First post of something out of photoshop here.

*stock of female is from flickr.com

Title: The Ultimate Betrayl
Prompt #16 for your_verses: Coming Home by City and Colour

( Accomplices in his absence, taking advantage of his leave. )

there's a man with a mask
he walks the earth in the shadows
if you're very good you'll see the strings
they hang long in the back

now, now don't get cocky girl
he could mop you up with just one finger
stop your life with a look
don't get cocky, he's already got your number

the mask won't come off when you pull
shoot him and smack his face
the mask is steadfast where it lays
held in place by lies, lies, lies

don't get cocky girl

turn your back and sob a little
show some weakness, show some soul
off it flies, the man draws his sword
and honey it's been over for you
for a long, long time.

stop your life with a look
don't get cocky, just one finger

he won't kill you, that just ain't fun
he wants you just to hurt like he do
cause it happened a long time ago
it's got nothin to do with you

don't get cocky girl you know
what's under that mask
mop you up, dear

he don't care it's not your fault
and it ain't hers or hers either
he just care that somebody feels
the way he does underneath those lies

next time you'll turn and he'll take it off
and you'll feel that cold pull at your stomach
well just turn back again, you can reach out and grab it
take the mask.

take it, the mask is for you.
don't get cocky girl, just reach out
you could mop people up too, make them feel
just as bad as you

Kind of a riddle, but quite literal if you know what I'm talking about here.

A third I dream
A third I work
A third I am
Tertiary life, organized into
asymmetric shapes.
Three by three turns out nine.
Symmetry in nonsymmetrical form
It's only relevant to me.
You pour from my hands,
I pour from the water
Three times, three years and days.
Two is too long
Four is far shorter than needed
No, conventional symmetry you are.
Overrated, it's exasperation.
Three is round.
Three days to go
Spell 3 threee would make more sense.
And one's win wanes.
Five does, too.
But three is stable. Tripod.
Efficient and succinct.
Doubles and triples. Singles.
Thress is magic and brave.
Third war to come; could be the end.
Three corners and four sides
Four corners with no sides
Three sides and enough corners to hide
Hide in, I hide.
Three hours to hide and five left alive.
Eight and three is a day.

It seems upbeat at first, but it turned out kind of depressing as I continued.

Fear not, for fear
exists indefinitely
Fear falling and flying
At least downward
ends.

Upward is infinite.
Indefinitely infinite, I'd
Rather fall; gravity.
Much more natural then
Tasting clouds and stars.
Five feet, seven inches down
It seems
merciful.

I could fall and fall
And fall, fall, fall.
Down, there is The Mother.
She holds me, and...
warm.

The Sky will break and rain
And blow - It throws rocks down.
Yes, down seems
The wiser.

Worms makes their
Labrynths
Flowers hold on tight, beautiful.
The dark will bear me and
freedom.

Kind of short and goofy but it's words are fun.

A wishing well
Would wish you well,
Well wish what well you will
And mull and throw
That coin you know the well
Won't tell
So, well; wish well
Though well you know
That wishing well won't
Make well what ill befell.

Note: Try to read through slowly. It's common habit to race through poetry and the meaning is usually missed that way.

At noon, the Sun is bright.
In the North, he is weak and in the
South, he dulls.

But right in the middle he is
Strong and warm.
He doesn't have to try.

She is the moon, the pale.
And she is all alone;
She creeps by in the night.

The stars make her shine
In her gown of blue and grey.
She never wonders why.

The Sun keeps turning.
He's looking for her.
Never quite understood.
She won't try, success, and he
Tries too hard; failure. it won't
Occur to him to just
Stop.

Sun is strong and
She is smart.
They share the day...

But Sun is wrong
and Moon will lose heart
And it all fades away.

But look up; she's grown so sad,
Look up; he's far away
Never together, never apart
Her indifference, his enthuse
Could be to blame.

Original Piece: Exhilaration: A Girl and Her Piano.


( I never was a dancer. )

Part of the Death Series: Bear with me; these are in no specific order. No characters have been named or fully developed, but each piece relates to all of the others in some way. I just haven't yet figured that way out.

Title: Wolfhounds.
Prompt #5 for your_verses: Let me show you what I’m made of. Good intentions are not enough.

( What is Enough? )

Part of the Death Series: Bear with me; these are in no specific order. No characters have been named or fully developed, but each piece relates to all of the others in some way. I just haven't yet figured that way out.

Title: Death is a Choice.
Prompt #4 for your_verses: Can't take a good day without a bad one.

( Choose Wisely. )