“The greys appear disconnected from the greens…. almost like a superimposed picture.” “Excellent clue! The grass is trimmed. There is somebody inside.” “Or outside, wanting to get in…” “The myth of the ogre will live on…..” Petrified, I saw my new friend change form and lunge at me… (279 characters) Twittering Tales #85
perceptions from a long dead past your notions of what you want me to be, but I’m not completely clouded my present mindsets and dreams what I am deepest core which wants lasting partnerships remains lost to you JSW Prompt
indulgence in forbidden dreams led me to paths unknown with no promised gardens, but seeds to last aeons Tuesday Chatter Weekly
The hunt begins for resources wilting willpower forgotten friends tricky time money stashed away for a rainy day I’m drawn to paths less travelled which were forsaken long ago in quest of something known but never found Yes, it rained dreams on me yesterday Quadrille #57
grassiness of grounds beneath me hard corns on bleeding, stumbling feet speak of decades passing by play of haves and have-nots heartbeats of cities ignoring rants awaiting better days Weekly Writing Challenge #142
fragile moments tear apart love from life heartbeats give away Ronovan Writes
I resent being invaded, but host all external invaders. why push the oars through fragmented waters of my mind uninterrupted flow of blue waves belies unsavory secrets lying below where your oars cannot reach I disguise and rename whatever I cannot put out of sight I prefer to call it dark reflections of disturbed skies … Continue reading Exposure
whither authenticity? we soon learn to fall in line it is tact, not duplicity when you ask, I say I’m fine I stumbled too, but only once I don’t enjoy being called a dunce all masks constructed carefully I choose the most appropriate which takes me to the right gate it’s a life … Continue reading Masked
