It's Too Sweet

I heard about the best
apple pie in town.
Nobody makes it
like they make it
he said.
So I stood
in line and waited
my turn.
Every three minutes
the line moved up
One. Two. Three.
I was next when I
let a girl
cut in front of me.
I have somewhere to be
she said.
I took a step back
she squeezed in.
One. Two. Three.
I'll have one apple pie
please. My chance was
finally here.
The baker looked at me.
Sorry, sold out. She got the
last one.

One Week

Merry Christmas Everyone!

My friend and I have started a sort of challenge for ourselves. We are going to sit down and write everyday even if it's just a couple of sentences for a week. I know that isn't very long, but the idea is to keep going after that. I will try to post my progress everyday.

Think we can do it?

Here it goes!

The Last Single Girl

First time lover

With harm in her

Bed, the taste

Of Jameson

On her tongue. Shadows

Dance on her bedroom

Walls as she takes one

Last sip, giving permission.

Street lights peek in the windows

Taunting her.

Five in the morning

And the night is just beginning.

She flirts with sin and

Begs for fire.

And as she touches

Temptation, the darkness

Breaks

Leaving room

For the sun to breathe again.

July Nights

If I could

stop time

I would

 

make the dew

freeze

on flower petals

 

and the

stream from

jets stay

in the sky.

 

I'd keep

the rain

constant

 

and the waters

calm.

 

Birthdays would

last forever,

 

I do's

wouldn't become

I don'ts

 

and funerals

would never happen.

 

If I could

stop time 

 

I'd stop it

right here

in this moment

when 

I am with you.