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My health-conscious family pushes me to take this evening walk in the woods. And there is not a single evening when I don’t think of my sister. She was the achiever in the family. She sprinted through her academic and professional life in leaps and bounds, making us all proud. She chose to remain single. … Continue reading No spaces
Love and pieces #poetry
Love and pieces …. by Jude Itakali
Everyone has that moment I think, the moment when something so momentous happens that it rips your very being into small pieces. And then you have to stop. For a long time, you gather your pieces. And it takes such a very long time, not to fit them back together, but to assemble them in a new way, not necessarily a better way. More, a way you can live with until you know for certain that this piece should go there, and that one there.”
Kathleen Glasgow, Girl in pieces
Oh the hand that waits but never reaches!
When wisdom is cruel and love is tough
Is it wrong to save thee for me?
For kindness to be a selfish deed?
When ‘my’ is ‘our’, and self becomes a curse.
Once I held the hand that made my puzzle whole
Thefingers that curved and lips that smoothed my…
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Dilemma – American Sentence
Will you choose the devil to escape dark, uncertain waters below? What Do You See? The American Sentence is a concept of the legendary Beat Poet, Allen Ginsberg. It is simply a poem within 17 syllables in one line. The line should be written in complete sentence (s). It should capture a moment with a “turn”.
To ~ an American sentence
To ….by Sangeetha
To experience something wholly, don’t ask why or why not.
Mindfills © 2023 for Cee’s FOTD; NaPoRiMo ~ Day 23; Reena’s exploration challenge ~ “Developing quotations often sparks inspiration!” ― Steven Magee
American Sentence ~ Invented by Allen Ginsberg. An American haiku variation. 17 syllables written in a sentence.
Audacity
-pierced by accusations-being held to rulesmeasured against normsset by others -I shock themwith my audaciousness-I bleed confessionsof knowing what I wantbeing myself-nothing more-nothing less Weekend Writing Prompt
Chasing After August: When is it ever the right time?
Chasing after August ….. by the RockstarGirl
“There’s something about arriving in new cities, wandering empty streets with no destination. I will never lose the love for the arriving, but I’m born to leave.”
― Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great Perhaps
I was chasing after august wondering when it was ever going to be the right time and I felt like I got stuck in the meaning of life from what it was supposed to be to the expectation vs. reality but I know that you have a fear of rejection that is still sitting inside of your mind and no matter what you do you cannot seem to turn it off because in your own scenario you’re afraid of getting rejected by the one person you want to be your partner. So you keep asking yourself: Why and how can I turn off the fear of rejection?
I feel…
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Nirvana
Jack couldn’t remember a time when the wind’s icy breath had bitten into his skin with such ferocity and spite. He found himself on a mountain top, and down there, people probably assumed he is dead. Or maybe he is being presumptuous…. It was time to assess the impact he made during his lifetime. Does … Continue reading Nirvana
Twenty Years Past (A Flash Fiction)
Twenty Years Past …by Mich
Twenty Years Past (A Flash Fiction)
twenty years ago, the same time, the same place you robbed me of my dreams, and of my sanity. how dare you talk to me as if you were a saint. you were never close to being a saint, not at all.
i will never forget that day. you pushed me hard against the wall. i was shocked. it was out of your character, but then again not because it was out of your character doesn’t mean you are not capable of doing it.
you did, what most monsters do to their victims; taking control by force. and what could be a petite girl had to do with the power of a monstrous human being like you? nothing. there was nothing i can do. and i bet there was nothing you can do too to prevent your other self from doing what you had…
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Reenas xploration challenge #277
Carol’s take on RXC #277
This week for her prompt Reena has given us quotes to work with. I chose this one.
“Everyone has that moment I think, the moment when something so momentous happens that it rips your very being into small pieces. And then you have to stop. For a long time, you gather your pieces. And it takes such a very long time, not to fit them back together, but to assemble them in a new way, not necessarily a better way. More, a way you can live with until you know for certain that this piece should go there, and that one there.”
― Kathleen Glasgow, Girl in Pieces
A minute
A moment
When everything you thought you knew
Is shattered
Into a million little pieces
You gather up the shards
And try to mend your broken heart
You try and try
But to no avail
You heart and mind
Remain…
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