Just Different (Jorio)

They claimed him useless

Talentless, a closed book

Head and heart objected

Now different is good

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50 Word Stories – Shadowed

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There are shadows, they lay in strips like a black, trellis fence at acute angles to the world and all it contains. They simmer like sardines in a pan stinking up the place without any thought for others. But they are the others? I’m the odd one out. Thank God!

50 Word Stories: These Golden Dawns

50 Word Stories: These Golden Dawns

Something about a winter sunrise stirred my soul, coated it in liquid gold, a protective cocoon that only angels enjoyed. Everyone got the summer dawns but not the winter. Timing was everything. Solitude essential. One had to just get up and relish them. And I have. And I will again. 

The Coliseum  


These coliseum cliffs encroach

In staggering circles

Exits barred, crowds cheering

Lions licking lips

When bothering to look

The sand beneath my feet

Deep, a smothering quicksand 

Of crushed bones, stolen dreams

A brutal dispersement of truths

Backed by force

And as I look high to tempestuous skies

I realise

There is no leaving this place

I’m trapped 

There is no leaving this place

I’m me for ever

Unpicking 


Unpicking

Just falling apart at the seams

Life lived in corners

With words and night

Quiet and still

Living in dreamworlds

Whilst exterior dreams die

The leaves on the big tree

Watching me crumble

Like pie crusts on sky

Retreat, they say

Block it all away

And I do

But it won’t 

As the laughter builds

From everywhere but me

Great raucous outbursts

Of finger-pointing derision 

As the threads break

Buttons pop

Heart stops

Tears fall

Unpicking

Just falling apart at the seams?

No!

They picked the wrong man


Who Stole My Stripe?

Alternate Title: Richard! What Are You Doing?

As many of you know, I'm a simple guy. I take great delight in often very basic things and express little joy over such monumental purchases as cars, houses and their ilk. In true Yorkshire fashion, 'I like what I like'. So, you can imagine my delight at buying a toothpaste consisting of three coloured stripes: blue; white; green. I'd never had that combination before.
I started using said toothpaste a week ago. Blue and white were the colours that squeezed from that tempting tube; green failed to emerge. I put it down to how it was filled, and though bitterly disappointed realised I would someday soon achieve my three-striped dream. It did not come. I was less than pleased.
This morning I could take no more!
Now, before my rant unfolds, I should also tell you this. I am quite robotic. I do things in certain ways and enjoy the repetition. Towels will always be folded the same way, food packed in cupboards in a set fashion; my timing of getting up, going for a run and other similar events are always the same; if I bash myself, I'll do exactly the same thing again within minutes, and the list goes on. It's just the way I am. If let's say, my wife, should move something even a yard from where it should be, I'm lost in an ocean of confusion. This happens regularly. I just can't help it.
Back to my rant.
I squeezed in anticipation, my tongue in cheek. That green stripe had to be there. It had to! It wasn't. Oh dear, oh dear!
I was on about my tenth curse when my wife risked walking in. She'd heard me and wished to help. Instead of trying to explain, she took my toothbrush and turned it upside down: the toothpaste fell off with a resonating, cataclysmic boom. It did, you know.
And there was my green stripe. I'd squeezed the toothpaste onto my toothbrush exactly the same way each day with exactly the same result; I'd hidden the green stripe. Oops!
In conclusion.
Don't leap into assumptions that you cannot prove. Don't rant and rave over the trivial. Just remember this. Toothpastes only last a few weeks. Don't sully those special times together with anger.

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