The Anarcher
The pen is mightier than the sword they say, but why not an arrow? Much more dignified I think.
The Anarcher
The pen is mightier than the sword they say, but why not an arrow? Much more dignified I think.
The pen is mightier than the sword they say, but why not an arrow? Much more dignified I think.
The pen is mightier than the sword they say, but why not an arrow? Much more dignified I think.
Two worn leather workboots. Nothing remarkable exactly. They were nice enough for what they were, yet they possessed an air of oddity. Upon closer inspection, the toebox was quite broad in width, and, well, not very box-like. Each toe had its own compartment, as gloves do. It was somewhat discreetly crafted, as if the wearer did not want to attract notice, opting for a more quiet rebellion from th...
I tried it for a while
Being painless
But the pain was replaced with numb
My body couldn’t communicate
Couldn’t sound the alarms
Something is wrong
Something is wrong
In this one mortal suit
Of flesh and blood
We still injure, get hurt, bleed
The not knowing killed me inside
Couldn’t say what’s enough
Something is wrong
Something is wrong
My warranty is up
I welcome pain
Pain lets us know we s...
Where’s Waldo
Oh Waldo
You hide in plain sight
In puzzles so great
In day and in night
Where’s Waldo
Oh Waldo
Where ever’ve you been
You perch on benches
On banks of the Seine
Where’s Waldo
Oh Waldo
So peaceful you are
In bustling city
On edge of guitar
Where’s Waldo
Oh Waldo
Oh what have you done
Catering chaos
Like hamburger buns
Where’s Waldo
Oh Waldo
How is it you feel
Always on the run
I...
With my busy, busy schedule
I’ve been incredibly swamped
But I’m so excited to announce
This is my 100th day of Daily Prompt!
So I don my celebratory quill
I say, a toast to commitment!
A toast to passion and cheer
With a brain as my only equipment
I toast to more writing this year!
I couldn’t have done it without you all
Your support and feedback are great
Reading your work inspires me
To take...
“-so you have to think about it, Macki, think about what you want to do with your life. Think about who you want to be. This isn’t you. It can’t be. I refuse to believe this is some ‘new you.’ I know you’re in there… somewhere in that mass of flesh we call a mortal body. I only hope to reach you before you lose sight of yourself completely. Look… I know we’ve all changed, but I know you. You’re no...
I didn’t ask to be this way
This is simply what I was born to do
I got assigned an unfortunate job- catering to ungrateful you
Following you around is tiring
What a boring life you lead
I dont ask for much from you but I long to be freed
I want a shadow family
With a herd of shadow pets
I want my own houses and a fleet of private jets
I can’t make choices
Dependent on your life
What a toxic re...
When I was a young lass
I loved the swings
Pretend I was a pirate
O’er waves clear as glass
I marched into the air
Riding the swells
Flag pole chain in hand
Swung high as I dared
Chariot came crashing
Down into mist
But I bounced back up
As my feet had springs
In figment of my mind
Wings spread open
I soared ‘bove the clouds
One of the divine
I’d flutter like fairies
Graceful beings
Close my ...
Wisdom is parasitical
People are far too critical
Nothing is to be done
For none of us have won
If one of us gives up and starves
If we don’t make peace and share
How can we proudly bear
The spoils of our smarts
The coinage of our hearts
When others too fight the same
It’s selfish to survive
When together we could thrive
Our defenses override
Must set barriers aside
Opening minds can open ey...
I’m so sorry
So sorry indeed
Sorry I’m winning
Sorry I’m freed
Freed from the start
The holding cage
Start to emerge
Start to engage
I’m so sorry
So stood your pawn there
Sorry I shoved you
Sorry you failed
Fail’ed to win
To adventure, thrive
Win over the crowd
Win, Mastermind
I’m so sorry
So back at the start
Sorry you’re in Trouble
Sorry you’re hurt
Hurt you I did
I say, but a game!
Did you R...
It would not be a labyrinth without feeling like something is studying, watching you, the lab rat. There is a sensory deprivation to it. Winding… winding… nothing but winding paths, twisting and turning for all of eternity. It is easy to lose yourself in the loss of direction and reason. Your only purpose, the frivolous task of finding the sole needle- an exit- in the haystack of false trails. Wha...