Scattered feelings
A Vocal Top Story, for me?! How sweet
Disbelief -
Are you kidding me?!
A joke is what this must be,
the kind I give when
situations are strained with tension,
the tactic used to break ice
for all to smirk again.
Now all the muscles are tightened
with a smile beaming across
this shocked gaping face
as I celebrate those
who read these lines
with encouragement!
✰
It took a few days to process -
I almost bought a t-shirt
in the dreamy process,
but it would’ve cut too close
with rent being due
for the first time in 6 months!
✰
A new place to relax and -
get ready for it…
New Year to Vocal Create :-)
~
Copyright © 2023 by Kalina Bethany. All rights reserved.
Thanks for reading this feelings piece after receiving a Top Story award for a story here on Vocal! Shoutout to you who read and supported it.
Appreciate you leaving a tip and subscribing using the button below and also checking out some of my other work - it's FREE to subscribe and the support is sincerely appreciated ♥️
About the Creator
Kalina Bethany
[she/her]
Constantly seeking new adventures
A passionate writer of the non-fiction, historic taste, novel and surreal
Explore these written journeys with me!
~ Follow me on X: https://twitter.com/kalinabethany
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also pledge your support or give them a one-off tip, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Keep reading
More stories from Kalina Bethany and writers in Poets and other communities.
His Haibun
He does not like poetry; I write it anyway and do not tell him. It's true his face is not a poet's face. It is round and open, youthful; too apt to be compared to the sun. His nose is neat. It is impossible to imagine him smoking a cigarette, terse, full of cheekbones and tension. His warmth burns my fingertips. I am here for his fascinating body, the haphazard freckles I touch one by one; he is here for my eyes, just my eyes. A sunbeam sneaks through the curtains and pierces us both, sizzling the spices of his skin. I inhale and wrap myself in him. He kisses my eyes.
By TheSpinstress3 days ago in Poets
A Glaring Omission
I made peace with being cast out by others pretty early in life. As lonely as it may sound, I don’t recall many times during childhood when those actions affected me any longer than a moment or two. Being deemed the weird/gay/weird gay freak by everyone from neighborhood kids to blood relatives allowed me the privilege of sneaking away whenever I pleased to dive deeper into hobbies that molded the proud pop culture geek and writer I am today.
By Jonathan Apollo5 days ago in Psyche
Comments (1)
New Year, wishing for a better year, nice job Kalina 😊😊