She found leisure in the simplest pleasures. A soft breeze’s draft, a summer bloom waft… Any tickle of her senses or the comfort of silence. She didn’t need anything or anyone… Just for the sun to rise up and set down! Simplicity, her chanted motto. Her only wish, her ultimate goal! Via today’s…… Continue reading Summer Simplicity…
Dragged by tangled hair, oblivious and unaware. Hatred uncalled for, violence unnecessary. Insidious referee, granting mercy no more… You made your own damned wicked rules, turned me to ridicule… Beat me to the ground! Robbing me of precious self-worth, you served me with your Kangaroo court! Via today’s Word of the Day…… Continue reading Kangaroo court…
She ate melancholy by the spoon, directly from the jar… All her aprons stained with sorrow scars… Knittting misery mittens and misery scarfs. Making sigh-beads Necklaces alone In the dark… Not a shriek, not a squeal, not a howl… Just waiting for the night, to take her final bow.
Bright white canvas standing in the middle of the room, longing to become a story. My hands, queezing out the paint, like anecdotes, not quite interesting on their own, but intriguing when intertwined… I run the silky brushes’ hair on my palm, tickling the dormant artist in me. I mix the colors slowly. Memories…… Continue reading The artist…
Strident, this screaming silence… Lonely howl in the night. You lament, killing credence, hopeless craving to fight. Seeking the surface Scratching the walls Searching through darkness Squirming and all Strident, The blinding pain, shaking your whole body Patience, useless and vain… Life no more a symphony. Via the Word of the Day Challenge’s…… Continue reading The Cry…
They said I don’t belong, that I am an alien to their shallow, insipid world. My foreign words, my foreign ways, too exotic for their average minds… They said, they said, they said a lot but I didn’t listen. Though they disapproved I Don’t take offence… I am my own hero, I rampage! I…… Continue reading Renegade…
Beautiful, shiny, tempting warmth, oh how I long for your sweet arms! Drawn to you in the moonless night darkness… Dreaming of your most tender caress. But I know that with it comes death. And of life I don’t wanna be teft! So I’ll let their butterfly looks charm you. And their bright colored…… Continue reading She Spider…
How had she managed to even get there? Wrapped in her raincoat, she felt uneasy sitting on the park bench. The recent shower had driven most people away, but there were still too many pedestrians going about, to her liking. What if someone she knew walked past her? What if someone randomly stopped to…… Continue reading The hermit – part 7
One of the things she liked the best about her new reclused life, was her midday bathing ceremony. Before, lunchtime was just that. Time for lunch. A biologically imposed pause in the chaos of society. People had to eat. Everyone stopped for a brief moment, stuffed themselves with bland food, and rushed back to work.…… Continue reading The hermit – part 6
The midday sun licked the building’s facade. For a moment, he paused to think that there couldn’t have been less of a Peruvian influence in the weird hotel’s architecture. The red bricked wall blended in the neighbourhood, and the neon lettered sign wasn’t the least bit inviting. He was in no position to be picky.…… Continue reading Hotel Lima…
Cyranny's Cove 