Doors that open or closeDoors that respond to knocksor don’t-each door hides a storystories that deserve a mentionor a coffin underground Did their hearts stop beatingor I chose to un-listen?-decibels well-adjustedbelow my hearing range Did they migrate to receptive soilsor transmute to strange forms?Each act of mine speaks volumes.Each word echoes the underground What lies … Continue reading Ab initio, Ad Infinitum
They had a closed mind, those blokesnever let me complete when I spokeYet, they attracted people like fliesThey were the hub with many spokesI often wondered what made them tickthey never let another perspective stick They wore Teflon, they were the Gods They presented faces, serene and calmhealed broken hearts with words like balmNarcissist streaks … Continue reading Teflon-Coated
Beats get louder, split concrete veinsSound storms in fluorescent skies Faster, faster…. yells the trainerMomentum does wondersYou saw the headless bikeron a machine running on built-in power The music stopped with a thudThe doors opened with a bangRhythms gallopedlike hoofbeats on polished floorsand soon, he faced an empty gym I need to give examples betterto … Continue reading Examples that fire
Rebellion is never planned, just like a volcano issues no warnings or threats. It just erupts when the heat gets unbearable. No whisper warns, no tremor speaksbut molten rage begins to leak If there is no apparent provocation, there is a deep, unseen, unheard resentment seeking expression. The fire within, long held at bay,now claws … Continue reading Resentment
there is another wall between you and meBrute Powerwith all its ignoranceand megalomania I think we’ll let the wall goand adopt some other mediaLet your wisdom shine throughbite-sized contentGenZ revels in itothers get used to ityou can destroy a blocknot tiny particles scatteredthrough the stratosphere maybe we will reach somewhere,we did not intend tomaybe someone … Continue reading Light in the Attic
Welcome back! SPECIAL MENTION Michelle Navajas My Coffee Could Be My Friend or Foe my coffee could be my best friend—or my foe,it offers peace, a pause, a gentle glow.a quiet breath, a moment’s sweet escape—yet often sends me back through time and shape. to days when people carved their names in spite,their words like … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #402
Silence needs to be a relaxed space Yet, I toss and turn in the gaps filled with gravel, spears and spikes Fear and Memory hold tight – Yikes Words hang from walls like serpents in caves they don’t need a tongue; they come in waves Six Sentence Stories
the soil breathesparched a littlebut devoid of wetness-So does my dogas he prances around carefreekicking his feetand moving in circles I like wearing sunglassesumbrellas are back in drawerswith the cloudsand here comes alongwarnings and a red alertthe drawers vibrate with a rumbling soundin an attempt to regain life Cyclone Shakti is on the waycan keep … Continue reading October
A glittering inviteto Baes and Boosfor a nightof fun and boozeflummoxed me for a whiletill I called my Beau to escort methe old-fashioned wayand he obliged with a smile"Of course, dear, you comeBefore Anyone Else" Quadrille #233
wistfulnessrules, young hearts promiseto find theirway back homefragile time stretches a handdemands remembrance What Do You See #309 This song has been the inspiration https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iihDX0bN0qY
