subways have an eerie feelshafts of light show the pathascension to lightaccelerates the pace highway tunnelsgive other-worldly feelspeed limits remindof impending civilisation subconscious imprintsinstincts to thoughtsthoughts to actionjourneys of the mindconsciousness reigns Photo Challenge at MLMM Photo by Jakub Novacek on Pexels.com
craters inside me-retchunable to eject venomintensifyingfor centuries borrowed lightwashes meevery nightyet I awaitthe Magic Detox revolutions around Godgather darknessthen seek revengeby revealing the night’s secrets-Alien footstepstear me further apart It’s time to scatter myselfstitch shadows againinto a wispy wholeeliminating lightand all those secretsstolen by rocketsand the night What Do You See #236
I laugh at your avatarsall the drama you create to projectyour non-existent persona your smallness wants to walk backinto the shell, unable to keep upwith the pretence your sword is no matchfor my sophisticated armourpowerful, protective networks But… your lensesunable to containpiercing truthmagnify your inner flame the mirror in your handstops me in my tracksImpostor … Continue reading The Antagonist
you show storiesas manifestationof deep desiresor scare viewers awaywith the sight ofmonsters or victims It took me aeonsto figure outyour programmabilityI wish I knew moreabout the subconsciousback then… but you were aware ofmy vulnerability Image Credit: Rene Magritte, 1928 in Paris, France. OLN #360
a solar bombwrapped in cloudseclipsed at timesretains its shinelaughs at storieswith silent whines gauges, parametersinadequateto measure profundityof seeminglyundepleted energyfor centuriesor more is it falling apartwill it give way-finallyto dark ageswith man-madelight bombs? humanitywill facilitatelack of uniformityor predictability-someone’s follyanother’s blessing uneven structuresmanufacturedto preserve the fog-clarityis not everyone’selixir of life W3 PROMPT #104
I’m too bright to wear rose-tinted glassesI keep my vision clearbut wearing flowers around my eyessoftens the viewDid you say I’m the uncrowned queen?you need to tone up your visionHow could you miss the crownI’m born with?the crown that makes youlove or hate me Poetics
the stench of rotten memoriesmakes breathing difficultstuff well past its expiry datenurtured in empty potsdevoid of fertile soil,light and waterto fill up vacant hours,minds and heartsscreams loud. idle minds are devil’s workshopsis an adageoutworn, outdated-idleness devours happinessit consumes humanityif it ignores the purposeof existence-to march ahead-to discover lifeafresh, anew Weekend Writing Prompt #360
splashes of colour on a barren landscapethey reek of a fluid that belongs to veinsit will nourish the growth of so-called joywe believe that it will again find a place they reek of a fluid that belongs to veinspockets of happiness lost in the great streamwe believe that it will again find a placeaway from … Continue reading Pockets of Happiness
paint the sky turtleenable it to carry mebeyond rainbowsshake hands with the Universemiss the return flight let me enjoyresourceful vacationsto take me beyond myselfand all that is conceited enoughto contain me Moonwashed Weekly Musings
the sultriness of exam hallsthe whirring fan on topclocks ticking awaytill I submitted a summaryof memoryof all that I choseto remember or forget-anxiety dreams added sweaton seeing questions for whichI was unprepared But nowdreams tell different storiesof empty larders when guests arrivea missed flighta blinking lighta bank statementI’d rather not opentill the next check arrives … Continue reading Anxiety Dreams
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