills still whisper their

song of comfort; they soak up my screams and my

spent integrity; they let the leaves know that the pain

is sometimes the point and their rustling won't change that.

you can't change it either;

it's my story; I made it.

I built September.

[malakkc-poetry]

Forward!!!

I awake having forgotten to breathe.

As I take my first breath of the day, I am thankful

That all my senses have survived the night full

Of nightmarish scenes chasing me down as I sleep. Fitful

In my REM sleep as fear of the past lays its claws,

Sharp and deep into my accelerated heart beats,

That make a scary symphony foreshadowing futures,

Uncertainty, and the unknowns.

Learn from the past the lessons necessary to skip forward

Into a place of peace and restfulness that exists within.

That tranquility will surely push you into a future in

Which you can face undetermined with courage,

Your head held high, certain of your abilities to navigate

The choppy seas of your future.

[cruxymox]

these troubles, or

to move past, one must find

the splitter & pay

their fee, whatever it be

it is none of our concern how

they do it, nor what they split

but just

that they get it just so

[drmorbius12]

Skip Forward

I actually knew Skip, before the unfortunate accident, of course.  He was an odd sort of character because you could never quite put your finger on when or where he was going.

He had the most upsetting habit of blinking out of existence, only to reappear some time (and place) later, feigning apology for being so rude as to have left without any explanation.

Frankly, I think his disappearances were contrived entirely to coincide with my erudite expositions on subjects I consider to be most topical.

Almost as though he were not interested.  I've always thought my verbal eloquence was quite captivating and most deserving of attention.

I could not begin to conceive that I might be so boring as to compel him to avoid having to listen to me!

Serves him right that his atoms were completely disintegrated upon returning from one such 'skip', when his body, upon reappearance, coincided with a lawnmower.

Needless to say, not withstanding the mess, it was a most unfortunate occurrence!  Only proving that if he had stuck around and listened to what I had to say, he would still be alive today.

I did find one of his eyeballs though.  It was just lying there looking at me like the whole affair was all my fault!  I keep it in a jar on my desk and lecture to it frequently, for hours.

Every now and then I swear I can see a tear form on it, but that couldn’t be possible, could it?

[fakesurprise]

every stone a ripple water moves between completion and ruin          running

no time to waste an irony always lost ‘twister,’ the voice says behind slow eyes glazed as the voice “not traveller. All you do is twist.”

the eloi lie together on moss laziness without shame 

the time traveller runs: a hop a jump, and the centuries skip 

the morlocks wear shades clothing chimney-sweeper suit  so long after chimneys were 

‘you made us,’ they say voices  choosing words they can speak  the darkness is not dark enough

the time traveller runs: a hop a jump, and the centuries skip

nothing behind is safe any longer  everyone knows your face  everyone knows       stories finally peace in a cold future trees have reclaimed their own ‘twister,’ the wind blows  laughing  voice too familiar by far 

the time traveller breathes in the sickness of the flesh 

the laughter knows the truth but offers       nothing a final skip the machine  so old with cannibalized time  silence that waits finallly without judgement  the time travellers steps out of flesh and the prison of bone for once almost free  but all those wronged wait in the space beyond flesh and only some smile as the skipping is done 

[karmaalwayswins]

@writerscreed prompt 197: skip forward

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Eight year old Tommy Redshoes skipped ahead of his parents on March 4, 2003. He had reached the curb when his mother and father were hit by a crashing bus and killed. While he was in mourning, he stayed with his uncle and passed the time by reading a dictionary. Once he was back in school, he skipped third grade. In fourth grade, he was the smallest boy (and the smartest). He could have skipped another grade but was glad he did not, because he felt weird. While he was in high school his uncle gifted him some bitcoin. At that point, one bitcoin was worth about one sandwich. Tommy cashed out half of his uncle’s gift a few years later, at a point when one bitcoin was worth a decent used car. Even after paying off his graduate school loans, he was a multimillionaire. He was ahead in life but still felt weird. He had trouble relating to anyone his own age. At night in bed, sometimes he wished that he’d kept walking alongside his parents. 

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Kimmie Hopscotch wished she had a fast forward button for the movie of her life. She wanted to speed past the year of 2020, where she spent her days packing boxes of other people’s purchases, working out by herself, and coordinating masks with her clothes. She wanted to fast forward to at least 2022, when she hoped to have a different job, and maybe to go the beach with a friend for her birthday. 

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Dear reader, we will now skip forward in our tale. Tommy Redshoes and Kimmie Hopscotch eventually meet, as you might have guessed. They end up neighbors in the same upscale Dallas neighborhood, after Tommy makes a wise investment in an ecofriendly toilet startup and Kimmie founds a doughnut lounge empire. Their children (Edson Redshoes and Ava Hopscotch) become childhood sweethearts who walk the aisle on June 20, 2057.