I count time to face Death once again look at it in the eye silently with unseen strength I’m not doomed I muddled through life uncoached unprepared but I will own Death with sharp precision there it comes with hope of resurrection and redemption (44 words) Quadrille #56 at MLMM
I am yours, said God I stared unbelievingly the apparitions challenging my personal truths were allowed to let go Colleen's Weekly Tanka #Tuesday Poetry Prompt Challenge In other words, unbelievable at Patricia's Place
delusions of ownership hurt who are you to hold one life in captivity for eternity? you did not choose to be here that does not make it less real than an individual making a choice holding on to air you once breathed is inane molecules undergo transformation in dynamic worlds Sunday Writing … Continue reading Stale Oxygen
PAIN weakens resistance violence and hunger being stripped of dignity perpetuates slavery “Apathy, sores and scars that hurt” Saturday Mix at MLMM
Welcome to Week 35! What does this quote inspire in you, or remind you of? It could be a personal situation like the crimes committed by a family member. It could be a political, business or corporate situation. It could be a social or environmental issue, that you feel strongly about. In short, it … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 35
emerge from darkness slither up new environs serpentine moves to mark deceptive windows some minds engineer a venomous existence Thursday Photo Prompt #writephoto
Peace is what I seek from outside Me You rebel and resent being framed to help Me Decastich Challenge
What happens when a metaphor is negative? I have taken brickbats, and think that I can defend my own interest, only by wreaking havoc on the world. The spirit of revenge and destruction defines me. The metaphor that I give myself, and how others see me can well be different. I may discover an angel … Continue reading Spin
power lust or thirst always drove her to fight hard battles galore she lies in the coffin at last, at peace with life In other words, at last at Patricia's Place
I travel on pre-planned rail maps adventure growing up is fun peaks and mountains beckon I chart my own path fluffy clouds race in opposite directions grind is harder I float on clouds heady trips on metal wings finally there but wait, space beckons beyond planets and skies lure of the unknown Heeding … Continue reading Journeys
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