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Writing

  • su2anne

    In-sight by su2anne

    Delve deep.
    The squirm of that
    Visceral thought.
    Don’t flee it!
    But rather
    Embrace it
    To tear it apart again.

    34 words
  • su2anne

    Where am I not? by su2anne

    Realization gathered
    Grief and held her
    Tight… but little
    Bits slipped
    Away… until
    None was left… but a
    Memory. The
    Echo… that was
    Me…

    78 words
  • su2anne

    The refusal by su2anne

    I stand unable to
    Move… so much
    Blood… so much
    Grief… I
    Watch on with sadness
    Knowing this is
    Eon’s old. Tendrils
    Reach for me
    I refuse to be
    Taken. The stain of
    Generations.

    72 words
  • su2anne

    The answer lay in the question by su2anne

    That time
    Between when there is that
    Dreadful quiet. The pull of the
    Ocean before the
    Tsunami strikes. The
    Ego tells you
    All is fine. This is
    Peace and
    Quiet.

    142 words
  • byzantinehalo

    how hard can it be? by byzantinehalo

    fine-line push and shove
    your daemons against mine

    21 words
  • su2anne

    All things pass... by su2anne

    Come through
    The tunnel.
    And know
    Your pain.
    Your limits
    Are boundaries
    That you check.

    46 words
  • su2anne

    A ghost's memory by su2anne

    Perhaps be of
    Substance and
    Make a difference.
    I hear your
    Sigh …a
    Dissipation of potential.
    Awaken suckered
    Fools to your
    Mindless reality!

    96 words
  • su2anne

    The great lie by su2anne

    So

    When a foul look
    Comes your way or a
    Putrid word…
    Give it
    “No Never Mind!”
    Let it
    Slide off your back! It is
    They who are
    Bent out of shape…

    251 words
  • su2anne

    The necessity of opposites by su2anne

    Torque and tension held
    Hands. This in itself seemed
    Problematic. But once
    Bear down
    Relaxed
    Let up
    Rejoiced to
    Receive and be
    Still.

    59 words
  • su2anne

    The good wife by su2anne

    her
    Heart and soul like her
    Hands were bound and an
    Over whelming
    Sadness prevailed. Her
    Creations sang of
    Beauty. Her
    Eyes windows to her
    Soul bespoke
    Otherwise.

    284 words
  • su2anne

    Transition time by su2anne

    You are where you
    Are. You
    Can’t go back. You
    Must move forward… This is the
    A time for
    Labour. Of
    Birthing new ideas. Of
    Hard work. Where
    Evolution of
    Self takes place.

    88 words
  • su2anne

    Mouse or man? by su2anne

    Imagine a
    Little mouse with a
    Lion’s heart which
    Steps off his
    Tortuous life to
    Stand at the
    Gate and
    Fiercely look
    Up at his jailer. Are
    You the
    Mouse or the
    Lion?

    88 words
  • su2anne

    Become rather than end up... by su2anne

    The
    Hope is
    Realization of
    Circumstance. This can
    Bring about an
    Adjustment… though it may feel
    Uncomfortable even
    Impossible…
    “An action is an
    Idea sanctioned by the
    Self!”

    139 words
  • byzantinehalo

    ... by byzantinehalo

    before the sound of heat rising
    the echo of madness striking

    103 words
  • su2anne

    The constancy of change by su2anne

    Today I unstitch
    Lay out and
    Look to
    Understand the
    Makings of
    Me. And in
    Doing thus I
    See my
    Strengths.
    Where to
    Apply the salves. To
    Bank the
    Fires

    84 words
  • su2anne

    Kindred by su2anne

    I ran and ran and
    Ran
    Wandering and abandoned.
    Sightless and unheard. I
    Stayed in this
    Dark place for an
    Eternity. But it was
    Unsafe because it was
    Me…

    107 words
  • su2anne

    The agony of being by su2anne

    So I pace the apartment
    A caged lioness
    My imaginary tail
    Swishing
    A low growl
    In the back
    Of my throat.
    But What can I
    Really
    Do?
    to
    Get free?

    140 words
  • su2anne

    Ash of dreams by su2anne

    My

    Broken body nothing more than
    Dust fit for a pan.
    With a heavy sigh
    I let go Hope. It
    Settles like a mist in the
    Room. The walls
    Shudder at its
    Touch.

    122 words