-pierced by accusations-being held to rulesmeasured against normsset by others -I shock themwith my audaciousness-I bleed confessionsof knowing what I wantbeing myself-nothing more-nothing less Weekend Writing Prompt
Audacity
-pierced by accusations-being held to rulesmeasured against normsset by others -I shock themwith my audaciousness-I bleed confessionsof knowing what I wantbeing myself-nothing more-nothing less Weekend Writing Prompt
problems need solutionscomplaints ask for resolutionwe tend to duck and crawl aheadand recommend dissolution complaints ask for resolutionwe don't take the bull by the hornand recommend dissolutionthe path not taken haunts us forever we don't take the bull by the hornproblems need solutionsthe path not taken haunts us foreverwe tend to duck and crawl ahead … Continue reading No ducking
when does the heinous happen?glorifying the intellectbecoming captive to cognitivelost in thinking, reasoning, repeating glorifying the intellectwe lose connection with the soullost in thinking, reasoning, repeatingwe believe only what can be proved we lose connection with the soulwhen does the heinous happen?we believe what can be provedbecoming captive to cognitive Weekend Writing Prompt #306
HR guys, gear up! Employees are sacked at 2 a.m., in midst of an official call or found themselves locked out of their id. Will you be able to recruit in the same manner? Make it up. Weekend Writing Prompt #304
breathtaking are viewsfrom the top; it takes guts towalk on those terrains Weekend Writing Prompt
spring is round corners againhe digs deep for dead remainslooks for autumn leaves driedblooming treetops sing a tune he digs deep for dead remainsemotions became sand dunesblooming treetops sing a tunethey never meet autumn or rains emotions became sand dunesspring is round corners againthey never meet autumn or rainshe looks for autumn leaves dried Weekend … Continue reading Spring is round the corner again
I gauged midnight by the intensity of starlight and journey of the moon. Then, life happened and I counted miseries, awaiting dawn. Stars can sense the sun waiting on the other side. I wonder why others count the number of years I’ve lived on earth, when I carry the essence of time inside me. I … Continue reading Elevate
darkness deepensas saturnine instinctsof inmatesgather steam Are they violent, eviljealous or depressed?Are they buriedunder their own issues,or hate me enoughto attack, to vilifyfor no reason? Whatever the causeI can’t find the Sundaylight just disappearsdarkness deepens Weekend Writing Prompt
If her writing style was jejune, so was her lifestyle. Yet, she connected incredibly well with her readers. We relate to familiar stuff. It’s not always about a phantasmagorical world.
The key drops with a thud on the cold floor. Beads of sweat on her forehead glisten in the sun. She has been warned against touching the ancient treasure. Her ancestors guard it in form of snakes and scorpions, and woe begone to anyone who goes near … or so the locals say. There is … Continue reading Folklore