Cafe Days

Rhythms and beats

pulse and play

in her ears as she tunes

out

the world

which moves and changes

around her

Umber eyes

closed and hidden

from the ever watching

stares

looks and glances

that attempt

to penetrate

She stays

strong and ignorant

to the whispers and 

awestruck faces,

dark waves bop 

and bounce along

with the various music

that plays in her earbuds

fingers dance

and type quickly

the poetry piece

or prose

that will appear

some days the piece

will only

take minutes to complete

other days she'll spend

hours in contemplation

to find the words to share

the ice melts

or the warmth settles

and grows cold

on the longer days

but she perseveres 

-ADF

Smiles of Kindness

As she walked past, the flowers bloomed on their own bright, vibrant colors. He watched her from a far, as the wind blew her honey-brown locks. She smiled as she caught his dark gaze, he returned the grin his heart warmed from her kindness. -ADF (04/17/2017)

I wrote this piece last week as a three sentence story, and it easily could be formatted to be it's own poem. If you haven't guessed or didn't know, I'm obsessed with Greek Mythology, a lot of my poems are based on Greek Mythology. This one centers around Hades and Persephone, I have written quite a few about their story. If you want more of Hades and Persephone or other Greek Mythology Gods or Heroes let me know.

Barely Awake

Sleep calls to me, as I strain to keep my eyes open. Dark lashes flutter open briefly, but fall close quickly. Grogginess enters the senses as I wake up for a small amount of time. -ADF

Cold

Cold

chills run up and down

my spine, through my blades

you seep into my bones

both new and old

through soft, smooth

aged, wrinkled

You are always there,

my friend from birth

to my death.

I feel you, every season

every year, every day

as I age and gray

you are constant

you're with me and will

stay

I can not shake you off,

or remove you.

You've sunk into

my bones, and have

imprinted yourself

into my mind, body,

and soul

Never leaving, yet

ever changing

-ADF 02/24/15*

*Slight changes have made from the original poem to this iteration.

Classroom Flirtations

As he met her gaze, from across the room, her cheeks flushed a rose pink. She averted a gaze and looked down at her desk, but sneakily glanced back at him to see he was still watching her. A soft smile grew on her face before she gestured her head with a raised eyebrow to the front of the classroom; he turned his attention to their teacher with a soft pout.

-ADF
This was a three sentence short story, I'll be doing some of these as well. They're quick and fun to write, also they can be challenging.

Drowning

Soothing me in cold embrace, I relax. Soft gentle waves move me back and forth. Muffled sounds encompass my still form. Eyes closed, I slowly sank into the embrace of the waves. Drifting, dozing, in a daze

Slowly, lungs filling with blood and water. There was no escape, she fought and reached for the surface. Darkness encroached, eating away the light. The pale corpse frozen and lifeless, eyes open in terror. An obsidian halo surrounded her as her corpse stared straight ahead.

-ADF

Anger and Concern

A loud bang, rang through the office, Amy jumped at the sound. She searched the room to see an angry thirteen year old stomped out of the grandfather clock. 

"Damien," she hesitantly called out. "What's wrong?" She stood from her seat, and stopped her step son.

The black haired boy growled at Amelia. He didn't answer, he instead stepped around Amy and stormed out of the room.

Concerned eyes followed him, as he left. Amy turned to meet Bruce's blue gaze. "What happened?" She asked her husband softly.

-fin

(So, this month might also be drabbles, not just poems. But I will primarily feature poetry this month. And I switched back to the old format. The new one just wasn't working for me. I may, eventually move back to that format.)

Song of Waiting

fingers tap

in a rhythmic pattern

hearing the silent

sweet melody

a foot bounces

up, down, up, down

drumming along

the music pounds and beats

long dark locks

sway and snap, left and right

obsidian dances

in wild, fluid movements

as the tapping continues

time passes

fast quick speedily

slow sluggish

anxiousness slowly creeps

munches and sinks

into the stomach

an ache forms

eating away the peace

serenity

any and all 

soothing thoughts

Too Tired

Sleep embraced her

Held her in a warm hug

Dark lashes fluttered

in quick blinks to stay awake

Sleep whispered sweet lullaby's

with a delicate voice in her ear

She drifted and dozed

in a hazy daze

-ADF

Night Star (Originally Titled Star Bright)

twinkling brightly against the obsidian

small and infinitely unseen

each unique and unknown but many

wonder

what they look like

what do their stories tell us

are we truly alone?

-ADF (01/23/15)

This was a piece I wrote a few years ago, hence the date next to my signature. If I post a previous piece and have a date, I will post it at the end.

Empty

tick-tock

the clock sounds aloud

to the quiet empty room

an echo of the pretty brunette

who once

yes once

resided in this same room

gone were the days of laughter

smiles, sunshine, and warmth

the clock now struck

tick tock

in longing

-ADF