A few lines

I know I have been away for quite awhile. Life has made it difficult for me, as of late, and writing has been pushed to the wayside. I promise to be back soon with more, but for now, here are a few short lines in honor of TLT Throwback.  

 

She saw everything clearly
Teetering on the edge
If only she had wings

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A Library Pickup Line

Your shelves are like deep pools of stories

told only to me

I willingly drown in your words

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Written for Three Line Tales: Week Five

Exposures

My mind

Holds onto fears

Folds them up and keeps them

Forever

 

I was born this way

But I can break this code

Rewire

And freely live

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Written for #wispwrit

Prompt: Born

Rise

Photo by Philip Harris

Photo by Philip Harris

 

Tomorrow peaks through, kaleidoscope colors dance upon dead limbs
It’s pleas seep into your skin, prodding you to fight
Unrelenting, it provides hope and solace for a weary soul

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Written for Three Line Thursday

My Three Lines for Thursday

Photo Credit: David

Photo Credit: David

 

I scream in silence, as ghosts taunt me from within
I’m but a tormented soul, who’s dried and cracked
And with no release for my emotions, I suffocate

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Written for #3lineThursday Year Two Week Four.

The Cure – #Fieryverse

Photo Credit: Matt Brown via CC2.0

Photo Credit: Matt Brown via CC2.0

Where is the cure

for my obsessions?

the exit for this maze?

the solace for my weary soul?

Am I to be forever tormented?

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Written for #Fieryverse

Prompt: The Cure

Her Daily Torment – #OCDweek

Photo by: Bruce

Photo by: Bruce

Synapses surge. Neurons meet, electric. Her mind becomes (alive)
With images that make her writhe inside [fear all consuming]
Lights: Off, on, off, on, off, ….. On. Safe, for now.

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Written for #3line Thursday Year Two: Week Three

Exposed – #MicroPoetry

Your stare

sharp

pierces through

my walls

uncovering my soul

revealing exactly

who I am

and I can’t seem

to look away

 

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Written for Poetheme Weekly Micropoetry Word Game.

Theme: Sharp

If Only You Could Read Minds

Every sigh

brings more frustration

more tension in the air

but I can’t seem

to express

how I feel

so I sigh again

 

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Written for #FieryVerse.

Prompt: Every Sigh