short story/poetry dump
“rising action”
simon had never walked this wood before, and the sleepy sprawl of writhing trees punished him for it. it punished him, for the winter air bit cold, and the night swept through a wind that sang long forgotten sorrows... long, long forgotten.
Perhaps only the foolish, or perhaps the miserable have trod this path, he thought.
he traipsed along, cane clicking across the rough, beaten, battered, and bruised pathway. there was no urgency in his gait.
"what a lovely evening." he mused aloud, defying the wind's cacophony of musics. village life had taught him to appreciate nature, lest you be carried away by that wicked beast--ambition.
"you know, as i walk this path, i wonder how my daughter is getting along. she's only seventeen, you know." he said, the moon's light flickering off of his glasses whenever the clouds decided they'd pass.
"ha ha ha... maybe this hoary mind has lost it. i suppose going loony talking to the trees would be better than going loony talking to yourself, eh?" the trees did not respond nor did they find it humorous. he took their expressions for scowls. "i'll decide to overlook your attitudes, friends," he stopped to look around and announce, "for I've a fancy that you shall all be happier on the morrow." with that, he continued his gait.
"X is my heart"
where x is my heart
and the problem is u
the solution's not easy as 2 plus a 2.
for where two hearts gait
two minds grow irate.
they sensibility re-appropriate.
but statistics don't matter,
when you catch my eye.
i'm incredulous when away my heart pries.
it lurches and skips
it misses a beat
when you look my way
or when our eyes meet
because for all your good graces
and little taboos
despite my mind saying
"the answer is two!",
my heart cannot stop asking
where x is my heart,
and the problem is you.
what's your solution?
"tradegy reigneth"
when mind is frayed from face to face, i find then thoughts of thee buy thoroughfare unfair. your world is gray, your grin so gloom'd; or so hope not i humbly 'sume of you.
anxiety finds partner 'round and aims. so harrow'd, gun in one, your hand held oth'r, gun trifled, trigger grasp'd. then lack of care did call upon your head.
so tradegy reigneth the king in much, so lack in life or lack in love this king.