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Sorry about the wait

That distracted me from you

I should have known it all along

The reason I felt so blue


Under the City Lights

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The sun slowly sets over the New York skyline

Young love runs into the shadows

The criminals await their pivotal moment

To attack and steal the riches

Cats and dogs stake their claim of the smoky street

While the native rats scurry for a late night snack

The moon is shining down upon the nightlife

The nocturnal hour is alive and well

You’d better watch your back

Because it’s a dangerous world

When the monsters come out and feast upon the vulnerable

A joyride in the dark

Proves to be thrilling

Until tragedy strikes

Someone will go to jail, someone will elude it

It’s a city at dusk, go ahead and lose it


Fifth of July

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The rockets red glare
A smoky haze in the night
Celebrations commence

The sky, smoky sky
Burning bright behind
An earthly forest

Ignite the darkness
This nation a year older
The layers upon layers
Of blood, sweat, and tears

Hopes and dreams renewed
The gleam of the sword
Signifying mightiness
And strength of the united

Burn,  Layers



Take a look into the depths

Embrace, see the darkness

Peer into the misty storm

And see my reflections

My memories

My pensive look

Everything that is thought

Everything that is true

This is my inner soul

My inner demons unleashed

You will not regret this

For the power within is unbelievable

And the real version of me will engulf

That fabricated world I tried living in

Lost in thought

A loss for words



Your breath, the excursion

Feeling the air shift and flow

A quiet peace that moves

While parched leather skin

Slowly bakes in the sun

Imagined dreams

For the one

In Response to: Breath


If you let your secrets spill out

As easily as the morning milk

There will be nothing left to hide

And the edge of your former glory

It will go down in fiery flames


So keep some of those secrets

Locked in your mind

Just in case the person you confided in

Wasn’t exactly kind


Decoy Cake

You walk into your home to find a couple you don’t know sitting in your living room, eating a slice of cake. Tell us what happens next.

They’re eating one slice of cake together? Wouldn’t that be a little hard? I mean, this is one slice so it wouldn’t last very long among two people, definitely not long enough for me to get home from a long day at work and see them carefully savoring every morsel. This may be a newly wedded couple who have somehow drifted into my home (it’s always unlocked) and decided to get into the cake that was sitting in my fridge, reliving that sharing moment again. As is a tradition at weddings, the bride and groom get to eat the first piece of cake together.

Well, when I saw them on the couch, holding one plate of cake between them and looking satisfied with themselves, I most likely would be surprised at their appearance and ask who they are.

And the first words that come out the woman’s mouth are: French!

Yup, so I don’t understand her but her “husband” (it’s not implied if they are actually married) translates for me:

“We’re here to tell you something really important.”

“Oh, what could that be?”

“You seem to owe us something”

My expression turns to one of confusion:


“A lot of money”

“I do?”

The man pulls a gun out of his pocket – uh, oh.

“Yes. 20,000 to be exact.”

Holy – where did that come from? Did I make a bet with these people one day and then hit my head on something and black out? Cuz, I don’t remember twenty grand being on my list of to-dos.

“I think you’re making a mistake. I don’t remember owing anybody anything.”

“Think harder.”

I did. I racked my brains, clearing away all the clutter.

And then it hit me. I owe the government money for the loans I borrowed for college. I haven’t paid any of them off. These two are here to collect a debt, two representatives, two beat workers. But bringing a gun? What does he think I’m going to do, just hand over all of that money right now and forever hold my peace? Will he simply be okay with a minor payment? 50 dollars? Why do they need it all right now?

The cake was just a decoy. A conversation piece.

“You sure do…and you’ve got exactly hour to cough up the cash”.

And then I just stood there in silence, the once friendly looking lady now sporting a serious face like her counterpart. One hour? Are you kidding me?

“You may not leave the house – there are guards at the door.”

Wow, this just got a lot more intense. I’ve unknowingly entered my own game of psychological torture. They seem to be really serious but I can’t tell for sure. This might all be just a set-up. I’m on a TV show being pranked. They’re going to get me rifling through phone books and scrambling online for money all for nothing. But I could be wrong. I’m reminded of various horror movies involving these “game” scenarios, where the outcome is either life or death.

As for the rest of the story, well, it’s like those John Hancock commercials that have been going around. You’ll find out the rest online.

In Response to the Daily Prompt: Unexpected Guests