Always leave them wanting more. / Give just enough, / then pull back: / wait, / wait, / wait… / There it is; anticipation. / Sparks creating e…
Colors / a million colors / floating and gliding. / And also / brightness / that covers me / and awakens me. Lights everywhere / ...
This is kind of hard to explain. What I’m trying to say here is how my ideas come to me, or actually how it feels when I get an idea. It’s like electricity, a spark that goes off, and then all these colors that can take the shape of anything. Hope this makes sense. :)
I belong on another orbit. / My mind is the cause / of all this confusion / of all this craziness / that separates me / from everybody else. / ...
Sometimes I get all these ideas and it’s hard to sort them out and put them in order. Sometimes I just feel like my own beat goes too fast and I can’t quite catch it. But I follow it. And at times I’ve thought that I would never find my place. I’m glad to say I don’t feel like this as much anymore. I wrote this when I was about 17. / I admit that ever since I’ve joined RB things make more sense, I don’t feel quite lost anymore. I guess this poem sort of reflects my not too distant past, and the way I perceived myself. Here on RB, I found people I can relate to with their poems and with the way they think, and I truly feel at home, it’s what I was looking for. Everyone’s so accepting and open minded. So I have to thank every single one of you that has read my poems and has been able to connect with them one way or another. It’s beyond from I thought I could offer. It truly means the world to me. :)
Electric as my eyes start fading / Electric as my tears keep biting / Electric as my heart keeps beating / and the sanity it is slowly chipping
Believe me / when I tell you
The key to fabulous fantasy
...where raucous music and / phosphorescent fashions / are steady as a wave / or a pulse that must / start somewhere, so…
This poem is a description of the almost primitive energy that fuels urban culture.
Electric fish and dragon’s eye / slithering through darkened tide / Hoary browed and shining of fin / Back to where it all did begin / Pulsat…
Written as a comment for this ,actually.
He had pulled his hand away and scurried from the grill seconds before. Now he was taking great joy out of watching her search for them.
My Entry for the Crime Time Challange # 3 – prompt “The stars exploded”. / - CONTENT WARNING-
She was electric / She was majestic / She was everything a man / would want her to be / But she was not / what they would see / She was oh …
No electric meant no water from their wells, ... no water to flush toilets, and no working electric stoves nor air conditioning out there…
Idiots try an Oceans’ Eleven style hit on a remote Nevada casino.
What madness seduced our collective intellect to define love as the highest of all crimes?
This story was originally posted at indeterminacy.blogspot.com, a site featuring “one minute short stories” inspired by found photos. Here is the found photo which served as the catalyst for the story: / / The photo was kindly donated by Phil of philidendron.blogspot.com
I’ve known Adam for eight months. Posing as his girlfriend, I was getting closer to him than I originally anticipated. Working undercover…
A love story that is suspenseful with a twist. I could see something like this being a Law and Order episode. This is actually a TRUE story. The names have been changed to protect the innocent, as well as the guilty.
His miserable existence came to a head when he inflicted a ‘nipple crippler’ on the owner of his favorite patch.
With the current (power) situation in South Africa, its a problem for us, and we would imagine, all other owners of little children, to keep them occupied when the power is de-powered. One idea we had, and which we will be trying out this evening, is a relay story.
The world, on top of a train, is electric
If you have an edge, keep it to yourself!
More ponderings from the past, superfluous and fused to a non-existent status
Sandals sank severely in swirling sand surrounded by a supernatural scene.
Descripes a freak electrical storm encountered on the Moon Plain near Coober Pedy, South Australia, during an evening of star gazing with a local tourist guide.
Pollution is not a problem anymore / We have found away to sell it / They have given us the right at law / We can still produce every little…
Written thinking about all the new carbon trading schemes and how it seems to have changed nothing other than a few balance sheets. / Plug an electric motor into an existing power supply, connect the motor to a electricity generator and see if you end up producing more power than you consume. / If it was that simple we would be doing it now. It is that simple. We don’t simply because of the coal miners daughter, or is it the share holders ? Published in the Maryborough and District Advertiser, Friday 18th July 2008
I loved and enjoyed both my grandparents. / Grandpa was quite an eccentric, small wiry man, with a fierce intellect and curiosity.
This is Chapter 2 of ‘I am That Blind Man’, or at least the first half of the chapter, for it has a natural break in the middle. You will notice that this chapter is not about me; instead I turned my attention to two very special people in my life. _ / _They are worth far more than a chapter. One day I will write more on them. Thank you so much for reading this next instalment.
Children from all over Murwillumbah were drawn like the mice by the pied piper to Grandpa’s treasure trove of a workshop…
My enigmatic grandfather was, in may ways, a man ahead of his time, but also very much a man of his time. / I remember him with great fondness and laughter, for he was anything but dull and, being a child himself at heart, always entertained us children, leaving us rolling around in laughter or totally transfixed by the magic that was grandpa.
I see you shyly lingering, / Waiting for the moment, / Softly arched on tiptoe / And scanning wide-eyed, / Yr petite frame poised / Like a re…
A piece I wrote for a creative group project called Songs Of The Senses. This is for the sense of Sight.
Standing by the fone / wondering where you’ve been / Pacing round alone / wondering who you’ve seen Please let it ring / Stop this agony / ...
I colour in electric kisses swept along the ocean / To make you real / So when you are not here / I can pretend that you are
I colour in electric kisses swept along the ocean
Emily found that life was just a little bit boring, listless and basically unsatisfactory. And at the ripe old age of eight years, the…
Fantasy children’s story for disgruntled adults
How can I explain.. if there’s no language …
I feel I should explain this poem, I an an epileptic and this was written shortly after having a gran-mal seizure( with adequate recovery time , of course) It’s difficult to describe the confusion that happens and that’s why I wrote this to help others understand…
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