I play with fire I don’t care for the wrath I incur Igniting minds is my passion (17 words) Weekend Writing Prompt #67
Uncaring
I asked someone else
I asked someone else they sneered at me I requested politely they took me for a ride I made a friendly gesture they warmed up a bit they ask me something I am now measuring returns …. SoCS
Second Skin
masking pain with acceptable expressions becomes me pretty second skin hides ugliness within
Conspicuous
overshadowed rays retreat for a short while to paint the canvas in different hues and colors conspicuous by absence Thursday Photo Prompt by Sue Vincent
I draw power
I kiss the gloves that protect me – from people who would love to attack from my concealed lack of self-confidence from my fear of failure from the voice that stops me sometimes. I kiss the gloves that propel me to overcome weakness to believe that I can take on the world to keep moving … Continue reading I draw power
Sugar-coated
“I reconstruct the ugliness of my world every day”, famously said the junkie. “I channelize emotions in a constructive manner”, says the writer. “I get people hooked to seeing glam versions of themselves”, boasts the honcho of a social media platform. “I work very hard at getting people de-addicted”, moans the therapist. The reality of … Continue reading Sugar-coated
Unknown destinations
I am tired, drained out…. I desperately wish this is the last phase of life. I came here to speak to the dead. I came here to seek inclusion in their world. After all, they are the only ones who lie in peace. I see their perspective, and know what they missed out on. I … Continue reading Unknown destinations
Celebrate again
It is New Year How new is really new? celebrate again Celebrate again future waits at every turn charm of the unknown charm of the unknown beguiles hopeless life to breathe on - and search It is New Year Celebrate again Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
Lone Ranger
regrets, wounds, complaints dealt with, being true to self lie done and dusted. I move ahead- lone Ranger in search of fresh ambitions In other words, done at Patricia's Place
Guilty pleasure
She could neither cook nor bake, but her husband had been fine with it. They could afford domestic help, and he was a chef par excellence. She felt compelled to cheat in her eighties now. She ordered stuff from the nearby bakery, and messed up the kitchen to show she had been working. She longed … Continue reading Guilty pleasure
