Tag: love

Apocalypse

The news screams of war.

Nuclear sirens and wildfires,
Flooded homes
Extremists taking their fight
To the streets.

I try to memorize the way you look at me
The way my name sounds on your lips
How warm you are, how safe.

Politicians in hot water
Displaced children
Without a home nation
On a boiling planet.

I might be holding you in the eye of the hurricane
There might be disaster at our door.
But I will remember this moment.

For when the world ends.

via Daily Prompt: Memorize

First Sight

He emerged from the shadows. A streetlight shone down on him, turning his blonde hair into a halo and forming a pool of ethereal light at his feet. His piercing green eyes spoke directly to her heart. She was instantly enamoured. Love at first sight.

He smiled and she felt warm. He beckoned her over, towards the light. She went without question, amazed he’d noticed her at all.

She stepped in to the light around him. His outstretched hand turned in to a claw. He scooped out her eyes. And love at first sight became the last thing she ever saw.

 

via Daily Prompt: Enamored

Magnetic Love

The lovers stilled to watch their hearts dance.

Between them was more than chemistry, more than sparks. It was a charge that buzzed through the air, crackling over the goosebumps of the crowd.

They were electric. Magnetic.

In the right mood- pulled together and impossible to unstick. Circling one another, always touching and never looking away.

In the wrong mood- violently repelled and relentlessly repulsed. But even then every action was reactionary, unable to do anything that wasn’t tied to the other.

Two halves of one force of nature.

via Daily Prompt: Magnetic

Recipe for Your Soul

Ingredients:

  1. 2 cups of self-raising determination.
  2. 2 cups of creativity
  3. Self confidence, beaten
  4. 200ml of love
  5. 1/2 a cup of insecurity (it will feel like more once baked, but that’s all I promise)
  6. A pinch of courage.

Method:

  1. Mix together all of the dry ingredients thoroughly in a large mixing bowl. Pour in the rest and beat yourself up.
  2. Put in the oven and turn up the heat. You might think you can’t take the pressure, but you can.
  3. Leave to cool when ready. You will become strong, but still soft.
  4. Decorate with icing if you like, but you don’t need it.

Serving suggestion: Give a generous portion to those who love you. Give none to those who do not deserve it.

via Daily Prompt: Portion

Stardust

I remember we are stardust

And when I miss him I look up.

I trace his outline in the cosmos.

I wave. He winks.

 

I remember that atoms are reused.

And I breathe deep recycled air

Passed from his lungs to mine

Through time.

 

I remember that time is relative

And although our speeds are different

Our destination is the same.

I will join him.

 

In the Night.

 

via Daily Prompt: Trace

Unmoored

 

When you are with me I am safe. When I am with you I am home. These are our harbours.

We spend so long apart, so long sailing between the two and I have become used to the open ocean.

The sea is changeable.

I get it.

I am too.

I know that your sea legs are weary and long for more stable ground. You want a harbour to drop anchors and build a less transitional home.

I get it.

I love you too.

But I am so used to being unmoored that I can’t make promises. When you are with me I am safe. And when I am with you I am home. But there is whole ocean and she whispers to me; ‘A ship in the harbour is safe. But that’s not what ships are built for.’

 

via Daily Prompt: Unmoored

Qualm-ette

We stood on the edge of something so deep that you couldn’t see the bottom. I took his hand and stared down. “You really have no qualms about this?”

“No,” he said it quickly. How could he stand here without the sense of impending doom? “But I sense you might. A small qualm? A qualm-ette, perhaps?”

I looked back over the edge.

“We have no idea how this is going to end,” I said.

“I know.”

“The end might hurt.”

“It might. Or it might never come.”

I looked around at the slippery edge before the sheer drop. It was no wonder that so many people fell in. At least doing it this way gave us some kind of control.

“Alright,” I sighed. “Let’s go.”

He smiled, kissed me and hand in hand we jumped in to Love.

via Daily Prompt: Qualm