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
now I know what really got to methose demons of yore that don't let me breathedark shadows so often surround my thoughts critical voices suffocated methey wanted me frozen in moulds or wreathsnow I know what really got to methose demons of yore that don't let me breathe Thoughts are just branches of a worn-out … Continue reading Outburst
my mother failed to see some lineswhen she held my pudgy palm;she kissed a smooth, unblemished cheeknot knowing what would grow on it-lines of experiencewhere she would have no partshe held me up in the airI was her work of art her innocence failed to perceivea blank canvason which life would paint storiesetch lines not … Continue reading Motherhood
You’re on a mission to spread your message, enslave thought processes and make people do what you want them to do. The population is unaware of what they are subjected to. Your weapons come in the guise of an identity crisis, religious fervour, conspiracy theories and constructed fear. There will be moments when you feel … Continue reading Motivation
a full moon ride; corners shed lightbring the core into focus rightjust float out; there's no space to hideemotions burst; discretion fightsdon't let the situation slidecorners shed light; a full moon ride MTB: The Sparrow as Starlet
Are you God? And why are youa formless voice? Look at the parachute; the sky humsIt is fluffy, it is grey, it feels like a cloudBut it will take you to places unknown So, shall I abandon the skywalk and jumpunsupported into un-space unknown? Aren’t you abandoned, Sunita? You are homelessplanet-less, and nothing pulls you … Continue reading Astronaut
watch me float awaynothingness beckonsI can’t recallWhere or when (things past)I dropped the ball Art by Gertrude Abercrombie Write to the prompt hosted on 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
overvaluationhappenswithin closed circles frogs in wellsset amphibian rulesfor terrestrial, aquaticsand aviators standard operating proceduresobstruct excellencebeyond boundaries I set new rules every day.-no change or deletionlife accelerateson positive paths whatever is left behindis an irrelevant pastovercoming is not a negation MTB at dVerse
It feels like a stampede – tired feet crushing the sidewalks in search of something they cannot find. As dusk gathers, the unspoken question in jaded thoughts is, “Are they condemned to keep walking in the dark?” She thought of Sisyphus. Did he have a choice to break the code and let the boulder go … Continue reading ReInvention
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