it all comes back on certain daysin a torrential downpouremotions, not just memoriesemotions lend credence to thoughts in a torrential downpourI feel submerged, but so aliveemotions lend credence to thoughtsI can feel it in my blood stream I feel submerged, but so aliveit all comes back on certain daysI can feel it in my blood … Continue reading Torrential Downpour #writephoto
More tantalising than love, more fertile than soil, more productive than the best consultant - Imagination will go with me. There will be time to discover if the afterworld meets my thoughts or not, and there will be more time to choose where do I go next. It is what I have not achieved that … Continue reading Library of Imagination
It is yet another session on identifying causes and symptoms of depression it made her feel sometimes. “It seems that some people enjoy being depressed,” opines a participant, “Life is too hard to face otherwise.” “We need to understand that antidepressants put them in a transitional phase, and effects need to be carefully monitored. One … Continue reading Sugar-coated
Time stopped many memories ago. Remnants of that frame of mind brings her back here again and again, knowing well that nobody will turn up, and she will return alone. Once again, she scans those messages - typed with the right emojis, scanned carefully for errors or ambivalence - lying in Drafts. https://only100words.xyz/2020/03/05/three-line-tales-week-214/
He who invented the law of gravity had not been blessed with pull from the top The apple imbalanced with the weight of tyrannical branches and unthinking leaves they swayed in obedience to the branch which in turn followed the wind The trunk acknowledged the wisdom of the roots, but paid obeisance to … Continue reading Apple
Confidence stems from familiarity. I’ve seen this before. It generates a ‘been there, done that’ feeling. undeterred by deepunfathomable darknesshe charges aheadclaustrophobic densityof the forest drives despair Picture libraries abound with expertise in visual deception. I travel with the lens, but cannot fly across the sky. borrowed vision showsamoebic interiorsyet conceal intentWhy did the maker … Continue reading Journeys
I unfold with carecrumpled pieces of paper-bins of memorystained with ink of washed storiesmock white deceptive blankness https://colleenchesebro.com/2020/03/03/colleens-2020-weekly-tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-167-poetschoice/
handsome to winsome to someone I wish I’d never met past whispers clash with monstrous atrocities in crossed lines on broken skin dissonance threatens to tear me apart and scream- till sound is banished from kingdoms of insanity https://amanpan.com/2020/03/02/eugis-weekly-prompt-winsome-march-2-2020/
broken lies my resolve to walk straight dressed in burden of expectations they still sit heavy on my being threatening to smother last-ditch efforts to retain individuality https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/03/03/photo-challenge-305/
I enjoyed the lull before the storm, but it’s over now. Fanaticism prevails. I’m as secular and liberal as I’ve always been, but the terms are now used in an abusive manner. I grew up in a Hindu household, with Muslim and Christian neighbours (two childless couples who treated me as a daughter), and we … Continue reading Martian
