It’s too hot in here

photo by Dan Carlson

photo by Dan Carlson

My racing thoughts burn through my mind

The heat is too much to bear

So I succumb, obey, repeat – Silence… but for a moment

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Written for Three Line Tales, Week Twenty-five 

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Your Face Paint is Dripping

Photo by:  kazuend

Photo by: kazuend

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

or so they say

But not every mask can hide the blurred lines of deception

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A few more lines. This time for Three Line Tales, Week Twelve.

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

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

Late Lines

It took all day to come up with lines for #3lineThursday. I saved them so I could run them by my husband before submission and then I woke up Friday morning. My first thought as I opened my eyes was,  Oh no! I forgot to submit my lines!!! What a horrible way to wake up.

Anyway, I will post them here even though I missed the deadline.

 

Photo by: Julie Jensen

Photo by: Julie Jensen

 

 

Hungry, they devoured numbers and set their sights on power

And though they rose and reigned on lofty thrones

They saw no beauty, forever veiled behind their pride

 

 

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

Shaken Foundation

Over at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie they challenged us to do a Loop Poem or a Shadorma.

Loop Poem Guidelines

1)  No restrictions on the number of stanzas or the syllable count for each line;

2)  For each stanza, the last word of the first line becomes the first word of line two,
the last word of line 2 becomes the first word of line 3,
and the last word of line 3 becomes the first word of line 4;

3)  The rhyme scheme is abcb.

 

Shadorma: a non-rhyming six-line poem with a syllable count of 3 / 5/ 3 / 3 / 7 / 5.

 

For this challenge I decide to do a combined poem. First and third standzas are Loop and second and fourth are Shadorama.

 

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Heaven seems unattainable

Unattainable to only me

Me who can’t seem to separate real from fake

Fake like the voices that won’t let me be

 

I can’t seem

To hold on to You

I have lost

My will to

Fight against these pressing doubts

So where do I stand?

 

Where do I place my feet?

Feet that can no longer hold me up

Up, where I should be facing

Facing You, holding my empty cup

 

I’m tired

I have lost my strength

Who am I?

Who are you?

What do I have left with out

The faith I once had?

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.