Day 168; 334 days of photos
Coreopsis 14 d
“Walk with me, my child.” James extended his arm to Juliah. She took it and he lead her out of the palace. They were outside in the garden before he spoke again. “Have you given any thought to if you fall in love with this man?” Juliah’s heart froze in her chest. The thought of love never crossed her mind. James patted her hand. “I’m not saying to not fall for this man. I’m saying you are human and it could happen.”
She stopped suddenly causing James to stop, “was mom a sex slave?”
James blushed, softly smiling. “No.”
“The only thoughts I’ve given toward love is Orion and that I don’t want what he’s got. Floria hates him. It wouldn’t surprise me one bit if she wouldn’t try to kill him someday.
James locked that comment in his heart.
“Is there a way to get him out of this?”
“None,” came James’ heavy sigh.
“Speculate with me, please.”
“What would be the point?”
“Dad, we have to help him. We have to get him out of this marriage.”
“My child, I want what is best for both of my children. Don’t you think if there was a way, I’d found it by now?”
She kissed him on the cheek, “yes, father.”
Day 167; 334 days of photos
Day 167, we’ve had it half way through the challenge. 🎉
Since I met you
I have done a very bad thing.
My heart has started to sing.
Is it love or lust,
that has made my heart wish to bust?
I have broken my golden rule.
To my heart I am being cruel.
I have developed feelings for someone I work with.
My mind can not break the myth
that such a relationship would be a strain.
Any emotion would be in vain.
When I was younger,
I made a terrible blunder.
My heart ran away with my head.
After all was over and said,
it was just a crush.
Puppy love in a teenage rush.
Just one event that made my teen years a living hell.
But on that issue I shall not dwell.
Around my heart I built a wall.
And swore to myself it would never fall.
To protect me from all whom would invade.
For a while my wall paid.
Over the year’s men have came and went.
To them my heart never bent.
My wall stood strong,
but now I fear it is gone.
Rubble is all that remains
weathering down to its original grains.
When first we met,
about you I did not fret.
Just another man to meet.
Along lives crazy streets.
As big as the university was,
we were just pieces of fuzz.
Thrown together by lives hurricane winds.
And soon apart it would send,
us down different paths.
To get pounded in the rains bath.
But more and more I saw of you.
Your girlfriend I got to meet too.
Nice person she seemed
Of you I did not dream.
Things have changed
You are now in my range.
No substance on Earth,
can create my walls rebirth.
To it a hammer you took.
As I was forced to sit and look.
But I must now turn my heart to stone,
and sing internal insults until you are gone.
My mind tells my heart,
by sending painful darts,
reminding me of why you and I shall never be.
And that from you I must flee.
But my feet have not seen the sun,
of my minds desire to run.
With my new stone heart,
I turned toward you, but you etched a chart,
cracking and breaking away the stone case.
Now leaving only the base.
A reminder of what I tried to do.
And the artwork you drew.
The darts no longer turn my heart cold.
But confuse my soul.
Teenage puppy love did not make me feel this way.
What I feel I cannot say.
Your voice rings bells in my ears.
And melts away all my fears.
I tried so to fight the way I feel.
However, each time I slip on the peel.
So alike; yet, different are we.
I must keep telling myself we will never be.
Your eyes through my soul burn.
For you my entire body yearns.
This game of love is new to me.
Through these ghastly webs I cannot see.
This game I know not how to play.
Upon my mind this situation weighs.
There is so much I have to lose.
Either way soon I have to choose.
Out of this do I make a big deal?
And tell him how I truly feel?
Or is this one of those things,
that in the future will bring,
regret, heartache, and pain.
From my first blunder did I not gain,
an ounce of knowledge
to contribute to my college?
My advice to friends,
is to bend.
Take the plunge,
lunge
head first into the pool.
Disregard every rule.
But my own advice I can not follow.
My own medicine I cannot swallow.
I must keep telling myself,
that in my life
there is no room left for a man.
He’s not part of my plan.
But for you I would rearrange my life.
Without any strife,
Therefore more reason I must create.
My heart I must sedate.
You’re all I can talk about.
Your name I wish to shout.
Marriage,
is a carriage,
I never saw myself attached to.
Until I met you
Pulling it side by side,
my old ideas about life have died.
Children were not on my mind.
To this issue I have become blind.
I can not wait to see you.
A knot in my throat starts to ensue.
What I want to say and what say,
are so different as night and day.
More reason I must sing,
only more confusion does it bring.
All of my life I have wanted to run.
My life I wanted to shun.
Turning away from the things I grew up on, in me, new seeds you have sown.
If going back means getting closer to you, then of my past I shall secrete clues,
have promised my heart,
promised from the start,
that I will place it’s bruised and battered flesh, in the softest mesh.
And encase it with an iron box.
So tight and strong not even a fox,
could con its way inside my new walls.
Never again will they fall.
Day 166; 334 days of photos
Coreopsis 14 c
Michael followed Juliah down more endless corridors. His stomach was on fire. He wanted to beg her not to torment him in such a manner. But he dared not speak. All of a sudden there lay before them a great room. There was a strip of red carpet in the center of a sea of white carpet.
“Look up,” she instructed.
Above them was a large diamond chandelier. He couldn’t stop staring at it. It was amazing. The only furniture in the room was two chairs on a platform. It was six or so inches from the floor. The chairs shined like gold and were cushioned with blue satin. As they walked down the red carpet toward the platform, he lowered his glance. A man entered but Michael didn’t raise his eyes to look at him. He sat in the first chair on the platform. Juliah curtsied while Michael knelt on one knee as he was instructed.
“What can I help you with my child?” This man had an authoritative but gentle voice. She walked up to the chair, kneeling before it.
“Father, today I am 22. You and I had an agreement.” She pointed to Michael. “Father this is Michael.”
Michael lowered his head even lower, and then raised it slightly. “Sire.”
“Stand!” the King commanded. He did as he was told. “Turn around.” When Michael’s back was turned, the King nodded at Juliah in agreement.
A short, slim man walked in, “Michael.” Juliah directed his attention to the guest. “This is Dr. Carter go with him and do what he says.” She was now standing beside the King.
When they left, the King spoke, “my child, is he really the one you want?”
“I think so, sire.”
“Does he meet your physical requirements? Is he tall enough?”
“He is only two inches taller than me. That’s just right.” She grinned.
“He has muscles.”
“Over his entire body.”
“He is blond.”
“Hmmm,” she moaned.
“He has dark skin. He almost looks like an islander.”
“Tanned to perfection with blue eyes.” She sighed. “But I will know more when Carter is finished.”
“Where did you find him?”
“Father, you would not believe me if I told you.”
“The dressmaker?” The King asked laughing.
Juliah was surprised. “How did you know? Oh, father I shall leave you now. Carter is to bring him to my chambers when he is finished.”
“Of course.” She gave her father a kiss then started to walk off. She stopped, turned toward him, “sire.” She fell to her knees, “am I to choose a husband tonight at the dance?”
The king rose, went to her side, and helped her up. “My child what made you ask that question?”
“I don’t want to be unhappy.”
“Where is this coming from?”
“Concern.” She sighed.
“Concern over what?” James was confused.
She frowned, “Father, Orion is so miserable. I want to be happy. I want to feel the joy of love.”
“What makes you think love is a joy?”
“You and mom.”
“Thank you child.” He smiled. “Orion has been duty bound since the day he was born.”
“Does that mean he’s going to have to be unhappy the rest of his life?”
“We will have to learn the answer to that question together.” He kissed her forehead. “Tonight is for your enjoyment.”
“Thank you father.” She kissed him and started to leave.
Day 165; 334 days of photos
What lies behind the eye?
What lies behind this eye?
Is it really a window to a soul?
Does it lay awake at night and cry?
Can you tell if inside it has a heart time stole?
Eye of blue but mostly gray,
what story could I make up about you today?
Are you a wild and carefree child?
Or do you live in fear of tomorrow?
I could speculate that you are mild,
and from the pages of someone’s story borrow,
but wouldn’t it be much more fun
to see what the world has done?
Eye of blue but mostly gray,
what do you have to say?
Day 164; 334 days of photos
It’s story time!
Your story or poem can be as long or as short as you want it to be. All four pieces below have to be used. Go wild.
The only thing is, you can’t kill your main character.
Post your work in the comments below. Feel free to tag and share.
Here are your story lines:
1 key that nobody else has
2 bumper sticker offers excellent advise
3 slow poke
4 oddities collector
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