Dirty rags cleaning benches. / Passionate stares from ugly wenches. / Call that man!! He’s left his dentures. / Air full of smells, aromas a…
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This feeling which surrounds me, it terrifies me / The sound which I hear, I know not from where / It is everywhere but it is nowhere that …
This is what it feels like to me
one of two darkness poems, not ture which one to enter for the challenge / guess it is this one!
Alone in the dark… I wish I was…
This little flash was done as an entry for the Challenge Cafe week3.
Find the darkness, find it deep
This was an entry for Challenge Cafe theme “The Dark”.
Where the pavement is littered with corpses at dusk, and the jaded night sighs and gives in to my lust, as the moon plays on silent…
Winning piece for Challenge Cafe Comp “The Dark”
Uncontrolled angry spirits / Savage beasts spewing forth / Dark degrading death is here / smoking poison coffee… / Paralyzed in purgatory
This is my first Challenge! I love the dark side ;-)
Formless and empty, hovering over still water / Scarring shadows of death ever gently, plaguing first born sons and precious daughter / Bir…
AFTER YOU”VE READ POEM / 1. i’m describing all i see standing with my eyes open i.e. the darkness and its effect. but in fact what i see is also a reflection upon me and thus am i the darkness? then at the end i close my dark eyes to hide from the darkness or possibly i’m just tired of it or perhaps i’m praying or soul searching. it is only then that i can finally see you, the ambiguous you, the truth about the darkness which is in fact the light… 2. or are my eyes closed for me by the force of the darkness 3 or perhaps all the images of the darkness i’ve described are seen with my eyes firmly closed and finally i see you in my mind, the light 4. or am i really saying whichever of these three ways you choose to interpret it that i finally see that You are the darkness i’ve described(seen) As it is written any and all of these ways of reading the poem are implied and the choice is left up to the reader who becomes the author as poetry is ultimately intended. poetry isn’t supposed to be information transfer…lol
sparking, creativity / worlds of shadow and light / assaulting my senses / poignant souls / inspiration
ccw9 entry
He stops to pray. He knows he must.
The world seemed feeble and very dull / Life passed by her and made her numb / Looking at faces in crowds / Nothing moved her .. nothing sto…
Beauty is something you have to be willing to see. You sit in a diner and you see the reflection of yourself, transformed into some other…
This was a comment in regards to a Red Bubble sort of post/conversation. I liked it well enough to rescue it and post it here Sometimes I do my best work when answering other people. None of these photos are mine, all of them are images I found by googling such things as “cafe reflections” , “beauty”, “reflections in a diner window”, and “raining” For the record, I love diners! They can be called cafes, coffee shops, diners, or whatever, I love them. The sort of places where food is good and fairly cheap, windows are ready to be looked out or into, odd characters come in (if they don’t already work there) and the waitresses are not afraid to give their opinions on what you are reading or their two cents about your conversation. To me, they are the best and brightest of all things American.
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Thank you Antanas (big smile) .. your work has been an inspiration to me and a springboard for my creativity (big smile) Please take the time and visit Antanas gallery … wonderful work from a man with a great eye for what is beautiful and thought provoking (smile) either click on the photo or the link below: Night reflection in Brussels Cafe and don’t forget to say hi for me (big smile)
The somnambulist wore black / and swung in her shadow..
There were these two bee hive head women I used to see everywhere years ago and then suddenly they dissapeared overnight. Although I never spoke aword to them, I imagined all sorts of things..
I couldn’t stand the coffee in town until ‘The Hedgehog’, the café nearby, hired Kwan to increase its floor staff from one to two, and no…
A little town away from home, sometime people just stay in your head.
“The muse in me / sings ever so delicately, / and like a dream / these words come to me, / whispering, ever so gently; / and I write this stor…
“No one knows how it is that / with one glance / a boy can break through / a girl’s heart.” ~ Napoleon Bonaparte First I have to thank Vivian for his collaboration. I really enjoy his artwork and this one just played with my imagination. When I first saw this image my curiosity was instantly sparked. I wondered what she was looking at, or at whom was she looking at. And her name, Susanna. Who is Susanna? I wanted to know the story behind it. What inspired me the most is the way her head is turned away, and the soft light purple tones. So I let my imagination get away with me and this is what I came up with. I felt like I was telling a story. / And finally the quote I thought matched perfectly with the poem and the image. So hope you all like this! :) / Also I encourage you to take a look at Vivian’s work, it’s very unique. / VivianMairo Here’s the photograph that inspired me: Susanna /
frier: variation of fryor. fryalator New England company that use to make deep fryers and what a fryer is called in the region
I had felt somewhat dirty and unclean by her show of needing and distasteful behaviour.
This has took a while, trying to make Jack and love work, so it’s took most of my time, and it’s still not finished, it’seems she was a place in his story I guess and she might be more than she seems to Jacks horror, I hope yous like this piece friends, and any comment will do friend, don’t hold back the insults, punches or killer blows, it’s all in the process, thanxz for reading and for having an interest in the Life of Jack, me and Jack really appreciate it ; )
_Does she judge my painted nails and ear decorations? / Or does she really see that I too am searching for God in the gentle light of thi…
Written in a moment of inspiration whilst sipping a cup of coffee in a cafe.
In memory of a cafe I visited in the Mountains where it struck me what a simple and reflective ceremony having coffee is … often leaving you in a different place than where you started
The tables and chairs are tucked away in little nooks in the brilliant coloured gardens. There is a plant nursery with cottage plants and…
The Garden Cafe at Wilmot
her hair is brown with black and red streaks through it. I call her eyes sea green but others would call them grey.
my first part in a collaborative done with emraldae read her first part early morning wings here
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