his

 

His honeyed voice soothes

My aching psyche

His bright smile provides

Luminosity

His twinkling eyes beg

Curiosity

I run to him on slippered feet and place my palm on his chest.

The steady rhythm of his heart puts my wearied mind at rest.

~Melanie Thomason

2/19/2022

 

creatures such as we

Another murdered midnight

under a starless sky

The words between us hang heavy

like the weight of the secrets we keep

Love is a cruel deception

for creatures such as we,

living in perpetual drought

If I could only tell you the toll it takes

being one of your lost causes

I hate it, though neither of us is innocent

The truth echoes among us

When I close my eyes the red rope tightens

I think of all the things we do in the dark

the silence sings as the rain starts

~Melanie Thomason

8/5/21

Untitled short story

She was dying so slowly from the poison that she never even felt ill.  Or maybe it would be more accurate to say that she had never felt well but she just didn’t have a point of reference.

If one is always in the darkness do they miss the light? Even if they’ve never experienced it?

Yes, yes they do.  She had dreams and fantasies of course but never the energy to even attempt them.  Her imagination was the only part of her that was truly alive and reading fueled her.

She at the moment was living a stationary life, too weak and limp to even get herself out of bed.  But in her mind she was hiking up mountain trails, riding wild horses and visiting big cities with immense skyscrapers she only ever read about.

She heard the comings and goings in the rest of the house and wanted to know what was happening, maybe even be included for once and she tried to call out but found herself too hoarse to manage more than a whisper.  A voice fades from lack of use.

She once again found comfort by carefully unfolding the tattered and yellowed piece of stationery that she always kept on her.  Within its creases she spied the tiny pill, its presence reassuring.  She still had some control and when she was ready she would go on her own terms.

 

~Melanie Thomason

7/24/21

witness

gentle gloomy sky

a compassionate witness

to my fragile state of mind

~Melanie Thomason

1/23/21

other happinesses (100 word story)

She had long suspected that love wasn’t in the cards for her.  She had even begun to accept her solitary lot in life.  Now she had confirmation via a Tarot card reading by a trusted and respected friend.

“Well, this is just the icing on the cake.” she thought.  It was just what she needed and she vowed to put thoughts of romantic love behind her and focus on other happinesses.

One could still have dreams.

One could still have passions.

“..and I still have love in my life, don’t I?” she softly asked the purring cat in her arms.

Image by Engin Akyurt from Pixabay

 

~Melanie Thomason

09/13/2020

Are you lost?

Are you awake??

Don’t you

Have anything to say?

Have anything worth sharing?

Have anything you hold near and/or dear to you?

Why are you

Living a generic life?

Marinating in mediocrity?

Determined to be distant?

Are you asleep??

Are you lost ?

Don’t you

think anymore?

Wake up before you float away into nothingness.

~Melanie Thomason

08/31/2020

Chasing Happiness

The ways of love are tricky to ascertain

and I’ve wasted too many years trying to wrap my head around things I can never understand.

I keep chasing happiness but find myself stumbling,

hanging over the edge, trying to cling to those fleeting moments that bubble up as laughter,

ascend and float away.

My new found hope melts as cotton candy on tongue

and once again death is so close I can feel it’s breath on the back of my neck.

Words have a way of burrowing under my skin and I descend again into despair

as I am reminded of all that I am not…

all that I should have been.

The pain is to just too real to pack away with past grievances.

Too real to disregard.

I’m a loser,

but not in the way that you think.

I’m a loser insomuch as I cannot win.

~Melanie Thomason

7/6/2020

Okay ~NaPoWriMo Day 10 (I’m late!)

So today is the 12th day of NAPoWriMo 2020!  I said i would write a poem each day for the moth of April….and I missed the last couple days.  So I decided I could keep beating myself up and call myself a failure and just give it up OR I could play catch up…which is what I’m going to do!  So here is my poem for day 10:

Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay

“I’m okay,” I say to you

as much as to myself

and neither of us believes it

as my voice is rough from tears

but “you’re alive and that’s a good thing” is your gentle reassurance

and that will have to do for now

things have been better

but boy have they been worse

things are different or is it me who is different?

either way we always get through it somehow

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who was it that said, “the more things change the more they stay the same?”

~Melanie Thomason

4/12/2020

Image by Roland Mey from Pixabay and i added the text…feel free to use it!