They’ve got to let me out soon. It’s not dark anymore.
Back on the 14th March 2007, this story was uploaded into the bubbles of RB to be entered into the Unleashed Competiton. From that day on, I have been addicted to the world of RedBubble and loving every moment!!!
I’ve been uploading to RedBubble for only one week, / Already I’m classified as an “upload geek”.
A short poem in honour of the home we call “Our Red Bubble”.
1 – Do you spend at least 1 hour daily on RB? 2 – Do you regularly go to bed very late at night, sometimes past midnight, because you …
With a tongue (mine, if you are asking) firmly in my cheek, I offer you this helpful little checklist, and wish you good health! / . / Inspired by a comment from sarah moore a few weeks ago, which she’s may well have forgotten by now(!)
Joined Redbubble / Got Addicted / Never Sleep
Set Alarm / Check Alarm / Recheck Alarm
See others: / Obsession – Six Word Story / Addiction – Six Word Story / Addiction II – Six Word Story / Addiction III – Six Word Story
I dream of words flying about in space / rearranging themselves and their contents / to land perfectly on the clean page / I love my PC
words – our medium our passion our addiction!
DO NOT PASS THE SWAMPLAND AT NIGHT / SPIRITS WILL GRAB YOU … TOO MUCH FRIGHT / THEY WILL CREEP, CRAWL AND SLIDE IN DELIGHT / YOU CAN RUN…
Marlo, SWAMPLAND was way scary Please check out my friend Marlo’s (redbubble addict) other awesome artwork / and writings on RB /
First hit is always the best.
It was a prediction / That I would find him an addiction / I was warned by all who knew / That he was their addiction too / How could this po…
*The heart was half empty / the soul was hollow inside / like it’s having a hole / empty space inside / hollow eyes / empty words were walki…
red addiction thanks you so much for the beautiful piece of art Marlo!!!! Garden Of Secrets!!!!!!! love this Marlo!!!!!! /
Some girls just stick in your throat, and you can’t wash them down.
It’s so dark inside the wolf / Brothers Grimm When I moved home from Europe and unpacked my boxes, I found my red coat again Her red coat, really. I was nineteen the last time I’d worn it so I didn’t scowl at the loose button, or how it stretched across the bust. She was always much skinnier than me, after all, especially once the wolf came knocking. She’d told me she’d come back for it. It’s just that she didn’t have the money for him, and he was knocking soon, and she really, really needed him tonight. And I could take the coat as payment, if only I’d answer the knock for the both of us. She’d come back for it; of course she would. I keep the collar turned up when I wear it now, at 36. Sometimes, I don’t even feel the cold. But other times, I feel it in my bones.
Here I sit on a Friday night. / On this lovely Red Bubble site. Just one click of the mouse was an instant hook. / I just opened some pi…
Dance Under The Rainbow / May the colors fill your soul / Brighten up your day / And let you never grow old Take off your shoes / Feel the…
Thank you Marlo!! Check out Red Addiction’s other awesome artwork & clothing / designs… Marlo has a t-shirt with “Dance Under The Rainbow” and I think it is awesome… / please check it out!!! RedAddiction
Slowly it happens / Without any thought / Drugs taken freely / Some given..some bought / It relieves the problem / Releases the pain / Give…
Thank you, Helene!!! Please check out Helene Ruiz’ other awesome artwork on / the RB heleneruiz
Once fear tastes power or sees the strength of persuasion, it grows. Once the snake is fed, it develops poison.
Fear, my protector or my enemy? Please take a look at this incredible image by BarbaraManis, / Rattlesnake It is the photo that clarified this piece for me and I referred to it several times while writing. I think it drives my point home. Thank you Barbara!
You can’t rip this guilt from me / For each thread is securely sewn / Into the day that I lived it / And those days remain / As dusty reminde…
Why do they name something so irritatingly disgusting as a “dust bunny” after a cute forest creature? Sometimes our language slang is stunningly stupid to me. :) Or brilliant, who am I to say? Recovering addicts (or non-recovering addicts) have a life riddled with guilt. / Guilt over their choices. / Guilt over their mistakes. / Guilt over their heartaches, the heartaches they have caused others and the lives (including their own) that they may have destroyed. / Guilt. / The silent forming, ever present dust bunny of addiction. / I have a wide and far reaching broom. / I intend to use it.
Pain is a demanding tenant / coiled at the base of my spine / it’s up at all hours / of the night -
This month last year started my late wife’s downward spiral that completed the destruction of our marriage and led to her death.
A very detailed, probably interesting only to me, wholly depressing accounting of the last 10 months of my last marriage. Written to help me bring out repressed memories and to finally put it all together all at once. WARNING: This does contain a description of a death scene. If such things will offend your sensibilities, enter at your own risk.
Listening to me, as I rant and rave / You always follow my lead / In return you show me amazing things / Beauty to see, eloquent words to read
A collaboration with Kevin Mawson / 25 8 09 / / Check out his other work at kevinmawson Featured by The Beauty of Poetry / - 25th Aug 2009 Featured by #1 Artists Of Redbubble! / - 26th Aug 2009 Feature by Masterpieces: Literary Workshop – 30th Aug 09 / MCN:CTSSX-RMLJJ-5T776
This is my first Twisted Tale…
I find you pathetic; / Symptoms psychosomatic. / Self-denial automatic. / Addiction so tragic.
Bad Religion How much is enough / Tell me can the hateful chain be broken? / Production and consumption / Define our hollow lives. / Avarice has led us across the ocean, / Toward a land that’s better, / Much more bountiful and wide. / When will mankind finally come to realize / His surfeit has become his demise? / How much is enough to kill yourself? / That quantity is known today, / Awe blow ourselves away. / Tell me is there anything so sure? / Rapacity, tenacity, capacity for more! / Like a dog that feeds until he suffers, / The infirmity of man is brought on / By his selfish cure. / When will mankind finally come to realize / His surfeit has become his demise? / How much is enough to kill yourself? / That quantity is known today, / As we blow ourselves away.
There is an exit door / Lit with the color of flesh / I was 16 when it first called me / Holding onto a thin rail of presence / I was spinnin…
This morning I had the pleasure of reading Christie Moses piece, My Brother and Me This Summer and then Erich Biemer work on addiction called Amends without Grace Both inspiring and brilliant pieces that have touched me greatly. I just happen to be working on a piece about my own experience with death at the age of 16 and so in reading these two works decided I would piggy back on this theme as it is a personal part of my life experience. It was many years after this experience (the one that I am writing on) that I finally got ‘it’ and gave into my current joyful sober state of Being. / / However, I have experienced death twice. The first time I was 16 and although it was not like the second time where I did actually die and come back one day later, I was in the throws of this experience called ‘dieing’ and to write this I truly went back and felt it again. (This poem was posted in a skeletal form last year and I took it down and worked on it since off and on for a few months) I consider the experience empowering for that time and place. I did not know I was running from a past that at the time was completely hidden from me till I turned 40. It was then I became aware of what had happened to me as a baby, I finally was able to choose sobriety. I never judge people that are not able to get sober. I tried for a good 10 years until I was given the gift of my own story, via memory recovered. People are not born addicts. Although it is said that through genetics some are prone to become one upon the first taste of a substance. God Bless Time.. for I am sure as I look down from All That Is.. The time it took me to get ‘it’ from 16 to 40 would barely be a blink of an eye, so I like to think I was right on time!!! lolol Lovingly I give this part of my life some focus tonight. / Lynne, I so love you darling heart. / Love, / Linaji
It’s been six weeks since my last scribble.
I get cranky if I don’t write. Sometimes I find myself writing one word over and over again, loving the way the ink flows, admiring the smear of black on parchment. A few times I’ve gone out and realised I had no pen in my bag and had to return, as desperate as though it was for a Ventalin inhaler or pack of cigarettes. I’ve had experience with addictions of the more damaging kind, and this lighthearted piece is written with full respect for those struggling. But if your muse sometimes grabs you by the throat and you can’t shake her, you just might know what I mean.
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