Salad Days: Do They Exist?

Is there a period in your own personal life that you think of as the good old days? Tell us a story about those innocent and/or exciting times (or lack thereof).

Should I Tell Them
By emschierbeek

They ask me about the good old days
What should I tell them of you

Should I tell them of serenity
Or surrealism

Should I tell them of mistakes
Or acceptance

Should I tell them of joy
Or melancholy

Should I tell them of cynicism
Or despair

Should I tell them of bliss
Or rejection

Should I tell them of the wild
Or the wonder

Should I tell them of peaceful days
Or passionate nights

Should I tell them of your innocence and beauty
Or simply that you are gone

Should I tell them of my world
Or should I tell them nothing

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THE DAILY POST
Nov 18, 2014
DAILY PROMPT
Salad Days
Is there a period in your own personal life that you think of as the good old days? Tell us a story about those innocent and/or exciting times (or lack thereof).

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Golden Key or Skeleton Key

You’ve been given a key that can open one building, room, locker, or box to which you don’t normally have access. How do you use it, and why?

Skeleton Key
By emschierbeek

That black box you call a soul
Among the cobwebs and the dark
Hides not a treasure but a key
For that is the real treasure
A golden key
A skeleton key
For that is both its shape and purpose
Fitted specially to one lock
Ornate and unused
Bored it sits and waits
The time for collection has arrived
Always I feel its weight on my mind
Now time has come to feel it in my hand
Opening my own tortured soul
I seek its partner
Forged in the same vile mold
The one to free it from its cluttered tomb
But how can I get to your key
If I cannot get to mine?

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THE DAILY POST
Nov 17, 2014
DAILY PROMPT

Golden Key
You’ve been given a key that can open one building, room, locker, or box to which you don’t normally have access. How do you use it, and why?

Beyond My Physical Awareness

Beyond My Physical Awareness
By emschierbeek

Take me beyond my awareness to the valley where the Wild flower grows
I want to lie there, I want to sigh there

Take me beyond my awareness to the forest where the peaceful River flows
I want to lie there, I want to sigh there

Take me beyond my awareness to the range where the mighty mountain Rose
I want to lie there, I want to sigh there

Take me beyond my awareness, but please, don’t be the one who goes
I will cry there, I will die there

Beyond My Awareness

Beyond My Awareness
By emschierbeek

Take me beyond my awareness to the valley where the wildflower grows
I want to lie there, I want to cry there

Take me beyond my awareness to the forest where the peaceful river flows
I want to lie there, I want to cry there

Take me beyond my awareness to the range where the mighty mountain rose
I want to lie there, I want to cry there

Lash & Sword

Lash & Sword
By emschierbeek

Blood drawn by lash
Blood drawn by sword

Creation of a culture
History of a people
Founding of a nation

Blood drawn by bullet
Blood drawn by drone

Extermination of a culture
Desolation of a people
Crumbling of a nation

Blood drawn by madness
Blood drawn by man

Destiny of a culture
Shame of a people
Fate of a nation

Blood drawn by lash
Blood drawn by sword

View of Depression

View of Depression
By emschierbeek

framed by window
dead cold lost dark winter chill
grey outside life gone

Indifference

Indifference
By emschierbeek

I look into your eyes
But all I see is black
And you
What do you see
When you look into mine
Blue
Blue from the sorrow I feel for you
But you
With your black hating eyes
I will never allow you to belittle my soul by making me hate you
I know what you want
Because your hatred has turned your anger into fury and that into rage
But I am not like you
Soulless and dark
I know my boundaries
I know my place