Poetry

slippery rocks icy water unsteady gait chasing shady secrets and buried treasures   I trust the one who holds my hand and shares the greed hoping one instinct does not overlap another.   structured bonds of partners in crime as organic as greed can be I learn about human nature walking behind the waterfall   … Continue reading Walking behind the waterfall

Back-stabbing surgery crunches into scabs displaying fine artistry of woven faith to prepare the surface leaving faint memories ripe for takeover by a plastic surgeon.   Wounds bloom into scars life lessons for targets bouquets for those who deserve trust and brickbats for the unsuspecting.   (44 words)  

Did I see My shadow there? It does not look like me. disfigured, disconnected, mutilated by objects in between   Mirrors have different ‘effects’ cameras have filters and lenses. How do I recognize my own ‘self’’? devices have so dulled my senses.     I seek a mirror which to mould to my shape realtime, … Continue reading Sunday Writing Prompt #231 “Quotes by Alan Watts”

inking desires fantasies unfulfilled wishes or commemorating golden moments   thoughts spilling out assuming crazy forms expressions I can’t use in conversations or social interactions   words infusing spirit adding flavor to my day giving a high writing will always be be a pleasure without guilt.   #SoCS

fragility of waves corroding stone the venom generated with each dispersion in the vastness of mixed waters.   life being nurtured in the underbelly of polluted waters and helpless shores peeps through to regenerate faith   gods and anti-gods man the  gates to incarcerate soul and spirit and yet creation outsmarts destruction.   #writephoto

Below them, the dark streets beckoned with crimson light   Scarlet desires ignoring dark exploitation for a brief moment before the stars stop twinkling and hope disappears into oblivion.   Vultures swoop to nibble on dead meat their dreams buried in purple netherlands where flashes of desire intoxicated power descend to the depth of spent … Continue reading First Line Friday

I stand in a whirlpool awestruck, moonstruck feet encircled by storms virgin sand beneath wriggles away   the deflowered shore washed by receding tides flaunts scattered, ragtag remains of a fleeting romance   wild waves, uncontrolled disintegrate midway reflect weeping stars aftermath of wanderlust   https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2017/11/18/weekend-writing-prompt-29-random/

Life moves at a speed unknown with unease open to different interpretations subjectivity   Time moves appears to move with the clock steadily sees us pass through calendars equanimity   Minds move analysing capturing scattered bits and reconstituting objectivity   Shadorma November Day 14

I have stopped wishing for fulfilment of what I wish I had never wished   I have stopped regretting moves which were right then but later, I wished had never happened.   No more fantasies of fairy tale endings which I wish were realistic.   I have stopped trying to turn back the clock I … Continue reading I Wish

Is this a ritual, an addiction or habit? Seeing you, meeting you and chatting away…. Getting newsy tidbits, with political analysis What really mattered, was the words you did not say. You sure talk faster than I do But the pauses gave you away.   Words are spontaneous, silence premeditated. You made a conscious choice … Continue reading The Uninhabitable Spaces Between Us