GRÅSKY

Like a hot air balloon
you rose, silently

Drifted away
along the lightest wind

I lay in rain and storm
anchored to the ground

Saw tough and taut
the connecting line

A message in a bottle
arrived from afar

The paper withered
it had your writing

I looked up in surprise
pulled the line in the sky

It dissolved into dust
and fell like snowflakes

I stand here still
staring into the void

In the cold shower of the past

This is my entry for the Short Story Slam Week 1

Write Hard Award - awarded by Bluebell Books

I hear a gasp
and smell the blood
a warm and liquid fume

My nostrils creamy
with the sense
my neurons suddenly bloom

Where am I now
I think to myself
realizing I´m on the ground

The concrete hard
against my face
that no longer seems so round

I notice tree tops
hovering
as if part of the sky

I fly above
and see myself
on the road about to die

A sense of wonder
spread throughout
my body feels so cold

A sudden shake
and lights are out
I let the end unfold

This is my entry for the Short Story Slam 3

Write Hard Award - awarded by Bluebell Books

Long did I sail
under a blackening sky
a ship in stormy waters
on the gloomy sea inside

One night the wind raged
foamy nails speared the hull
I prepared for my fall
breathed my final mouthful

The ship about to break
thunder gave its final roar
light ignited the sea
and a vision there on board

On top the winds do rule
causing monstrous waves that drown
but deep where no light shines
there is stillness and calm ground

I threw an anchor of light
at the bottomless pit of blue
and followed it down where
I peace and wisdom could pursue

On my way down that night
I met creatures from the past
but seeing them up close
they no longer struck me so aghast

At the deepest depths I found
a tranquil space called Home
although water still here flow
no more wild currents roam

This is my entry for the Short Story Slam Week 4

Week 5 Short Story Slam Writing Challenge Achievement Award - awarded by Bluebell Books

Little girl
there is no scare
open your heart
be brave and dare

Look under your bed
no ghost are hiding
its all in your mind
and peoples writing

From soil we came
no mystery involved
to be your fullest
you need be resolved

Look with our eyes
think with your head
make your own mind
instead of whats said

Sadness will come
to you one day
but don´t let it harden
or lead you astray

As many hurts
and sorrows exist
even greater love
there is

Nothing lasts
but nothing is lost
keep that in mind
when you feel exhaust

In you I trust
our future to create
a far better place
without all the hate

With you the sun
will rise and shine
if so you chose
to compassion assign

It´s all in your hands
little girl

To Smilla - and it also my entry for the Short Story Slam Week 5

The Powerful Writer For Children Award - awarded by Bluebell Books

I smell the feces
and blood in the dust

Revisit the gore
of my lady of lust

She came in the way
of gun shots that day

Took a bullet in the head
and dead she lay

I loved her hair
her green eyes shimmer

A death by my hand
couldn´t be any grimmer

Her skin so sweet
her blossom petite

Now rots at the ground
before my feet

This is my entry for the Short Story Slam Week 2

Week 5 Short Story Slam Writing Challenge Achievement Award - awarded by Bluebell Books

I can scream no more
the air is used up
I can hardly even cry
the tears won´t reach the top

I am left with only sadness
a realization so raw
that nothing will go back
to how it was before

Many years we lived together
a friendship beyond compare
The world we travelled thin
and intimate times we shared

I kept asking you back then
“please tell me this will never end”
but such promise can not be kept
unless we always share intend

To You, the love of my life
I made some cruel mistakes
Time and words flew past
and it became too late

I had hoped to try again
and believed our love could win
but someone else entered your heart
and dedication to me wore thin

There is nothing I can do
your world has move beyond
that of mine which is still here
and I feel so all alone

I feel so all alone

Where does the ghost run
when scared out of her shell?

With a rocket at light speed
a place no one can tell

Deep in space
a black white scene

A planet rotating
nothing smells green

Old habits rule here
a welcome numbness greets

A sanctuary for the darkness
that whirls in the streets

It is a sad location
and left for a reason

From the ghost the ghost town
was expelled due to treason

But yet always present
the misty fog once called home

A place of false comfort
but here -at least- she never feels alone

Head full of fog
voice like a frog
dry eyes squinting at the sun

Breathing black smoke
sniffing white coke
two legs alone in king bed

An hour tranquil
a hot bath to chill
for a moment the heart feels warm

Then back in the game
every day is the same
Tomorrow, who knows, the end?