words of fire singe my skinbut the winter insidedoes not let them in a surgeon suturesmy broken interiorswalks outhead hung low the last breathlike a serpent’s hissrocks my existenceliberates the soulfrom quietnessto high-activity zones Quadrille #224
congealed stains on sheetsconceal words I bleed all night I struggle to liquefy the mass,reach the same creative statebetween consciousness and blissas an alternative to light Neither can I beat darknessnor wash the sheetslest I lose unwritten poems Quadrille #222
stories in the starstake light years to reachI contemplatetheir entrenchmentin midnight blue skies It washes indigo stainson my soulto reveal a coreblending with starsas they would look now hope igniteswhere dawn blendswith fading moonlight Quadrille Monday at dVerse
a turn of phraseintended to be a hintevolved into a story -the blackening Sunmisguides the world-a pink unicornwalks the night sky-sculptors, writersand painterscollaborateto depicta post-apocalyptic world Baba Vanga confesses-she understatedwhat she saw Baba Vanga Quadrille #216 Photo Challenge #552
truth filters in like light shaftsfrom the branches of an old treeunsure of survival-fearing intense focuswhen the tree is choppedwith a political axeby opportunist woodcutters truth shrinksmakes way for darkness-parallel existenceleaves onlookersin a quandary Quadrille #210
endless unquenched thirstfor artsy lines and wordstired eyes behind glassesperk up with curious glances weary feet drag a mindto scan a library, findundiscovered treasuresin hidden measures the undying vampirelights firesfails to sleep-a quest so deep Quadrille #208 - Undead to the World Photo Challenge #533
they rise at inopportune momentsto spoil a party, destabilize bondsthrow life into disarrayeverything feels incomplete, imperfectsuddenly revealed lacunaethreaten to engulf contentmentachievement, sacrament emotions in deep slumberrising from subconsciousholding grudgesdestroys all that you builtover decades Quadrille #196
I dare to dreamof limitlessnessof the mindnot being able to recallwhere I kept my glasseswakes me up I dream of the right leverto change the ailing worlda pinch of realityon my ambitious armpins me down Quadrille #193 hosted at dVerse by whimsygizmo
capturing a mindset on pagescelebrating or denigrating itleaving it open with questionstakes a piece of the writer with it a sketch takes perspectivesof the artist -yetviralityis a clickon transient screenslike shapeless splashes of inkon time Quadrille #190
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