I’m not sure if my grandparents’ house could be called a villa, but this picture comes very close. The steep stairs led to the terrace, where memories stay parked to date. lost childhoodgroans under the weightof smartness The gate was our boundary during the summer vacation, but the mischief that happened behind it was boundless. … Continue reading Lost, but breathing
She did not attend his rallies to boo him — that would have kept him at the center of her days. She did not write furious letters. She testified for eleven minutes, plainly, without theater. Then she drove home and did not look up the verdict. She simply closed the page.
violence dripping fromspeech, visualsmedia reportsvenomous wordsmental abuse-collects in poolsaround your feetobstructing movement you drag yourselflooking for a boatbut the boatman’s oarsare knives and swordsthe sky grows darkerthe clouds speak to youbut refuse to rain all that you see and senseis not a fraction ofthe violence within-unexpressed hatredbehind civilised masks-simmering resentmentin tears held back-awaiting revengeIn this … Continue reading Dark Thoughts
stand strong against gaslightinglet self-confidence not faderise tall, defy silencingsilent strength no lie can shade W3 Prompt #226
The text emphasizes the importance of balancing personal interests with the well-being of others, arguing that helping the majority shouldn't come at the expense of oneself. It critiques societal and corporate pressures that promote self-sacrifice, highlighting how individuals and institutions often exploit this expectation for their own gain while misleading the public.
Welcome back! PROMPT #445 The theme for this week's creative endeavours is FICTION The format need not necessarily be fiction, though there is no bar on using the form. What constitutes fiction in the post-truth era? How thin or distinct are the lines between fact and fiction? Do the disclaimers that all characters are fictional … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #445
Glad to be here tonight. The Café’s owner has been pouring warmth into cups for many years now, while a tall, lanky man constructs elaborate word maps on the round table. The beautiful storyteller and accidental blogger with an adorable pet on her arm keeps everything together without much ado. Mimi hums like a secret … Continue reading Poetry Slam at Six Sentence Cafe & Bistro
blue horizons blesssurging crowds on public squaresoverarching skiesinfuse energy in bluescommonness rises beyondallusions and assumptions Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge No. 79
We protest against perceived injusticeWe protest against ourselvesfor not protesting earlier,letting it alltake over your lifeperceived failuresgnaw at your core …then one daywe stop protestingand reclaim ourselvesbeyond this pointwe are the only onesaccountable Quadrille #354
divergentlines change directionscharactersin storiesfumbling on faith, scoot awayto find a new niche choose a spacebetween flowing lineswaveringexpandingto become an unseen pathlife's journey goes on What Do You See #355
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