Love Reconciled

I said in my last post I am currently struggling to focus on a novel for NaNoWriMo 2016 (I'm failing) and while I work on that I would be posting things I posted on Reddit's writing prompt subreddit. The prompt for the following story was 'You are about to commit suicide when a note falls from the sky.' Enjoy.

I stand in an open field in a foot of snow under a grey sky; I need to get to the tree where I first met her. I could see the tree in the distance waving at me, its icy fingers begging me to continue: I take a deep breath. I was starting to sweat so I strip off my heavy North Face jacket and toss it into the field to be found during the spring thaw. The cool air felt good against my arms now exposed in the short sleeve shirt. She bought it for me on our first anniversary. It has our wedding picture on the front with the date of the ceremony and our initials.

I miss her.

I touch her screen printed face and make my way through the heavy powder to the weeping willow waving at me in the wind.

I lean myself against the heavy trunk to catch my breath. I finally begin breathing regularly again and I scan the trunk for our names that we carved in it when we first met. They were wrapped in a heart with the date of our first encounter here. I pull a knife from my pocket and carve today’s date officially ending our love in this world.

I still love her.

I pull the hand gun from my pocket, cock it and put it to my temple. I feel warm tears running down my cheek, my finger shakes as I slide it over the trigger.

Maybe I shouldn’t do this. I pull the gun from my head and drop to my knees. I am kneeling in the snow weeping when the sky clears and a white paper falls from the sky. I unfold it; it’s a hand written note

James,

You are almost there. Pull the trigger and we will be together again.

It is her hand writing: a message from heaven. I put the gun to my head again.

“I’m coming my love”

My finger pulls the trigger all the way.

Haiku Volume 11

Good morning folk, or good afternoon I guess that would depend on when you are reading this. Well Happy day to you whatever time it is  I hope it will/has been a great one for you. I know as I type this I have a wonderful day of working looming over me like Donald Trumps giant wall. Its a big wall, a wall so big, he knows walls OK. No one knows walls like the Donald, and who is going to pay for that wall??? No one, because it is a fucking ludicrous idea that makes zero sense especially when we as a nation of a debt in the fucking Trillions. This whole election, from both sides, is the most ridiculous thing I have ever witnessed, but this is for a day closer to election day.

Anyway moving on.

I also want to take a moment here to congratulate one of my best friends Christina on her engagement! I am super excited and happy for you. I cannot wait to celebrate your engagement by getting white girl wasted, which is what I plan on doing at your wedding, though with far more dancing! I would post a picture of us, but if I posted one without her approval she would stab me in the eye socket especially because she would hate the chose so instead here is a GIF of how excited I am:

Now while I finish part 4 of A Western End (it is in the editing stage now), start another edition of my movies post, and create a new series about Hip Hop lyricists, I bring to you another volume of Haiku (I am compiling these and other Haiku together to create a book called Hey Look Its Haiku and Some Essays About Life, by Dan Perrucci! (Yeah the title is a haiku and yeah I am awesome. Thanks for thinking so as well!)

I

Steel flies through the cold:

a country torn apart by

a forgotten war.

II

Explosions downtown,

but the world doesn't care when

the victims are brown.

III

Innocent police

killed in the line of duty

Human lives matter.

IV

Police gunfire bangs

innocent citizens killed:

Human lives matter.

V

Flowers start to bloom

shedding winter from their soul.

Sprung from death to life.

VI

The lights slowly dim

until darkness: my thoughts creep

leaving me restless.

VII

Red beating muscle

pumping life;slowly breaking

now unmendable.

VIII

Wind gushes through trees

swaying the branches gently

as green buds awake.

IX

My alarm clock blares

as the morning sun creeps in

I refuse to wake.

X

The sun's still asleep

as a loud meow echos:

“Feed me NOW human!”

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Under the Willow

I stand waiting for you

under the old willow tree

as its leaves and flowers bloom.

Birds flock around singing their tune

as I stand waiting for you

under the old willow.

The sun shines down as the

blistering heat dries my tongue

and I can no longer sing your name

with the birds fluttering above

as I stand waiting for you

under the old willow.

The tree’s leaves yellow

as a cool wind blows

through its branches.

The dying leaves fall onto me

as I stand waiting for you

under the old willow.

The sky grays as a soft snow falls

and the birds cease singing

flying away until the flowers bloom

leaving me alone in the cold

as I stand waiting for you

under the old willow.

Knowing you will never come

I weep with the willow.

Haikus Volume 3

Hello everybody, happy Haikuesday! 

Welcome to my third installment of my series of haikus (check out Volume 1 and Volume 2)! I know what you are thinking and I'm pretty sure your reaction is something like this:

Easy, I don't know if I can live up to that much excitement, but I'll try.

I

A zombie rises:

millions die for his preaching’s.

In the name of God.

II

Pink flowers sprout up

coloring the field for spring!

Late frost kills color.

III

My words on paper

sent to entertain mankind,

but no one reads them.

III

I dream of her kiss.

I want to wake up near her

with my hand in hers.

IV

Wind blows her to me.

I hold her close, “I love you”.

Wind takes her from me.

V

My car speeds along.

Bam! Bang! A pothole slows me.

“Hello triple A?”

VI

Rain pours from above

drenching the woman’s white shirt.

The perverts all stare.

VII

The cat sleeps in bed.

A meow in the distance

The cat scampers off.

VIII

I’m nervous when she

is near me. I want her to

be near me all day.

IX

Clouds roll in quickly.

The dog caught in the downpour.

dripping he comes home.

Seasons

A cool breeze blows releasing

lovers from the summer weather

snapping the heartstring

that kept them together.

Leaves change from dark greens

to the stunning reds of fall.

Shorts change into jeans

and the days pass without a call.

The leaves spiral to their end

crunching under the feet of ghouls,

but a heart struggles to mend

stuck lounging by summer pools.

Grey clouds blanket hills white,

children await gifts under a great pine,

but a lover can’t close their eyes at night

thinking they will never again be fine.

White seeps into the earth

making way for green again,

as a lover seeks out a new birth.

Trying to find what the fall had slain