Stories, Poetry and Essays
If I’m home in my town, I’ll grow bored,
Seeing the same bloody thing every day.
So I go out in the world and I see what it offers,
And for a while, all is okay.
Then I’ll miss the things, the friends, I left behind,
And I’ll fly home again with the next plane.
And there I’ll be, so very content,
Till I grow bored and restless again.
Sleepless.
Thinking about every bad thing you’ve done.
Every hurtful word you’ve said.
Sleepless.
Means that you’re not heartless.
When I was nothing more than just a child,
The Lemon Tree was happy notes and dance.
I would skip around with the melody in mind,
A song purely delightful, at first glance.
But as I became older and the lyrics became clear,
I realised how tragic they were.
Bitterness and tears, caught in song,
And I don’t know which version I prefer.
But then again, sad as it is,
Perhaps it’s part of growing up.
When The Lemon Tree stops being sounds,
And becomes a story of two lovers’ break-up.
When you realise it’s Friday,
And you have nothing to post.
So you compose a silly poem,
To quickly upload.
He’s at home in his bed,
His wife at his side.
But he finds himself in battle,
As he opens his eyes.
The enemy is upon them,
His friends are all dying.
So he fights with all he has,
While his insides are crying.
There! Don’t you see?!
An enemy to his side!
So he raises his gun,
And he shoots the damn guy!
A scream pulls him back,
And he sees what he’s done.
He’s back in his kitchen,
Where he just shot his own son.
A/N: If interested then the following link is to a website where you can make a donation to help soldiers dealing with PTSD:
Isn’t it funny;
How you are both my biggest pride,
And my darkest secret?
A/N: Tried my hands at micro poetry (inspired by Sarah Doughty) and it turned out about twice as long as planned. Oh, well 🙂 Let me know what you think
I might
Be burning
With a desire
A yearning
A/N: Another Sarah Doughty poem – do you guys agree with it or not? 🙂
If you dare
to think
for yourself,
rationality
and intelligence
become mutually
exclusive.
© Sarah Doughty
Source: Exclusivity
A/N: Wednesday poem by Sarah Doughty. In my mind, it’s the story of a tough break-up. What do you guys think? 🙂
I was born in limbo,
a purgatory of
your making,
but over time,
I’ve transformed
it into paradise.
© Sarah Doughty
Source: Transformed
A/N: Another beautiful micro-poem by Sarah Doughty
Today is not
your day
to give up.
(Things I tell
myself
on repeat.)
Source: Today
Maria Sjöstrand 