A jokable concept

I miss you.

It’s nothing specific,
I can’t really name a reason
There’s nothing that makes me smile
Other then the melodic mornings
Dozy daydreams and secret laughter

It’s not like I miss you near
Because you were never here

I acknowledge that investment in anything
Beyond self-gratification was null
A jokable concept
Honestly, it was so funny that  I cried ’til I laughed

If anyone asks me, I’ll simply deny
No, just no-one that I used to know
Then inwardly sigh
Because,  you giant ass,
I do kinda miss you.

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Maybe

I despise the word desperate
Yet the scrabbly, bitey thoughts
Those that rattle

like rats in a rucksack

Offer no other bon mot in place

Unfortunately, desperation aside,
I’m afraid and dumbstruck,
The daemon stole my tongue –
so easily stolen – but …

~must you make me twitch ye perpetual devil?~
I’m trying to be serious so listen!
*ajuster ma couronne*

You’ve been like glue and I love you
What’s more, I’m astonished…
Undeserving.

For Sanity’s Sake
Would you please stop grinning
You mean old thing!
Playing peekaboo on the mirror’s edge

I still win.

You’re not getting a medal, you know,
For your torturous truth bombs



Perhaps, on further consideration, a Purple Heart
For braving teeth and tears,
Unflinchingly. Without judgement.

maybe

©MelanieMcCurdie2016

A Leprechaun Story by DaveyB

There was one night a creature was stirring.  Said stirring woke one ten year old boy up.   I went downstairs and I saw a green clad being muttering about a pot of gold.  I blinked but he didn’t disappear.  He just looked at me and hid under the table.  Then the sneaky imp said, “gee willikers!” in an Irish accent.  That is when I realized that I was looking at a leprechaun.

I let him sleep in the top bunk bed for the rest of the night.  To be honest, I forgot about the leprechaun until morning. I went to the top bunk to wake him but he was gone.  When I went downstairs he was making breakfast for us. Then it hit me.  I hadn’t introduced him to the family!

“Ummm…Leprechaun I -“

“Call me Patrick,” said the leprechaun.

“Okay Pat, I need to introduce you to my family.”

Pat said, “Okay.”

8:30 am  Sam woke up

“Hey bro! Want to go to the …”

He was stunned by what he was seeing.  All of our favourite breakfasts laid out the table! Sam congratulated me on making breakfast on my own.

“Seriously bro, I’m impressed!” Sam said, patting me on the back when Pat blurted, “Ello there!” and I said, “Sam, don’t freak o -” but Sam freaked out.  Soon the whole family was downstairs and confused.   “Okay I have no idea where Pat came from but he told me he needs a potion to get back to his realm,” I said, “here are some things he needs. Soap, any kind of carbonated drink, leopard gecko dung, and dog hair. Sam! Get the soap!  Dad get the dung! Mom, get Maggie’s hair and I’ll get the pop.”

“That was easy!” I said and Pat responded with, “Now we need a disposable cauldron or something…”  and I shouted, “Dad! Get a pot!”

Pat stirred the pot a while then he yelled, “Okay I”m done!  Thank you for your hospitality!”

“Bye Pat!” I called and Pat called back, “Au Revoir!” as he hopped into the portal.  And I never saw Pat again.

The End.

Written by DaveyB

Age 10 years

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naked bones

Lay like bones
Lying in white wearing my shroud
With my tired eyes closed
Practicing for death
Without the commitment
Crackling bubbles, my watery grave
I still can’t breathe,
But stay here anyway
Where I’m finally warm
My solitude is enjoyable but
I wish for company
I could sleep soon
Safe in your arms,
If you were here
I could rest, maybe, unafraid
Happily in Your grasp
I could be infinitely free
If I knew how to be
Who am I, anyway?
I’ve forgotten or that person has vanished
She’s been gone so long but I miss her
She’s the key, Emotion’s voice
And her Siren songs are raw and real
All because she loves you

©MelanieMcCurdie201