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The Scent of Jasmin

“The Scent of Jasmin”

As I wait for my love, like so many times before, beside the willow tree near the brook, its water glitters like diamonds in the midday sun. The wind was blowing ever so softly through the trees. The anticipation of her arrival was blissful anguish. Longing to see her once again, to touch her, to hold her filled my very soul. As I hear the rustling of the autumn leaves along the ground, I turn to see my love gracefully walking toward me. Her long flowing hair gave way to the soft unyielding Autumn winds carrying it to one side accentuating her beauty. Once we meet, she slides her hands into mine, melting my heart with her smile. As I pull her close to me, the scent of her perfume was captivating, the scent of Jasmin, and then our lips softly touch. However, reality opens my eyes, and she is no longer standing in front of me. Her vision, a product of my past, my memories of a love taken from me much too soon. Her haunting memory fills my heart with joy and overwhelming grief that I will never again smell the scent of Jasmin.

V.M. Tackett

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An Ode To Hillary

An ode to Hillary
Although the years have slowed your step, Hillary, you’re the man. You tried your best, but failed the test, maybe you shouldn’t have ran. We loved your smile, but only a little while, when we realized it wasn’t sincere. Your debates were shrewd, and a little bit crude, but you were still kicked in the rear. But don’t fear, Hillary, my dear, you’re sure to rebound, hopefully before your skeletons are found.

V.M. Tackett

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The Hitman

The Hitman

His blood runs cold as he walks through the fire. But he knows it’s not a game, he’s just a gun for hire. Watching every move like a black widow spider. He knows he’ll never be the man he was before. He throws back a shot as he waits for his mark. He’s been to the edge and he knows the score, maybe this time it’ll be the end, but tomorrow there’s always just one more.

With only a picture and only a name, and cold blue steel as his tools of the game. He’ll hunt you down and it’s not for the fame,
It doesn’t come easy, but the money’s all the same.

Not wanting to know the reason why. It all comes down to money on the line. With a glint of steel from a Colt .45, all hell breaks loose in the blink of an eye. Bullets come fast as bodies hit the floor. But his aim is true as the trigger is pulled, and he adds to his list of just one more.

He never bats an eye as he walks out the door, no one knows why, but they’ve seen it before. Memories are lost, the moment is gone. No one seen anything is the way it’s got to be. To stay alive here is to never play along. 

V.M. Tackett

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Journey

Journey


With walking stick in hand, I make my way along the rock strewn trail, pushing myself closer and closer to the top of the mountain, my destination. As fatigue sets in, my legs began to feel the strain of the climb. It has always amazed me how hard we work for something so insignificant in the whole scheme of life. Yet, we push on as if it is our last act on earth. I need to rest for only a moment, to recover the precious energy needed to finish my drive to the top. As I sat under the shade of a beautiful birch tree with my back press against its smooth trunk, a million thoughts began to race through my mind, most of which were irrelevant to the moment. I stare up at the tree tops swaying in the wind, one solitary leaf began its journey, floating softly to earth. As I watch its gentle twisting and swaying to the currents of the wind, its flight seemed to last forever. A leaf’s fall should not last more than a moment in time, but as I enjoy its elegance in flight, time seems to stand still. Eventually, its journey comes to an end, I come to realize that this beautiful and gentle moment is so much like life itself. We must enjoy every moment, delight in every sight and sound. Enjoy it now, for our journey will soon be over. As I get to my feet once again to finish my trek, I realize that the prize is not to get to the top, but the journey itself.



V.M. Tackett

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Night

Night

Though night comes calling
Creatures abound in darkness
Loathing the daylight

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Charlotte

I observe her from across the room, and I ask myself, is she real. Her long raven black hair falls softly across her shoulders. A gorgeous smile that brightens the entire room, is exquisitely accented only by her soft brown bedroom eyes.
I stare at her intently, taking in her every movement, everyone else seemed to disappear as she stood alone. As she looks in my direction, I quickly turn away, as if I am unworthy to gaze upon her beauty. To me, she is untouchable, my body melts at the thought of being near her.
I asked someone if they knew who she was, and I learn that her name is Charlotte, such a lovely name that brought a lump to my throat. As I continue to gaze, her allure was painfully overpowering. It is if my heart was slowly being pulled out of my chest.
I look away, trying to compose myself, trying to get back to reality. The vision of this woman is leaving me hollowed out inside. Either I walk away, or I break this fear holding me away. As I turn back, my stomach tightens like a knot, Charlotte was gone. I missed my chance, but her memory will always be with me.
V.M. Tackett

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Ghost Town

Ghost Town
As I walk past the sagging wooden sentinels, silence is deafening. Only the haunting sound of wind moving through its skeletal remains.
Once, a place of hope and dreams now sits alone and forgotten. Echoes of voices from the past fill the hollow structures once thriving with life.
Memories will always remain as nature continues to swallow the last vestiges of a bygone past. Soon, the earth will take back what man once forged from wood and stone.

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Life Goes On

Life goes on

      How does life go on when it ends for the one you loved? When your entire world has been torn apart by heart shattering grief, how does it go on. The colors have dimmed, the laughter has been silenced, and the smiles will no longer warm your heart. how does life go on when the sun’s light no longer brightens your days? When the memories of a life you once had, flood back, drowning you in pain and anguish. how does life go on when it feels as if your heart no longer beats, and you struggle to pull for your next breath? They say that time heals all wounds. Will the passing of time be my savior, or will it be my tormentor? Will time heal the deep wounds that I have suffered, or will it remind me every day of what I have lost? How does life go on when my faith has been shattered? Will I be able to put the pieces back together? But the sobering fact is, life will go on, but it will never be the life I once knew, and I will always grieve for.

                                                                V.M. Tackett

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Love

Love

Like the flight of a butterfly, your hand softly caresses my face. Your touch fills my heart with thoughts of a warm and wonderful place my eyes cannot see, and my soul cannot feel. As you gently stare into my eyes, my dreams become reality. The anguish I felt for so long is now a fleeting memory as if it were never born. Your love has restored my spirit, my will, for you complete the missing piece in my life. As I gaze up at your beauty, remembering every line, every facet of your face, unable to look away, praying it will always be there. I realize the warm and wonderful place that has echoed through my thoughts is the heart that beats in you, a heart that fills the emptiness in mine. To me, the universe no longer has mysteries, for I have found my destiny in life, and in death.

V.M. Tackett

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Encounter

Encounter 
I push my way through the brush, fighting to keep the limbs out of my face, all the while I hear the sounds behind me. As I exit the suffocating limbs and branches, I enter an area of stately pine trees, I notice there are no sounds of birds, insects, just the voices and footsteps behind me.  I stop for a moment to catch my breath, and I began to see the shadows all around, humanoid shadows moving in discord. I began to run, pushing my body beyond its limits, but I had to escape these things, what did they want, why are they following me. I’m at the brink of collapse when suddenly I am hit by a blinding white light. My body is ridged, I can’t move a finger, and I can hear the creatures walking around me whispering. I try to look at them, but I am unable to move my head. All of a sudden, my body goes limp, and I fall to the ground, silence abounds for several moments, then I began to hear the birds, and the wind blowing through the trees, at that moment I knew they were gone. 
V.M. Tackett