Come Clean

tDot on my mind… Still.

The Eclectic Poet

You’re sounding so bitter
Learned how to manoeuver

Seems like the Big Smoke
Has got in your eyes, is making you choke

Come as you are, Baby can’t you see
You can drop your defenses,  it’s just me

There’s no need for disguises
Don’t need deals or compromises

You say you don’t want misperceptions
Follow your heart in my direction

We don’t play that way here
You know there’s nothing to fear

I just want you to come as you are
Don’t need to be a bright lights, big city superstar

Come on back home, try me on for size
I’m not so different, maybe a little more wise

There’s only one way to make a new start
You gotta wash Toronto outta your heart

~ kei
12 January 2014

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Every Picture Picture Tells A Story I

One of the short stories I published here in 2012, my first year on WordPress.

The Eclectic Poet

He slammed out of the trailer, letting the door bang closed behind him. She had heard him angry before but never at her. She was surprised by the heat of his emotion and a little scared. It wasn’t his way.
She ran out the door after him, into the full force of the hot summer storm that had kept time with the increasing intensity of their conversation. Catching up to him just as he reached the dock, she grabbed for his arm saying, “Eric, wait!”  He shook her hand off growling, “Don’t! I don’t know what you want from me!” and stalked away, out to the end of the dock.

She watched a moment, his drenched silhouette a picture of misery in the lightning flash. He put his hands to his head, bending over in slow motion as if someone had kicked him in the gut. Her heart broke a…

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