my curiosity is my guide taking me on a path of discovery searching out something for the first time walking where others have trodden a million times i realize just how much there is to… More
the world wants one-liners
to solve sentences long problems
quick fixes and bandaids
on mortal wounds
is what got us here
The graduate strode confidently across the podium, careful to concentrate on her walk, not one misstep in those high heels. She reeked of true elegance, no denying it: a class act, that one.
I began to inflate the cushion. One last breath out, and it was ready to go. The Pranksters Extraordinaire Club would soon sing my praises. I had as good as won the bet to fly around the world. My eye had been on this prize trip for a long time.
Princess smiled at me and sat down. The phony fart blasted loudly. I smiled; she died. Delicious!
Sadje shares multiple truths in this piece. Enjoy! 🙂
Argue all you want, you cannot argue against reality
There are shades and hues of it, all true
Sometimes there is a preview available, but often
It strikes us unaware and catches us unprepared
If we mistake one angle of the story for absolute truth
We often lose our focus away from the real picture
The gradations of real life have to be watched as a whole
My world needs me to be aware of every nuance
The danger of living in the valley of make-believe
Can take me away from the advantage point
Ending up as a loser instead of being on the top
In response to the following prompts;
Word of the day Challenge;
Tuesday Writing Prompt;
Mike Martin had a reputation for being a hard boss. Not just your run-of-the-mill difficult but the exceptionally prickish kind. The people who worked for him took a lot of abuse – along with condescension, irrational demands, and a gross amount of unwillingness to compromise.
Quitting him meant you wore a badge of honor and ended up in the “I survived Mike Martin” Club! No more taking his shit, and your life would return to sanity once more.
Hurray! He just lost another employee. Poor unable-to-take-no-for-an answer Mike, pretty soon he’ll be an empire of one fending for himself.
measuring infinity’s length
traversing star held territory;
wrapped up in velvet darkness
bright stars blinking past
sharp solar light flares
slants between blue, wooded worlds;
the wideness of stars
no central anchor
world – keep moving
Freya Pickard is the Author of The Kaerling series, an epic fantasy set in the world of Nirunen. She writes mainly fantasy tales, with some poetry thrown in. She has published 13 e-books and 6 paperbacks and finds her inspiration in the ocean, beautifully written books, and vinyl music. You can find her poetry at Pure Haiku.
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we all come at things
our beliefs and perspectives
the positions we take
align properly or not
on what makes sense
regardless of posturing
you take and take
leaving me raw
on my emotions
you suck out
only for your sustenance
This is one of my favorites of my dear friend, Candice! Here’s to it gripping you to your core. 🙂
Lean in, listen, I will only say it once
the shame, prevents a repeat
I must learn, not to be the person I have
my love, I’m not the girl you think I am
I don’t know where she went
I just stepped out for a moment & everything was gone
she might have gotten old, lost her way
that’s what happened when you keep
getting in the way of yourself
i’ve been waiting years for the sun to rise
remember how I used to be such a good dancer?
it was the tempo we inherited in each others grace
we turned like sundials who responded to moonlight
it hurts to think of those times
your hands entwined in mine like forest branches
creating crowns from winter flowers
piano keys winding down, ebony and ivory shivering
as opposites tripping velvet usher of hope
connection is such a rare place to…
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Water droplets on the goblet trickled elegantly down the sand-etched Lady Liberty logo. There’s that word again—one spoken so often nowadays. Usually, by the ignorant, trigger happy, ready for the chance to kill something with their guns type people. Everyone else around doing the delicate dance of feeling frightened and acting normal when they meet them up close or see them approaching in the distance. Should we shy away or approach confidently? It’s a feeling of trying to breathe normally while feeling afraid, likely about to die. And why do they always try to make us feel like the loser?