i hope i leave this worldpretty and not in the sensethat i’ve treated it well(although i did)with my presence and not that i vainly want to be good looking when i do i mean i… More
This piece can take you in many directions, but for me, it resonates that this is a story of a woman who is in control of her life. What does it say to you?
Within her hands she holds the key
To unlock this forest’s mystery
But she is the only one to know
Will never let these secrets go
Though another lies in wait
For that perfect moment, unlock the fate
Of all who dwell within these woods
To release the forest’s ghostly goods
At last she senses, this maiden fair
Of who he is, she best beware
As he creeps closer, where she stands
And reaches out his unearthly hands
In hopes he can retrieve this key
Believes it belongs to only he
One more step, he is oh so near
And just like that, she disappears
Never able to uncover the mystery
It is locked away, the key, with she.
I began to pour the whiskey; the drought detrimentally hits my psyche. My melancholy was a symbol of how low things had gotten.
Yet, the history of farming has shown us we could still get a sign that things would get better; maybe we will eventually have a week of rain where our crops would thrive, and we could slide into the red with our harvest. Our human rights end as we want to experience them, end with the constant onslaught of a tested life, bringing hardship to the people. Thankfully, the government helps us during these crises with subsidies.
The sound of you vibrates love.
Featured on Short Story Saturday, read by Matt Snyder. The spoken story continues!
The Brighton Plaza Cinema 5/2/21 – Seth
Seth was looking forward to watchingHead Hunting, the reviews were top-notch, and he was definitely into seeing some bloody action this afternoon. Rotten Tomatoes highly recommended the movie, plus some of his friends said he should take in a show but not take his girlfriend as she would probably faint with all the slasher content. Seeing how she was spending the day with her girlfriends, it was the perfect time to see it.
He paid for his ticket and got situated in his seat. Seth had a habit of sitting at the end of the row, next to the walkway. That way, he could quickly get up to visit the restroom, if necessary. He despised bothering people. Looking around the theater for the first time, he noted the nostalgic feel of it; possibly the peeling…
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Try it, you’ll really like it!
Italian pasta salad,
my favorite dish
but also my family’s.
provolone, and more.
It tastes so
What a unique poetry style. That was fun!
those alive continuously waver back and forth
experiencing one or the other
and inhabiting this space
in each and every shade in between
maybe it will be the tragic stain of black
covering them entirely in darkness
or perhaps the gentle brilliance of the sun
lifting them into the light
as their canvas layers thicken with experience
dabbed hopefully also with acceptance and grace
they come away with their unique shading
blending the opposing colors of the spectrum
I fell in love with this simple yet complicated image. It’s as if the struggle of existence was captured precisely but also the ease of it at times. Maybe I’m reading more into it than I should but it definitely drew me in. I hope you enjoy it.
As always Candice puts her soul on the page. Her writing, intense and almost feral, always leaves me breathless, and yet sighing for the want she stirs. Oof…
My days of corpulent debauchery
may never have begun
but when I close my eyes
I lie inside of you like an opal
reflecting your urge for living
like a night light needful of no power source
you radiate energy as
a feral creature might fight
for its life caught in snare
the abundance of your desire
fills my emptiness with electric skies
your skin holds the damp of sex like a flower
urging me to break free of fear
consume your longing with my own
the meeting of our bodies breaking against
each other with the force of pent hunger
just one smile and I am on my knees
thirsting for your power over me
there is nothing I wouldn’t offer
even the pulsing vein in my neck
to subsist in your magnetism
where suddenly, life itself seems alive
and I can hear every cricket
every night creature stirring
the movement of you
and how I am terrified
and run through with
hello fellow bibliophile what is your recommendation what is the latest you've read perhaps i would like it too books are always a cause for celebration more stimuli for our fantasies more reflection in our souls and i get to add another ten to the twenty already on my side table
if only getting to the other side
was as easy as stepping over the jagged rocks
into a picture frame of natural perfection
happiness and grace seem utterly within reach
fostering desires of leaving behind what’s pulling us back
with concerted efforts we move ourselves forward to a better place
while our surroundings may be deceiving us
intention towards fulfillment is not
being travellers towards our destiny brings the fortune we are deserving of