Pensive tides ….. by Radhika
I have written 2 haiku for Reena’s picture prompt. They can be read in continuity or as two distinct haiku.
Abusive childhood
wallflower disposition
behavior issues
Orphanage to home
contemplative reflection
family at last?
Reflection …by Susi Bocks
Inspired by Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt – Envy & Reena’s Exploration Challenge #218
wants forcing our hand
deliberate pondering
envy guides a way
Boy in reflection ….by Ramya Tantry
New place, new home, new people
I wonder whether I will make friends here.
Or will it be just me and the boy in the reflection again?
Of love and time …. by Jude Itakali
Time chimes in my mind
I think of then, now, and when
Always in slumber and often in waking, I peruse perception’s many doors.
Through memory, imagination, and hope
I find ambition, inspiration, and fear
But there is one door I will never open again;
And that door is LOVE!
You!
My curse
Dreams disperse
As love destroys
For better, and for worse!
I once pondered on Hellen’s ploy
Her plight they say brought the downfall of Troy
Sympathy and suspicion surround lies so true
When a loved one wields you, as Love’s decoy
When Time chimes; plays you like a toy
Till heart and bliss averse!
And love turns coy
Pain rehearsed
Hope’s farce;
You!
Everything about her was a lie
And now that door will not open
My heart remains an island, hoarding its bounty
Waiting…
-judeitakali-
Hey everyone. I hope you enjoy this. I…
View original post 78 more words
Character sketch of a lie ….by Indira
Prompt#216
We have an image here, but the task is not just to write a story or poem about the picture or spirit of the picture.
You need to imagine this as a character in a story plot and write about her.
———————————————————-
The lies she can tell
Without batting an eyelid
With innocent face
She can fool the over smarts
Who brag about their wisdom
Her smile is false too
Like her false melancholy
She knows very well
How chivalrous people
Like a damsel in distress
As they get a chance
To show off their valiancy
Empathize, someone,
Makes…
View original post 36 more words
Lie …. by Mich
Lie
everything about her is a lie
starting off with her big charming smile
down to her notorious strong profile
and her perfectly empowered life.
everything about her is a lie
she covered it with her sweetest glow
hiding all the pains of being beaten so low
of silently wanting to scream out loud.
everything about her is a lie
she had to make a false show
a pretense for everyone to know
that she is better than being okay.
everything about her is a lie
and maybe one day she’ll
learn to figure out the hell
she is trapped with for long.
There was much consternation in the family when he had said “yes” to her.
It was an arranged meeting set up by his maternal grandfather. Even though his parents were reluctant to go ahead with his ‘seeing’ the girl, as she was dark-complexioned, they couldn’t say no to his grandfather.
He had found her utterly charming, witty as well as feisty. He could easily see himself spending his life with her.
“But bhaiya**, why did you say yes? asked his younger sister curiously. “You know mom wants a chand ka tukda jaisi bahu!” ***
He laughed heartily and replied,”But choti****, she is chand ka tukda! When you look at her you realise, it is a moon wrapped up in brown paper.”
Looking at her bewildered expression, he winked conspiratorially, “You won’t understand, choti!” Then added, “Just wait till you meet her then you will know.”
Written for dVerse. Today’s host…
View original post 121 more words
Deep well
Living waters
Springing up from my heart
Overflowing with life washing
Away
The dross
Of toxicity threatening
To destroy the essence
Of what is me
Sing on
Sketchy characters – A lie …..by Artie
The week following our endless evening was a roller coaster ride of hushed calls from unsearchable phone numbers, secretive meetings at obscure establishments and inopportune embraces. Our long involved conversation in Lisa Lund’s Gin Joint back corner booth culminated with a brief but passionate kiss and promises. At various points she said her name was Lilith, but in her family she was called Vashti after her grandmother because they were so much alike although I could call her Saskia because that’s what her father had wanted to name her and her friends had found that out so started calling her that and we were of course going to be friends if not much more. And then, a week later, over potato pancakes and mid-day lager at the Polish Pottery History House’s lower level backroom diner (the best, check it out) her purse fell as she went for the lavatory; she…
View original post 101 more words
Terror in the attic …. by EM Kingston
Before reading, know that there are abuse triggers in this text. If you are easily triggered by stories of abuse, please read carefully. Big hugs 🤗
Eileen was hesitant to open the door leading up to the attic because she was afraid when she got up there she might find…memories that she had suppressed for a very long time. Even the thought of entering the house alone was bad enough, but that attic was somewhere she really never wanted to be again.
When she finally opened the door, all the bad juju that rested in the attic when she left came rushing back into her mind. That was a place of terror for Eileen. Always has been… and always will be.
It was the house that she grew up in, and it wasn’t like she wanted that part of her childhood revisited…
View original post 340 more words
Creative Experiments and More 