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HollyDays

Japan

Hopelessly addicted to metaphors!
Constantly daydreaming.
Is very desperate for a daily, three-hour English grammar lesson.
Resorts to poetry for (in)sanity.
Usually writes when reality gets too hard to breathe in.

Happy Autumn!

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I wish you all daily happiness...

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Don't forget to go over that manuscript once, or twice, or fifteen more times!

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I carry you with me into the world,
into the smell of rain
& the words that dance between people
& for me, it will always be this way,
walking in the light,
remembering being alive together”
― Brian Andreas

(I love this and the smell of rain.)

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​The Falcon's Flight

PROMPT: Birdsong

Sweep and zing—Falcon snatches
squealing prey, swept away, eagle zips
 
through high skies, and searing sunlight blinds—
Falcon lands— nest scratches, rustles, and what scuttles inside:

soon to be fierce hunters, in their first homes squack
and hack—prey slips off Falcon's claws

and beaks snap-shuts, a drip-drop, 
blood-stained earth. Once more, Falcon flies—
 
wingfeathers, featherblades, skyhunters— Falcon 
dives—starshooter, jetstreamer, faster, faster

Falcon's cry cackles, wrangles, untangles
with prey soaring, snapping, beating winds—

Falcon screeling, trilling, thrilling
thunderstorming into hushed caves, zooming back 

outside to scalding, buzzing, amber fields, 
and deep red horizon.

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To You, Always

PROMPT: On the Last Day of the World

Today, the big blue sky caves in.
But it's still just as beautiful.

But you should know that I did care.
And I should have written you a second letter.

It's never too late for that.

It's never too late for that.




 

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Into The World

PROMPT: Flash Autobiography

 When I first touched snow, it was midnight in the middle of nowhere.
 The ride there was probably what I liked second best. It was hours away from home, but the first time I saw snow was in the car. It was late noon on the same day and the very moment we emerged from the tunnel, the snow hit the windshield. I was the only child in the car and three grown-ups turned their heads to me at the...

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Sweetie

PROMPT: Dialogue Dexterity

 "You're more than welcome to drive me insane," I cooed to her. I leaned over her crib and reached for her tiny hands.
 "I remember saying the same thing when you were just as small as she is," Mom said from the couch behind me.
 I stood up straight and began rocking the crib.
 I have only fifteen day's worth of experience as a mother, but the process was nothing but pleasant. Quite contrary to what Mom always talked about....

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Birdsong

​The Falcon's Flight

Sweep and zing—Falcon snatches
squealing prey, swept away, eagle zips
 
through high skies, and searing sunlight blinds—
Falcon lands— nest scratches, rustles, and what scuttles inside:

soon to be fierce hunters, in their first homes squack
and hack—prey slips off Falcon's claws

and beaks snap-shuts, a drip-drop, 
blood-stained earth. Once more, Falcon flies—
 
wingfeathers, featherblades, skyhunters— Falcon 
dives—starshooter, jetstreamer, faster, faster

Falcon's cry cackles, wrangles, untangles
with prey soaring, snapping, beating winds—

Falcon screeling, trilling, thrilling
thunderstorming into hushed caves, zooming back 

outside to scalding, buzzing, amber fields, 
and deep red horizon.

On the Last Day of the World

To You, Always

Today, the big blue sky caves in.
But it's still just as beautiful.

But you should know that I did care.
And I should have written you a second letter.

It's never too late for that.

It's never too late for that.




 

Flash Autobiography

Into The World

 When I first touched snow, it was midnight in the middle of nowhere.
 The ride there was probably what I liked second best. It was hours away from home, but the first time I saw snow was in the car. It was late noon on the same day and the very moment we emerged from the tunnel, the snow hit the windshield. I was the only child in the car and three grown-ups turned their heads to me at the same time. Mom nudged me and said, "Well? It's snow."
 I remember she whispered afterward, "Pretend to be excited."
 But the spot itself was gorgeous. I forgot about the racoon we almost hit on the way.
 There was a lampost, illuminating the thick bed of snow so that it shone blue. There was a bench, too, caked in snow. The memory is blurry, but I remember every single speck of snow descending upon my face as I made my first...

Dialogue Dexterity

Sweetie

 "You're more than welcome to drive me insane," I cooed to her. I leaned over her crib and reached for her tiny hands.
 "I remember saying the same thing when you were just as small as she is," Mom said from the couch behind me.
 I stood up straight and began rocking the crib.
 I have only fifteen day's worth of experience as a mother, but the process was nothing but pleasant. Quite contrary to what Mom always talked about. I wasn't any different at first, a baby who always smiled, but after a good year of pampering, came the tantrums. She guaranteed that I cried from the moment the sun settles down until the clock chimes midnight.  Sometimes she would get other family members to take care of me when I cried, and when they do, they always come up with an excuse just so they don't have to deal with my crying. But a little money could always...

Flash Fiction Competition

Backyard Games: A Split Second Before Commencement

 "The first one to touch the sky wins!"
 
Thus came the most ridiculous backyard game in history.
 
 Then we'll discover you couldn't be Jill from the beanstalk. 

 And a time will come when I'll outgrow our nursery rhyme, haunted by the tune, extended by my mind, narrating what really happened, all without forgetting.
 Your words will damn me to a lifetime of mountain climbing and not even the sun-soaring peak will grant me a shadow of your sillhouette. 
  
 The End.


 "This is a bad idea."

 "Oh Jack, you worry too much. It's just a tree. It's gonna be fine."
 

Flash Fiction Competition

Backyard Games: A Split Second Before Commencement

 The first one to touch the sky wins.
 Thus came the most ridiculous backyard game in history.
 Your words damned me to a lifetime of mountain climbing.

 Bearing the thought that if I climbed high enough I'd catch a glimpse of your silhoutte hiding amidst the clouds.
 Forgive me. But I'm not Jack from the Beanstalk. I can't touch the clouds, I can't fight giants. Jill, you tumbled too soon. For once, you've got me beat. 

 Ground before sky, after all.

 Or maybe I was hoping for a slip of the hand. 

 Jack lost his ground, he's falling down—

Heaven Knows

Heaven knows I'll die without her

Did I really frighten you so?
You may have been right to run away.
For I might only have loved you
because of an arrow.

And I hope this wasn't my nature.
I'd have a barehanded wrestle with Python,
and he'd curse me with his venom.
But Cupid's arrows hold a different burning poison.

Plagues I'd cast upon myself,
condemn me to Tartarus,
and I'd give away to a sheperd
my prized throne in Olympus.


Heaven knows I'll live forever

Hoping I'd known you'll be my greatest treasure
between the sun, my golden hair, 
the heart-wrenching plagues,
and the sweetest tunes that hides in my lyre.

Never will I forget your tinted fingers,
I'll only sing my songs to you.
And remember how, because of me,
your last moments were spent in terror.

Eternally, you now stand,
a symbol of victory.
And forever will you remind the world,
your victory over me.

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A Wish For A Rainy Day

 A lad struck a matchstick against the surface of a boulder, igniting it. Unlike random matchsticks, rain might earn him a quarter or two. With sagging shoulders, he flicked the fire into the lake. 
 Mother will be mad again.
 And like most days, he went home, barefoot and empty-handed.

Whiteout

When chilly days come to visit,
and the fireplace's warmth don't seem to suffice,
you'll take my hand, and say with glowing eyes,
"Come, and let's go play in the ice!"

When the wind blows your scarf,
and you'd chase your blown-away beanie,
I'd watch you fight the heaps of snow,
and hear your happy squealing.

Your sneezes freeze in mid-air,
and snowflakes catch your blinks.
And the chime of church bells,
I sometimes seem to hear.

And your cries will clear the world around us,
a better job than blizzards,
to make such powerful whiteouts,
that go on for hours and hours.

And as I watch you walk down that aisle,
no doubt you will be
the most beautiful whiteout
I've ever seen.

Blue Dragonfly

Your name means vast, majestic Blue.
Which shade, I'm still quite unassured.
But when the sky is happy,
all I see is you.


Blue is for the ocean,
beyond the seashore.
It holds so much life,
but you'll gain so much more.


The sound of your voice,
getting deeper over time.
It leaves me in peace,
getting scarcer all the while.


Your presence is blue,
as enchanting as its moon.
Say goodbye for one more day,
I might see you soon.


Blue is for forget-me-nots,
so I'll forget you never.
Your smile's the reflection
of light underwater.


You've left me blue, 
and will do it again,
for as long as you need, 
to get out of that shell.


Now cloudy days do,
much like summer skies,
a damn great job
to remind me of you.

Songwriting Competition

Point B

I grew up to this world
with the mindset of a toddler
Laugh, love, and live
Find my happily ever after
And they said to that brown-eyed doll:
To go to school, get to college.
It's worth more than
street-smart knowledge

All it took was a brand new home,
and a brand new friend
Who knew me more than me
She called my plans for my life story:
The typical A-to-Z
One big sip of grape juice
And she said, "Honey..."

Chorus

Don't you know...
It's a long way down that aisle
And there's no highway to the sky
You'll have to walk on grass
walk on glass
walk in glass slippers
You'll find me there, don't worry
But right now you should be busy
Busy looking for Point B

So I'll ride a horse sidesaddle
Wear skinny jeans to battle
Douse my face in blush and powder
Looked in the mirror,
"I don't know her."
Try out something new
I...

Songwriting Competition

Point B

I grew up to this world
with the mindset of a toddler
Laugh, love, and live
Find my happily ever after
And they said to that brown-eyed doll:
To go to school, to get to college.
That it's worth more than
street-smart knowledge

All it took was a brand new home,
and a brand new friend
Who knew me more than me
She called my plans for my life story:
The typical A-to-Z
One big sip of grape juice
And she said, "Honey..."

Chorus

Don't you know...
It's a long way down that aisle
And there's no highway to the sky
You'll have to walk on grass
walk on glass
walk in glass slippers
You'll find me there, don't worry
But right now you should be busy
Busy looking for Point B

So I'll ride a horse sidesaddle
Wear skinny jeans to battle
Douse my face in blush and powder
Looked in the mirror,
"I don't know her."
Try out something...

Egret

Smile for me, Egret.
 Show me your face.
Sunlight you've kissed, Egret.
 Heaven embraced

Don't drop your curled leaves
 Pray all the time
One last chance, Egret.
 Kiss me goodbye.

Show your voice, Egret.
 Even a lie.
Scar my own, Egret.
 This time, tell me why.

My little secret:
 You've kept me alive.
You left me, Egret,
 that day I died.     
 

A Legacy's Origin

His lips a rose-red garden 
she's tended to by daybreak.
Her touch a lifetime's worth of dews,
and kept his dreams awake.

She's the plague's first victim,
and he's the breakneck quarry.
He plays the first act,
she's forever the finale.

Seasons wrote their chapters—
hair strawberry to silver.
Come steeples of razors,
whispers remembered and withered.

And so it became,
he was the moonlight,
she was the rain,
I am the smell of earth they made.

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