Tuesday Chatter Weekly
Heartbeat of cities
grassiness of grounds beneath me hard corns on bleeding, stumbling feet speak of decades passing by play of haves and have-nots heartbeats of cities ignoring rants awaiting better days Weekly Writing Challenge #142
Fragile
fragile moments tear apart love from life heartbeats give away Ronovan Writes
Exposure
I resent being invaded, but host all external invaders. why push the oars through fragmented waters of my mind uninterrupted flow of blue waves belies unsavory secrets lying below where your oars cannot reach I disguise and rename whatever I cannot put out of sight I prefer to call it dark reflections of disturbed skies … Continue reading Exposure
Masked
whither authenticity? we soon learn to fall in line it is tact, not duplicity when you ask, I say I’m fine I stumbled too, but only once I don’t enjoy being called a dunce all masks constructed carefully I choose the most appropriate which takes me to the right gate it’s a life … Continue reading Masked
Radhikasreflection by Radhika
To each her own
will power carries us in directions of unmatched life purpose, destiny unmindful of dark, troubled waters I make a conscious choice live
pt #29~ Catacombs and Apparitions!
As Celeste sat reading the news came on and the lead story was, of course, the secret mines. She chuckled at the premature conjecture that had infected the masses with a sort of vuja de’ way of turning all the facts upside down and mixing it with urban legends!! Last she heard people were actually whispering that Al Capone himself was living poshly in an underground city and running the mines from there.
Celeste shook her head and turned back to her reading. The history of the old hotel was interesting and the original owner had a bit of a pedigree as well as a small fortune and a seriously good business acumen. The hotel was indeed originally built as an upscale spa-like orphanage. They spared no expense in construction, decorating and stocking supplies befitting the status of their little charges. Then they hired what they believed to be well…
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Dear Humanity,
Dear Humanity, Unfortunately, I find that what sparks the light in me does that only to me. There are very few or no takers for the same. I came across this quote a few days ago, shared it on LinkedIn, and the response was zilch. “The moral flabbiness born of the exclusive worship of the … Continue reading Dear Humanity,
At the break of dawn…
“I have walked through it several times, at different hours of the day and night, but with very little success in my mission”, wrote a police officer on social media with this picture. The tunnel is known to be a criminal haunt, but the miscreants are never caught. Folklore has stories of secret entry and … Continue reading At the break of dawn…
