Miscellaneous Writings and Musings


A genie and her rock band

(Novel and Short Stories)

Steal Tomorrow

Steal Tomorrow
Murder, Mystery, First Love, and the End of the World

(Novel and Short Stories)

My Books and Stories

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It's just a little pain,
small reminder
(guilty conscience)
not quite sin,
not quite love,
not quite anything
told in books.

Try to look too closely
and it might disappear,
always to return
(nothing ever goes away)
almost true
stuck like glue,
stuck to you
and me.

Pluck it out:
an easy wish to make,
harder to do,
because this thorn that
pricks my memory,
stabs my veins,
and lives under my skin,
I also cherish
to my core.

These slivers of attachment
are not the enemy;
the nemesis lies within
my fickle heart.

This was written for Sunday Scribblings 2


Jae Rose said...

Do 'you' risk opening your heart to love and getting the thorns that sometimes come along..or do you stay in the castle tower...i think i would choose the thorns too ..love the flow and feel...almost like a fairy story..

November 9, 2014 at 4:30 AM
Alice Audrey said...

A fickle heart certainly makes things more painful, but the alternative is a deep freeze where nothing means anything. Take the thorns.

November 10, 2014 at 3:12 PM

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