How could I fail to see something that was so obvious? The nonchalant approach, feigned empathy, untrue words, occasional unresponsiveness – it all dripped from his persona. Yet, I foolishly believed that he will stand by me, because there was no other option, and he was the sole support in a deep cesspool. There is … Continue reading Pseudo-Empath
Life is an ongoing battle to get rid of demons and scars. Was it only a decade, or have they been building up for longer - a combination of varied elements in unknown proportions? 2020 can offer healing, only if it knows the exact nature of the infection. https://only100words.xyz/2020/01/02/three-line-tales-week-205/
In a world separated by time zones, integrated in online communication, synchronicity acquires new dimensions. Organisations in different countries ask for people working in U.S. shifts. In a long-distance marriage, couples go great lengths to be there with each other at a common appointed hour. A mother in India takes the responsibility of waking up … Continue reading Synchronized
I’m loved for what I bring to your lives a few moments of mirth some relief some laughter I love being loved my soul bleeds colors leaving darkness behind the show after https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2019/12/30/what-do-you-see-10/
An introspective and intriguing piece by VJ Knutson
I am sculptor,
shapeshifter –
carve persona
from cold rock –
a master illusionist
elude sharp corners
molded in mist –
pray reputation
does not pursue me.
I’m not in sync with the frequencies of my mind. I cannot follow where I’m going. The universe seems to have lost its patience with me. As if tetchy, it’s been berserk flashing its messages in my ears. I’ve gone color-blind with all the sounds. I cannot taste the shades of any synchronicity. I’ve lost the ability to fathom plain and simple. How can I make sense of this viscosity seeping into me?
My fists are tight. I hold the dying fizz of my dreams – dead mostly because I grabbed too hard. I’m in constant denial, like the broken tape stuck on a loop, but no one knows that I’m spinning with quintillion times the speed of sound. The moment I let go, I’ll be lost in the pit of a collapsing bang.
So, I stand here, wide-eyed, in front of the celestial traffic lights,
waiting.
Photo by Sue Vincent
An offering to share
Tell us the right and left
Surviving in this world
Grant us the peace and hope
Into the path we’re hurled
An offering to share
Not knowing who to trust
Or being trapped into
Please guide us what to do
Before we say adieu
An offering to share
A strip of paper
A list of things to do
Still to act or say
To all for what is due
An offering to share
It’s waving like a flag
To forgive and forget
Atonement for the soul
Love is what blooms beget*
(c) ladyleemanila 2019
* Monchielle
For: Thursday photo prompt: Offering #writephoto, Wordle 436 Dec 28 by bwarren
dreams callwith promisesfrom just another yearthe future is always rosyPast laughs... https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/12/28/saturday-mix-lucky-dip-28-december-2019/
She turned down invitations to kitty parties, and the ladies often quipped, “What do you do all day?” She had quit her job, but was always busy – writing, painting, building an enviable online profile. She volunteered, enrolled for many courses, and managed to complete ten of those. They never understood what she did. Some … Continue reading Life by Design
