Use this image as a prompt to create a post and reference back here. You can come back and share by posting your link in the comment section below. That’s it! Can’t wait to view your posts… Don’t Show It! It is deep rich shades of darkness filled with screams, cries and lamenting wails. It… Continue reading Photo Prompt #40: Don’t Show It!
Tag: Struggle
My coffee has no flavour
If we were having coffee I would share with you that my coffee has been without scent or flavour the last little while but I still reach for my mug and try to find comfort in the warmth it attempts to pump into me with every sip. My mother past early last week; it appears… Continue reading My coffee has no flavour
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The Wall
Invisible barriers that mark the past are a tall cold reminder till the last. When it finally comes time to say goodbye there will be no tears for any of them to cry. Too much has been said in the time they shared; the three of them so wrongly paired. In a demonstration of false… Continue reading The Wall
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Accompanied by Violent Twists
blinking, am I like her? silently, little girl where’s your mommy? peeled labels on the kitchen floor leading backwards in my memory, swirled and intermingled, we are one little girl * * * She always wanted to do right by me. She took me and left my… Continue reading Accompanied by Violent Twists
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A Fight
Walking alone through the eye of the storm oblivious to all together or torn. You see the future in shades of grey and hope that tomorrow will be the last day. Feeling the pain from betrayal and anger you pray that tomorrow truth will set in. You hear shouts and look around only to find… Continue reading A Fight
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Invading Dream
This is an excerpt from a piece I wrote in 1996. I am aware that when I original wrote the full piece of Invading Dream it was meant to be a reflection of an external stimuli that was a powerful negative force in my life at that time. As I read it now, this small… Continue reading Invading Dream
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Another Day
There is a place among us that I call home, in the broken splinters of a crystal dome where shattered dreams are mixed and matched and unborn loves are free to hatch. Memories walk here every day in feet of stone and bodies of clay. They hold tight to the fantasy land while fighting the… Continue reading Another Day
Brewing Coffee, Twisting Words & Breaking Pencils 