Done — A 100 word story

There sat the toddler, her large dark-brown eyes crying silently from behind the heavy weave of cobwebs. How long it must have taken for those webs to have been wove one could only guess. Still, there she sat amidst the webs, inches of dust about the room. Her cheeks, pink hued as if she had just come in from the summer sun.

“It is our nature,” a dark and graveled voice spoke slowly, “which permits us to violate all probability.”

“The hunt, Sir, is yours.”

A blade erupted from his chest.

“Well done, Sir,” sounded the voice through the gathering darkness.

Amphritite

Amphritite, wife to Poseidon, like the sea

Very warmly She will embrace you

Very much like the curves and lines of her body,

Very much her eyes reflect the sky

Very much, she is like the sea

She gets inside and finds your heart
Every little chink and crack is forced apart

The waves crash without ceasing, without mercy

The warmth is gone and the harbor is cold
Without warning, the moment is gone, the storm has come

Enraptured, you are, like a school boy
Sustaining you with love and life
Heaving with you and rising with pleasure and joy
At one moment she is warm, welcoming rolling
She is just as temperamental and quick to change as the seas

He thinks that he has won
In vain attempts to tame, to control, to prevail
In vessels of wood or steel he sets sail
It is arrogance of any to think that she
can be conquered in any sense of the word

Mysteries to entwine and confound a man
Paradoxes which men will never solve
nor see nor even hope to understand
Beneath her breast beats an enigmatic heart
Her eyes reflect the breadth of the skies and depth of oceans

Powerful, unstoppable and unrelenting
She moves, swells, rhythmically, alluringly, seductively
There is always so much more to her than man
will ever know or see
This woman is very much like the sea

Wolves

Two Wolves

There are two

wolves

One wolf stands

and growls

One wolf stalks

unseen.

Each wolf does

its part

Both working

together

Though appearing

apart

She is Like the Sea

A woman is very much like the sea
There is always so much more to her than man
will ever know or see
She moves and swells rhythmically, alluringly, seductively
Powerfully unstoppable and unrelenting

In her eye is reflected the breadth of the skies
and the depth of the oceans
Within those depths are mysteries which men will
never see or even hope to understand
Mysteries to entwine and confound a man

It is purely arrogance of man to think that either
can be conquered in any sense of the word
In vessels of wood, steel, and other fiber he sets sail
In vain attempts to tame, to control, to prevail
He thinks that he has won

She is just as temperamental and quick to change as the seas
At one moment she is warm, welcoming rolling
Heaving with you and rising with pleasure and joy
Sustaining you with love and life
Enraptured, you are, like a school boy

Without warning, the moment is gone, the storm has come
The warmth is gone and the harbor is cold
The waves crash without ceasing, without mercy
Every little chink and crack is forced apart
She gets inside and finds your heart


Very much, she is like the sea
Very much her eyes reflect the sky

Very much like the curves and lines of her body
With a strong and steady hand, with respect
She will embrace you, this woman, like the sea

(C) Marc Trepanier 2016

Love unspoken
A heart forever broken

A line not crossed
Never to give love's token

One to be saved
Passion's depth, never spoken

One heart is lost
Love forever unspoken

'Neath waves of tears
Quiet screams of anguish hushed

Strangled for years
The life of this love to crush

Dark life to fears
Given to a Dark Heart's rush

So many tears
Shed for love unrequited

Withholding all
Preventing one heart's delight

Internal squall
Grows and rages in the night

Protecting love
Keeping the beast locked from sight


Destroying all



(C) Marc Trepanier 2016
Image Information https://jasongoodnight.com/2010/09/22/my-heart-is-black-a-rant/ 
 

Falling

Falling
Silently
Relentlessly
Unceasingly 
Darkness falls
Cold, hard walls
Made of stone
Aching heart
Left alone
Inside
Falling apart
Crumbling
Tumbling 
Decaying
No words
Worth saying
Just delaying
Parts playing
Lies saying
All decaying
Rotting
Crumbling
Decaying
Wasting away
To dust 
To rust
Crumbling crust
No sarcophagus 
Just the body 
The heart
Rent apart
In the dark
Bones Cracking
Tendons Tearing
Muscles Shredding 
To pieces 
No relief
No respite 
No release
From this pain

Wracked over         

And Over

And Over

And again
In agony
Torturous 
Afflicted
Broken will
No avail 
Relentless Infliction 
Inciting 
Causing 
A brand new
Betrayal 


A blitz poem

(C) Marcel Trepanier 2016

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