Desolate Writing

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• The Seeds Of The Desolate
  by Mishaal Sardar

  the seeds of the desolate / to sow doubt in their’s mind / to sow confusion / sow in ourselves blood / sow in our thoughts / *the s…

• The Lonely Place
  by Sally Omar

  Desolate is The Lonely Place / Yet it is so filled with grace / As if it were just set aside / For those who want to hide / No one real…

  Thank you Angela for the beautiful photo The Lonely Place Please check out my friend Angela Harburn’s other awesome photos on RB /

• HOMELESS
  by Sally Omar

  All alone, sick and hungry / No way to live we’d all agree / Without a friend no one to care / She doesn’t live here she doesn’t live there ...

  Melodious, Thank you so much for HOMELESS picture..it was my inspiration.. / Please check out my friend Melodious’ other awesome artwork and writings on / the RB. /

• MAGNIFICENT DESOLATION
  by Gary Crandall

  It is / these lessons / of longing / and humility / that abide / in the dark reaches / of nothingness / where we learn desire… the de…

• The Last Rites
  by IdKid

  As we speed past, the shredded desolation becomes starkly apparent. There are bodies everywhere, piled one on top of the other like refus…

  This piece was written quickly whilst in the shadow of sorrow. The moment I write about, I experienced recently when I drove past a patch of eucalypt forest that had been cleared. In the shredded bodies of the trees I saw wasted life and disrespect. I saw death. I felt something I had not felt to that extent before and it made me question the price of progress and whether in an objective sense it is worth paying.

• Done
  by JTomblinson

  I am done writing pieces of endless desolation.

  Here’s what’s weird to me about my own existence on RedBubble: All my life, I’ve been a writer, not a photographer. I remember being too young to read and being incredibly annoyed by it; I wrote my first fiction at age 7. I got my first paid writing gig at age 17 and have had one or ‘nother ever since. Photography was something I picked up briefly in high school, because my mom did it, and because we had an extra camera, but mostly because I needed an easy “elective” credit. ;-) Now, somehow - because of parenthood, perhaps? because I can’t think of anything worth saying? because I’ve come to prefer the fluff of my photos to the darkness in my writing? - I am a photographer first. Nonetheless, an old friend - the most awe-inspiring MsTrace of RB repute - recently asked me, “Why don’t you write anymore?”

• Desolate and Beautiful Molokai
  by nesi

  Desolate yet beautiful, Molokai mourns a past while simultaneously acting on a daring dream for tomorrow.

  While on a short trip to Molokai, I was enchanted by the sparse landscape, its history, and expecially its people.

• Isle of Hidden Desolation
  by DiscoverMe

  I’m an inner shadow of an aberration I’ve come to abhor / As others shed their light of admiration for me in the outer facade they adore.

• Finding My Journey
  by Possie

  NSFW

• Schrei
  by Zephirel

  Slight slow lines / walk fast for themselves, / I saw the world that surrounds me

• Desolation
  by brkrishnan

  Ties that bind too strongly / are often ties that strangle / like a kiss indulged far too long / can oft become a kiss of death / ...

  The death of a son or daughter is hard to bear; even more so when you feel you could have done something to prevent it. Many teenagers die of drug overdoses, shocking parents into realizing that they were blind-sided by a lack of communication with their offspring.

• This Desolate Place.
  by QuarryHeight

  Was it words unsaid? Or deeds not done? / Answers flood in, where no answers can fathom.

  About grieving a special relationship.