Gray Years ago, Mr. Gray married the enchanting Miss Rose Orange, and together they had a beautiful daughter, properly named Violet. Unfortunately, Violet was more Blue than Gray and inherited her dear mother's thorns. Life was a bit prickly after that. -Nichelle Lei
Moon, you followed me, across the State line, hidden and demure in the day's light. So faint and silent, hovering o'er me unseen, as I, distracted by the music fading in and out through my stereo speakers, raced on, oblivious. Down the road, I felt your gaze and met it. I wondered upon you. Your face... was brighter in the fading light, glowing with the knowledge that night was just around the corner. I forced my eyes back onto the blacktop to break the spell. Your light is so dangerous. -Nichelle Lei via Daily Prompt: Moon
I bubble up to the surface chasing the orbs that slip from my mouth. I wish it were fear. I wish it were anger. I wish it were pain escaping me. I dive down again. I could stay on the bottom of this pool forever, staring up at the surface where life occurs. It happens. Life. Often it hurts. The water feels safer, an amorphous embrace. Like a mother's womb. I could stay, if it weren't for this weakness; the need for life, for air, for the burning in my lungs to subside, the need to see with wet eyes what waits for me up there. That life, malformed and wavy through a watery frame stares down at me from the surface, taunting me. You need me. You breathe me, and sometimes You love me. Curiosity grabs me.
I bubble up to the surface chasing the orbs that slip from my mouth. -Nichelle Lei
They find me under the covers at night, speeding through thoughts behind the wheel, always nipping at my heels. They climb inside my head and scream, "Write me..." I run from them, and I love them so I cannot decipher which part of them begins and ends apart from me and which part makes up myself. Can I live a full life without these words, in human form, finding their way to paper? If I find myself taking my last breath, knowing I have not given them the life they wanted (still screaming and trying to bleed out of my fingertips through the swirls and unique shapes that name me, make me Me), will I have failed? If I'm the only one who ever knows them will my life have been profound? -Nichelle Lei Profound
A lady and her little ladybug fluttered by, today. The little ladybug wore tufts of black hair in place of her antennae. Her little wings have not come in, yet, but she looks just like an angel. -Nichelle Lei Guest
You're false like your teeth like the eye you lost when you were five running with a stick while chasing your cousin; That eye, the one that remains clear while the other is cloudy with cataracts. You're false. On the outside you're old and damaged, but within you laugh like a child. Is this so wrong? You're false like your breasts like your lips like your smile; The smile which fails to touch your eyes. Are you so rare, though? False. A sparkling exterior lovely to look upon, yet dull and lifeless within. No light. No shine. 'So, tragic to be so false. -Nichelle Lei
Let's misspeak, Wilson. I land here often, or Island hear off ton? Your turn... ...Still waiting. See, that's the trouble with islands and closed-mouthed sports balls. -Nichelle Lei