Mind Games!

Mind games ….by Radhika

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My mind is adept at playing games with me, follows no rules, and wields a power so strong,

the darkness of its depth leaves me petrified, I writhe under its sting, the pain seems unbearable

sometimes it shrivels like a deflated balloon, but mostly it swells up in haughty pride

 it conjures up the wiliest thoughts, cementing it with resolute conviction and barricading it with an inflated ego.

I am blinded in a haze when it showers missiles of fear.

Wallowing in self-doubt, I feel like a hapless pawn under its clutches.

It is only when its sublime qualities come to fore, it rings in bells of happiness

I love its mellowed persona, when I get to be Me, revelling in a euphoric bubble, afraid that it may burst anytime.

After long battle of trying to gain control over my mind,

I have realized, its mercurial temperament is fraught with…

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Reena’s Xploration Challenge #235

Lady Lee’s response to RXC#235

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THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from“Do/Do Not”by Nisha Atalie:sniff, open, mouth, poison, paths, mountain, rainwater, dead, shiny, ducks, glittering, mangos

Sometimes, even I’m afraid

Of the things my mind comes up with

As I open my mouth, one never knows

If glittering sayings or poison ivy comes out

The paths of discovery is amazing

Sniffing rainwater or ripe mangos

One never knows until one tries

Sometimes, even I’m afraid

Climbing mountains or any challenge

All the struggles and hindrance

There is always pros and cons

Of the things my mind comes up with

Shiny truth or reaching a dead track

Could be rewarding, could be frustrating

Birds still fly, ducks quacking

As I open my mouth, one never knows

Our mind’s brilliant with random thoughts

Connecting things and memories

All the secrets we keep, heartaches and pain

If glittering sayings or poison ivy comes out*

(c) ladyleemanila 2022

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Tenacity

Tenacity …by Mich Navajas

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Tenacity

we could be anything we want to be with the power of our minds we will see

how our dreams and our goals become a reality
‘though the road may not always be easy as one two three

i had my fair share of failures along the way
it was difficult it tested my resilience and tenacity

i relied on my courage and continued even in the absence of my strength

i fought back fearlessly over and over again for what i truly want

i am where i am now because i refused to stay where i was before

i am where i am now because i dared to move ahead even when the road was chaotic

i am where i am now because i stopped looking back and looked forward all the time

for nothing in this world can take the place of a powerful mind a tenacious…

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Collage

Collage by Jim Adams

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People like to group things when they perceive similarities or differences, and this helps to satisfy their need for understanding why things belong together, or why they don’t.  By arranging certain objects in a systematic manner, that makes them easier to handle.  When things are organized into groups, the properties of an object are illustrated more clearly and then you can contrast and compare these objects.  Humans see organized patterns in almost everything that we look at, and this is because our minds tend to detect and classify things based on certain rules.  A collage assembles different things together, and by doing this, it creates a new form of art, which is supposed to convey a message or an idea.

Let’s try to find the message here with the faded out black and white picture of the girl with the big lips wearing a bandana being shown with Stuart the…

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Screams Under The Supermoon

Screams under the Super Moon …. by Susie Bocks

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Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #235 & Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt – Strawberry Moon

A blood-tinged orb in the sky preceded the night’s events, foreshadowing death and destruction as the night unfolded; they chilled me to the core.

Bodies with deep, savage cuts, leaking their lives onto the grass, were littered everywhere—the green of the strawberry fields hidden beneath gallons of blood spilled.

My heart rate pulsed considerably higher than usual, my exhilaration palpable as I plotted the details of my next novel. With each sickening paragraph of the gore expressed, I felt more and more diabolical.

Sometimes, even I am afraid of the things my mind comes up with.How sick am I?

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Monotony

Monotony …by Aishwarya

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Image credit:- Saffu @ Unsplash

Monotony is meditation,

Monotony is meaningful,

Monotony is activity,

Monotony is anchor,

Monotony is life,

Monotony has a pattern,

Monotony means earth and sky,

Monotony means night and day,

Monotony means black and white,

When in unmindfulness, I see mindfulness,

When in stillness, I see conversations,

When in isolation, I see dreams,

Then I’d be celebrating monotony and not complaining.

62 words.

Acknowledgements:- Thank you Reena Saxena for hosting Reena’s Exploration Challenge #234 :- Theme:- Isolation, Communication, Conversations. Thank you Sadje for hosting What do you see challenge# 138. The above photo is the prompt. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

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Isolation, Communication, Conversations

Isolation, Communication, Conversations … by Artie

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Over ridges folds sands of memories
within time’s machine I reinvent myself
I was loved and I loved
then abused by intent, by indifference
connections seal moments eternal in amber
while goodness taken for granted fails
how good we had it then
but I barely knew the difference
I reach now, will you back?

RXC #234

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Prophecy

A brilliant Prophecy…

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the birds are restless
a new breeze from the mountains
tells of tomorrow.

thus the ravens cry
and call to the eastern skies
spare us from our fates.

the gods listen not
for what to come is written,
on an omen’s wind.

their wings rise no more
black feathers scattered and torn
the future has passed

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