The Round Table @ MindSay

Okay, so I was chilling in the little Avon store in the mall when two guys, about two years younger than me come in, with sunglasses on.  Inside the store, there's a table with two chairs that we use for makeovers and stuff like that, well, both of them promtly seated themselves at the table, took off their sunglasses, and began to watch me.  Okay, now that's creepy.  So I ask them after a couple of seconds, "So...are you just chilling?"

"Uh...yeah."  They answer.

They stay there for an incredibly long and uncomfortable minute, and then Cal walks into the store and eyes the two guys.  "Are these guys bothering you?" Cal mouths.

"Not yet." I mouth, raising an eyebrow.

Cal leaves slowly, and I turn to face the two guys.

"So, uh, do you know that guy?" One asks.

"Yeah." I announce, flashing my engagement ring. "He's my fiance."

"Oop!"  Their eyebrows shoot up.  "Time for us to go!"  They say as they shuffle quickly out.

 

Creepy.  Don't guys have anything better to do other than blatantly watching hot chicks? Godjesus.

Good morning! Today we have some new work to put forth for your words of constructive criticism from laine@Mindsay.
Per usual, please leave your thoughts and comments below.   If you have
any questions, please consult the FAQ or email me. Thanks.


The Pedestal

You set me up this high

And my faults stand out

Like steaming bloody footprints

On marble, cold and white

 

You look at me

And see a goddess

Pale and perfect

You don't see the cracks in my façade

 

I look outwards

From myself

And the inside that I see

Feels ugly, ravaged, decimated

 

And I wonder,

When the marble cracks

And falls apart

And the core of me

 

The soul of me

Is exposed

Where will you

Be?

[laine.mindsay.com]

Good morning. The following is a work for your constructive criticism by resplendence@Mindsay. Please leave your thoughts and constructive criticisms below. If this is your first time with us, please check out the FAQ for more guidance. Thank you for your participation and comments. Enjoy.


Untitled

I had a dream last night.
It was quite the dissapointment to wake up
and leave all my happy thoughts
stranded on my empty pillow.
Out of dream world and into reality,
my stomach growls for food,
so into the kitchen I go,
starving.

I miss my dreams.
They're so sweet,
I'm addicted.
A user with no volition.

The disappointment when you wake
after leaving such a beautiful delusion
is overwhelming.
Lost in despondency,
food means little.
The kitchen is just another prison,
and I'm seeking an escape
back to dreamland.

I miss my dreams.
They're so sweet,
I'm addicted.
A user with no volition.

Happy endings
are only existent
in somnambulist realities.....

Pierdo mis sueños.
Son tan dulces,
Soy adicto.
Un usario con ninguna volición.


[resplendence.mindsay.com]

Good day, everyone.  I'm pleased to report that barring unforseen lack of computer access, tomorrow there will be a new work in search of your constructive feedback and criticism.  Right here.  Please make a note to stop by tomorrow, check it out, and leave your thoughts.  Thanks.

Also, don't forget to submit your own works for review to tabla.redonda@gmail.com.  Check out the FAQ for further details.  Feel free to email me with any questions or comments you might have.

See you tomorrow.

For those of you check in to TRT from time to time, look around, and scratch your heads wondering "Where did it go?" - this update is for you.

The Round Table is not dead.  It's just sleeping.

I just thought you'd like to know...