Drumming the moss, I listened for the sound of where the delicious mushrooms were hiding amidst the sounds of the forest’s peace. I continued to hunt for the main ingredient for dinner for another hour. The mud clung to my boots,… More
Divination
Inspired by Moonwashed Weekly Prompt #127 – Infinite &
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #265 – You live in a world where no gods exist.
for every mind conscious
there are infinite depictions
of what a god is
or what gods aren’t
every shape and form
every sort of dogma
every possibility of the imagination is presented
for humanity’s consumption
some believe there is one
others believe there are many
and more and more think
you live in a world where no gods exist
our world endures such ugliness
with deaths in the millions
from violence, cancer, abuse, war, starvation
and so many more atrocities
if a god or gods did exist
why would they allow
this fermentation of hideousness
to fester unchecked rather than abolish it
perhaps we live in a world where no gods exist
Reblogs – Penny Wilson & VJ Knutson
As writers and poets, our work reveals our response to the people, places, and things we encounter. Sometimes, we provide wisdom too. But mostly, we unveil who we are.
Who You Read On the Page by Penny Wilson
Who you read
on the page
is a process
of excavating
one’s mind
Perhaps
not your
mind
But
the writer’s
You
aspire
to unveil
the meaning
interpret
the intent
I am gregarious
initiator
risk-taker
eagerly anticipating
the unknown
But the subconscious
alights on old stories
gathers sanctimonious
rumours of unworthiness
spits out shame
and rage
Reveals the truth –
I am vulnerable.
Gains
Redux
expand into your uncomfortable zone
relish the anguish
capture your strength
propel into your future
just because you dared
Originally published 8/19/2018 on I Write Her. Posted here with revisions.
Tempted
Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #170
dreams show perfection
grass being greener and all
rather be lucid
The Hunted
The lockdown commenced. I had to cut the door with the arc welder, not using my craft for construction but rather for destruction. The sparks bit into my flesh, leaving burn trails blistering on my fingers. But it was a worse danger trapped here behind glass and steel.
Gathering my might, I punched out the square etched in the door. I wouldn’t condone the murder of innocent people. It was time to disrupt “The Hunt“ the psychopaths organized annually. They thought it fun to watch the challenge of people attempting to escape only to suffer and die trying.
Not today.
The Reason
The Favorites
it takes time and circumstance
to find the right ones
just the few steadfast
handful of friends
the ones who are our strength
and also our cover
shielding us from attacks
wrapping us up in their arms
emanating all the love
our tired and aching psyches need
going through trials and tribulations
it separates the wheat from the chaff
and when those friends prove themselves
over and over again
cherish those
for they will be by your side for the duration
Note: While I wish some of the human race would get their shit together, it’s not likely to happen in my time. For this reason, I generally don’t like people, but I love the ones that I like.
You
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #264 & Moonwashed Weekly Prompt #126 – Evolve
While this is not a new creation, both Reena and Eugenia prompted me to revisit this piece and bring it new life. 🙂
birth delivers an unknown entity
and life begins yet again
you start to exist
the business of life
is to evolve
into your best form
the goal is to reach
a physical peak
then head to the inevitable conclusion
during your stay
your personality
the essence of you
continues to be shaped
by the experiences, tools, and influences along the way
daring to live
requires enhancing it
doing it your way
requires courage
i hope you find joy in it along the way
Originally published 5/23/2018 on I Write Her. Presented here with revisions.
Reblogs – Anonymously Hal & Penny Wilson
I realize that our struggles will affect us differently, but perhaps we keep in the back of our minds to not let the darkness color our hope. Of course, we can’t always control our biology by instinct alone. Do whatever it takes to find your peace.
I never settled on gray…
I settled on viridian.
I settled on a
romanticized intensity
seeped in tender
sophistication,
in hopes to cloak
the darkness and
cravings for desolation…
H.O.P.E. = Hold On. Pain Ends.
Ugly Ways
Silent deception
Confident chicanery
You smiling bastard
Hard hit to the heart
Foreign reality now
Weight of lies broke me
Forever altered
Gazillion hurt pieces
Difficult to breathe
Difficult to live
Struggling to survive in pain
Dark for a long time
Originally published 8/17/2018 on I Write Her.
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