After the Fall

Buffalo Center Terminal

Image source

On a deadly breeze

Blow the dreams of yesterday

Tomorrow is lost

~Lily~

 

Notes:

I was looking for inspiration to start a new story. I found these two prompts, and I think I may have my beginning. I guess America is great again--great for inspiring post-Apocalyptic fiction, that is. We are living in the horrible dystopian future.

The Great State

The following poem inspired by the article linked below, which is also the source of this image

http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2017/03/16/how-trumpcare-will-crush-millennials-and-their-boomer-parents.html?via=desktop&source=facebook

On a splendid day

In the nation that was great again

The homeless and jobless milled about hopelessly

As the sun shone sickly through the pollution

The ill and infirm 

Curled up in a cozy alley to die

While skinny stray dogs and cats

Chewed on the remains

Of those whose struggling families

Could not afford to bury them

~Cie~

De Agony of De Feet

The work I do isn't in vain

But I still need to complain

My feet are always in pain

The constant aching is really a drain

On body and sole and brain

~Cie~

(Suffering from plantar fascitis)

Prompt Used:

https://patriciasplace.me/2017/02/12/hard-work/

Rotten To the Core

Your Big Secret: No Heart

Copyright Lori Nelson

His look was sleek, his presentation suave

His soul contaminated by crudelis

Each time she gave her heart he would slam it down

But one day she was nowhere to be found

He missed her fawning and came crawling

"You don't know what I look like when I'm not in love with you," she said. "Well, take a good look now."

~Cie~

Prompts Used:

http://dailytextprompt.tumblr.com/post/156515931746/29117

http://hourlywritingprompts.tumblr.com/post/156521897094/writing-prompt

http://mysexysaturday.blogspot.com/2017/01/sexy-about-town-mysexysaturday.html

http://victoriousvocabulary.tumblr.com/post/156522114391/crudelis-adjective-1-unfeeling-rude-2

http://wnq-writers.com/post/156519190085/you-dont-know-what-i-look-like-when-im-not-in

http://writeodome.tumblr.com/post/156517918414/prompt-12717

How to say "writher"! (High Quality Voices)

Three Leaved: A Cautionary Tale

While hiking in the woods that fateful eve

Our heroine needed to be relieved

Behind a tree her goal was achieved

To be followed by misery she'd not have believed

Thanks to the devil three-leaved

~Cie~

True story, Folks.

Prompt used:

Five Lines or Less

https://patriciasplace.me/2017/01/16/oh-so-relieved/

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Young face

Old soul

Sad eyes even when smiling

Sometimes it seems as if you knew

You would never really grow old

Sometimes you hid your broken heart

Behind a mask of silliness

You really never let anyone in

You were a gift to this world

We didn't deserve you

I'm sorry for what has happened 

I wish I could right what went wrong

You deserve better

Love,

Cie

Dementia destroys beautiful minds

For Malcolm Young

born 6 January 1953