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5 Poetic or Lyrical Flash Fiction Stories

Timothy is a Christian who enjoys creating visual art and writing. He has a B.S. in Psychology.

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Welcome:

I was sitting sipping on my coffee and looking out the window the other day. I was trying to come up with some new ideas for writing a new batch of flash fiction stories. I usually use prompts from one of the writing groups I belong to but I wanted to do something different.

After some contemplation I decided to try a different writing style with these short stories. I wrote these stories, from ideas in my head, in a more of a poetic or lyric form. I don’t know why they all deal with looking for a change in life or feeling down during these times. I guess it is because of all we’re going and have gone through in what has been almost a year now. I hope you enjoy these stories and the new form. As always stay safe.


“Watch your thoughts; they become words. Watch your words; they become actions. Watch your actions; they become habits. Watch your habits; they become character. Watch your character; it becomes your destiny.”— Lao-Tze

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Troubled Mind

Troubles cloud my mind, and I’m feelin’ blue.
I know deep in my heart I won’t be blue always.
But, still your mind gets clouded with thoughts which overwhelm.
So much so you have to keep telling yourself.
I know the sun is gonna shine in my mind again some day

The key to getting out of the blues is change.
So, I’m gonna go down to the ocean.
I’m gonna sit right down there, right down on the sand
So when I start thinking about my blues, the ole ocean will calm me down.
The waves pushing against the shoreline release their calming effect.

Well I’m goin’ down to the ocean
Oh you know to my favorite ole seaside town
Where you know the people are easing their blues, like me

Well I’m going down to the ocean
Oh you know I’m gonna lay my head right down on the sand
I’m gonna let the sun, sand and surf ease my ole troublin mind.

Way Too Much

When we were young we seemed to have an abundance of joy.
We'd laugh at ourselves
We'd laugh at others
We'd laugh at each other
We'd laugh for no reason at all.

Each day was filled with an abundance of things to do
We'd play outside, making up games as we went
We'd ride our bikes seeking out new adventures along the way.
We'd head on over to the corner store for treats, which only cost a nickel.
We'd go to the mall to play in the arcade

Today sadly, people seem to have an abundance of everything but joy
Everybody has so much stuff...
Cars, and phones and all sorts of homes filled with all manner of large and small stuff.
And when their homes get filled to the rim they rent a a rather small place
To store their abundance so they can save it for a later date

But even with all their stuff nobody seems to smile anymore.
Maybe it's because they have to figure out how to pay for all their toys.
A mortgage, several credit cards, a car loan or two.
Each day at the races trying to pay for it all.

After work they go back to their sad lonely homes.
Where they pretend to be happy, have peace and joy.
As their time is drawn away by their abundance of toys.

What we need to do is scale back, get rid of the harried life.
Cut back on the abundance, remember the days when less was more.
Remember the times when we talked to people, spent the hours making up our days.
When work was not life, but a means to pay for life.
And the off times were spent actually relaxing, enjoying the abundance of minutes in each day.
You have to try to remember abundance is not always more especially when it takes away from life and your joy.

Here

Get me outta here!
I’m trapped in a place I don’t know.
How I got here is anybody’s guess.
All I want to do is go home.

The world I’m now trapped in seems so unreal.
From the one which I journeyed here.
My old world seemed to be much simpler
Everyone walked about with a smile.

I’m sure there were things going on then.
I just don’t remember what they were.
All I remember are the good moments
Going here, going there, hanging with my friends.

Feeling each day a joy in my heart,
A joy I hoped would never come to an end.
Now I’m here, my old home lies somewhere
Back, back across an ever moving forward time.

Get me outta here!
I’m trapped in a place I don’t know.
How I got here is anybody’s guess.
All I want to do is go back to my old home.

All I want to do is go back to my old home.
However in the end I know I just can’t.

“Sing like no one’s listening, love like you’ve never been hurt, dance like nobody’s watching, and live like it’s heaven on earth.” – (Attributed to various sources)

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Getting Lost

In life
I’ve found getting lost is easy.
Trying to get yourself found is really hard.

Things didn’t work out the way I wanted.
Should have stayed with the girl I had.
But I learned the error of my ways too late.
So all I could do was move on, move on.

In life
I’ve found getting lost is easy.
Trying to get yourself found is really hard.

I can say now it worked out in the end.
Still I have my regrets about at what I’d done
Should have stayed with my one true friend
Who cared for me no matter all of my faults

Wonder to this day where Jeannie went
Life moved on went on we went our own way
Did she ever find the true love she deserved
I don’t know but I sure hope she did.

In life
I’ve found getting lost is easy.
Trying to get yourself found is really hard

In life
I’ve found getting lost is easy.
Trying to get yourself found is really hard.

Things didn’t work out the way I wanted.
Should have stayed with the one I had.
But I learned the error of my ways too late.
So all I could do was move on, move on.

In life
I’ve found getting lost is easy.
Trying to get yourself found is really hard.
I can say it worked out in the end.
Still I have my regret at what I’d done

Driving My Car

Driving my car down Highway 99
Don’t know where I’m going.
Got some places in my mind.

I left my old life far behind me.
The people, the places I once knew.
I want to start my life over.
I want to build something brand new.

It’s not that my life was so boring.
It’s just I felt I needed a change.
So I packed all I had in my car
And I set out on the long road.

Don’t know where I’m headed
Not sure of where I want to go.

Driving my car down Highway 99
Don’t know where I’m going.
Got some places in my mind

So my wheels will keep on spinning.
Until I find a new place to call my home.
A place where I’ll find myself a true love.
Who’ll I’ll spend the rest of my days with.

Final Thoughts:

There you have them. Five flash fiction looks into seeking a change from or dealing with life. I enjoyed crafting them. I’m not sure if I will create more in them in the future. Only time will tell and where my muse leads me. Until then, enjoy life, laugh as much as possible and love all those who love you more.

© 2021 Timothy Whitt

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