“If you shoot an arrow and it goes real high … hooray for you”
-Dorian Corey
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
“If you shoot an arrow and it goes real high … hooray for you”
-Dorian Corey
Why is everything so fucking bleak with you
He said
Why can’t you just stop moping around
For my melancholy is lifelong
She said
And no cure can be found
There’s really no point anymore
Now that joy seems so out of reach
It’s better to go now, than to linger
And to practice what I preach
Pretending gets tiring
After a while
So in the end you stop
With no cylinders left firing
And an inibility to smile
It’s back up to that rooftop
Well that’s me back
In the doldrums again
Months of progress
Down the drain
I can no longer be bothered
With any motivation to find
For it’s clear now nothing will fix
This fragile mind of mine
The rain
May well
Have passed
She said
But sadly
So has
My prime
I pride myself on my planning
I write lists day after day
I schedule my time wisely
So that nothing gets in the way
I prepare for every eventuality
Without a pause for breath
But the one thing I didn’t account for
Was your untimely death
Xxx
If all roads lead to hell
Then let me out of the car
As I’m looking for salvation
And I’ve already come too far
Isn’t it just amazing
What reading aloud can do
How through someone else’s voice
Your story can feel all the more true
I’m honoured you picked this piece, my friend,
And have given it life anew
I may well have written the words
But here the credit belongs to you
A huge thanks to Matt Snyder of https://aprolicicpotpourri.art/
https://anchor.fm/matt-david-snyder/embed/episodes/The-Bakery-Aisle-ev39s1 A short story about love by my favorite writer/collaborator friend from Northern Scotland, Little Charmer.
Short Story Saturday: The Bakery Aisle
New friends
Old friends
Friends I’ve yet to meet
I hope and pray
One day you’ll say
That I was right up your street
‘A man can tell a thousand lies
I’ve learned my lesson well…’
‘I am a man more sinned against than sinning.’
King Lear: Act III, Scene II
There was a naughty boy
And that naughty boy was you
So now you’re a man
Don’t think that you can
All of your bad deeds undo
Why the fuck did we start this
He said
When we knew it would have to end
I guess now we’re no longer lovers
She said
We can never be friends
I may have
A long life left
But what use is it
Without any light
For all of my fire
Has been douted
Ever since
That awful night
It’s only when you lie
I find
That my pain goes away
But when you tell the truth
I find
I don’t know what to say
To not know
Who to trust
Certainly fucking hurts
But to be unsure
Of ones own self
Is infinitely worse
If the choice
Is to go hard
Or go home
I know
Where I’m headed
I didn’t consider
Killing myself today
So that has to be a plus
I did, however,
Consider killing you
So there’s still issues
To discuss
We left it all
At La Belle Aurore
So we needn’t say
Any more
I do not come here
Every week
Looking for praise or reward
For I don’t deserve
Any of those things
Of that I have been assured
I’m finally closing the curtains
In the windows of my mind
Another bleeding heart
With wisdom left to impart
You will have to find
‘Thou Shalt Think For Yourselves’
It’s fun
While it lasts
Then you go home
Embarrassed