My racing thoughts burn through my mind
The heat is too much to bear
So I succumb, obey, repeat – Silence… but for a moment
Written for Three Line Tales, Week Twenty-five
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
or so they say
But not every mask can hide the blurred lines of deception
A few more lines. This time for Three Line Tales, Week Twelve.
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
Holds onto fears
Folds them up and keeps them
I was born this way
But I can break this code
And freely live
Written for #wispwrit
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.
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
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
Written for Three Line Thursday
My heart feels empty
Empty like a cup run dry
Dry like my cracked lips
Lips that want to speak, but only cry
Written for #FieryVerse
Over at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie they challenged us to do a Loop Poem or a Shadorma.
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.
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 have lost my strength
Who am I?
Who are you?
What do I have left with out
The faith I once had?
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
Written for #3lineThursday Year Two Week Four.