M.K. Lee's Blog: Telling Tales, page 91
March 24, 2020
End of the Line
Im trading messages with a ghost
Or at most,
Someone out cold in a coma.
The scent of you has long faded.
Im left in limbo, jaded,
Still sniffing out for that sandalwood aroma
That I associate with you.
The treasured memories are wrong, and tainted,
And in their place Ive painted
A gaudy, showy, false mural.
You might be there at the end of the line,
But youre only killing time.
And the worst part of it all
Is making myself believe what I know to be true.
March 23, 2020
Keeping It Simple
Looking back now, it all seemed like unnecessary fuss.
Everyone theyd ever met had commented on the way they looked at one another, how they gravitated towards each other without even intending to. No one said anything of course, as the looks between them became more loaded, and their closeness grew more heated, and even the knowing expressions of their friends grew so frequent that eventually, even they couldnt ignore what was happening.
There are only so many times you can fantasise about...
Newsletter #7
March 22, 2020
Hold My Hand
Hold my hand.
Is there anything less magical
Than being anchored to somewhere
Youve forgotten how to belong?
Hold my hand.
Is there anything less frightening
Than reaching out and asking someone
For the help youve needed for so very long?
Hold my hand.
Lace your fingers between mine
and let me feel you there,
Flesh pressed to flesh.
Palm against palm.
Let me know youre there,
Even if just for a little time,
Anchor me here,
Let me fool myself calm.
Hold my hand.
I dont ask that you have the...
March 21, 2020
A Restless Heart
I made far too much of this. Do you want to help me?
Tyler rewrapped the dish towels he was holding his crockpot in trying to disperse the heat, pasting on his most hopeful of smiles. Roses gaze fell to the pot then looked back up at his face, by which time she was already nodding.
Sure. Come on in, she said, stepping back. I just got home. Youll save me a job.
Tyler sagged in relief, rushing into her apartment and thankfully putting the crockpot down on a kitchen...
March 20, 2020
Her
I feel it every time you slide deep into her,
And all I want to do is plunge a knife deep into her
Read the rest in Shades Of Me
[image error] Shades Of MeA short collection of poetry based loosely around the theme of colour.
March 19, 2020
Point Of No Return
You remember when we-
He says, a reminiscent smile on his face as he leans on the terrace railing and stares out over the water. His voice fades away, but you dont need him to finish the words, because you do; you do remember. A small boat, white with a navy blue trim around its flank. Sea spray striking your skin as wind whipped up your hair. Your hands on the steering wheel, though he was the one steering; pressed up tight against your back with his hands around your middle, gentle fingers...
March 18, 2020
A Passing Thought
I miss the world today.
It got off on a bus somewhere,
And I dont quite remember its destination,
Or even if it bought a return ticket; I dont think so, though.
I only know that it went away.
Nor do I remember if we sat down for one last café con leche,
If the palacsintas we shared were sweet or savoury,
Or even if I ever believed that hunger could be sated by food.
I know I dreamt up so many things,
Entire worlds maybe. Existences,
Reasons to get up in the morning. Tell me,
Could it be that I am still...
Just Passing Through
The TVs playing at a different speed.
To me, it is full of odd shapes, curious voices
Unknown colours and strange rejoices.
A world for which I have no need.
Conversations rumble over on subjects unknown.
Screeching, senseless, repetitively bleak.
Empty stories on repeat but no sense do you speak.
In this loud crowd shambles, no thoughts are your own.
Daily routines a continual loop of the same.
The guarded loud whispers of complete strangers news,
Judgement over all and such cowardly views.
Point the...
March 17, 2020
Whatever Comes First
Matthew isnt looking for a relationship. Ask him, and hell say its because between work and studying theres just no time. Ask his best friend, Sarah, and the story is a little different and involves a failed relationship that left him raw.
Enter Joel, a childhood friend of Sarahs recently back in the area. Hes not looking for love, either, but hes not averse to the idea of a little fun. Uncomplicated and on the same page: what could possibly go wrong?
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