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PROMPT #225

Image Credit: Okalinichenko

What does this image inspire in you? Let it all flow out. Create order in what appears to be disorder.

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The old typewriter sat forlorn in the attic, neglected. Mom wanted to throw it or give it away because, let’s be practical here, she said, who uses a typewriter anymore? But dad was adamant that it should not be touched. This was an ongoing battle among them. Having heard my dad’s defense of this machine so many times, my curiosity was piqued. I decided to check it out.

Though it was old, the typewriter still gleamed in the dull light from the attic window. I touched the keys and they moved smoothly, without any issues that most old machines have. On a whim, I inserted a page in it and typed a few words. To my amazement, the typewriter came to life, it’s…

I Am Me

i take kindness on a different level
believing even when the worst is up
against my face.

i have faith in all that is good even when confronted by the bad and by the worst
around me.

i prefer order over chaos as it is what drives me sane the most.

i don’t like confrontations as it definetely will lead to nothing but agonizing shade throwing and blame shaming.

i love to make people happy by means of giving even when they seemed to be disturbingly arrogant and unforgiving.

i stay away from non sense arguments
and discussions because it’s even
pointless to begin with.

it’s not an issue if you don’t like me as i don’t expect to be loved by everyone else it doesn’t bother me at all.

you can hate me you can curse, and i remain true to myself.

but if you don’t…

An old fashioned typewriter, and I remember learning to type on something very similar. It was a heavy, made out of metal, and I used to carry it up a flight of steep wooden stairs. I was fourteen, and my parents thought it would be a good idea to learn to type.

I fell down those stairs when I was the same age. I’m not sure how I fell, just that two weeks later, I couldn’t get up off the sofa. My back had seized, and I couldn’t even stand up straight. I chipped one of my bones in my spine. It is okay now, but if I am coming down with a cold, my back will ache.

Being able to type fifty words per minute is handy as a writer. I can produce pages of writing (first draft always rubbish though) and I can write a whole chapter in…

Inspired by Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt – Surreal & Reena’s Exploration Challenge #225

my muse leads me down a magical path
into a land of the surreal
yet laced within reality

thoughts of wisdom emerge
intertwined in the insanity
a balance of this and that

finding meaning in words
gives us precious guidance
poetry is insight given and paths taken

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #224

PROMPT#224

1.

1. If I were an app….

2. Quote

Ethics is knowing the difference between what you have a right to do, and what is right to do.

Peter Stewart

Choose one or both, and write whatever comes to mind.

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Oscillating 

like a

pendulum

between

what I have a right to do

and

what is right to do

justice is delayed

the mad wolves

roaming free

harming many

the solution is simple

like mad dogs

they must be shot dead

but

do I have the right to do

even if it is

the right thing to do