Throw me words

Throw me words

16 November 2016

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Fallen down

On concrete flooring

Reaching lows

Loosing flows

This blood cascading river

Cutting deep slowly

 

Breathe in me

Sounds of your return

The days cry

As I yearn

For your name to be printed

Across soul wilted

 

Sorrow’s clown

Pantomimes a thought

In my mind

Windmills grind

Sands grains that come loose sinking

Hopes of lost laughter

 

Morrows flee

Your shadow hovers

Moon covers

Pale lovers

Their sight building up in I

Living on a lie

 

Frozen crown

Plays with fire’s lace

In disgrace

Throw me words

Flocking sheep to their shepherds

Once upon a rhyme

 

Give up glee

Nothing left to see

Buy me time

Features grime

Mask the curse you gifted me

Break this death’s saunter

 

Reading of the poem: 

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So Close – Olafur Arnalds feat. Arnor Dan

The colour of the night – Lauren Christy

It’s not goodbye – Laura Pausini

 

Reaching out to inward gardens

Reaching out to inward gardens

23 September 2016

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In Time the distance once had lied

Sheltered Truths frantic gatekeepers

Poison Ivy planted creepers

Twixt Heart and Mind the Great Divide

 

Horses frothing bid me a ride

Edge of veils enchanted sleepers

Gates of glory widowed weepers

The knots of stories soon untied

 

Plot of thoughts when planted hardens

Decomposing a land of tricks

Unfastened locks rattling wardens

 

Speech of hate the giving pardons

The Heart trespasses wall of bricks

Reaching out to inward gardens

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Amnesia – Dead Can Dance

Children of the Sun – Dead Can Dance

How fortunate the man with none – Dead Can Dance

 

Living in Truth where shadows lie

Living in Truth where shadows lie

13 September 2016

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The rain poured on land of empty

Where snakes hissed on the desert sands

The feet that trod the barren lands

Danced slow to the newfound plenty

 

The sands curdled like frumenty

A tidal wave that crowds disbands

Covered all but for groping hands

Reaching out for Twenty Twenty

 

I glimpse it all with withered sigh

Twin peaks that skies then pierced anew

What breaches Truth in Truth must die

 

From waters grave we rise and fly

We turn our backs the choosing few

Living in Truth where shadows lie

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Song to the Siren – Flavia Vallega Krystael

Stella nell’Infinito – Flavia Vallega Krystael

Presenza – Flavia Vallega Krystael

Paced footsteps

Paced footsteps

29 May 2016

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Lonely times

Gathering instants

Cast battles

Shades of scars

Revisiting lost ventures

In twilight’s shadows

 

Cancer grows

Where the truth falters

Purity

Forsaken

Foundations of cells shaken

By the rampant lie

 

Reckoning

The past shielded fruit

Covered space

Brittle lace

Icings falling off a cake

Of mouldy sweetness

 

Bitter taste

Of stale emptiness

Unresolved

Surging bile

Opposites in mind beguile

The waning sweet smile

 

Lost a while

In the frenzied pace

Renewal

Of resolve

The tides of rebirth absolve

Every living soul

 

Scent of space

Time immemorial

Renewed grace

Paced footsteps

Walking down the hedged lane

The trees exhale scents

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Song of the Stars – Dead Can Dance

 

A Beautiful Lie

A Beautiful Lie

12 December 2015

 

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Sally liked to eat spinach. She liked it so much that she had it cooked in various types of dishes and toured the world in search of new recipes to try out – not really of course but in her head, silly, or she would probably be eating something else than just spinach.

Sally was lonely. How could it be anything else? If her parents had named her Chappy perhaps she would have been happy or if her parents had made her a boy, perhaps her life would be filled with Joy but no, they had made her a girl and named her Sally predestining her to be lonely. Come to think of it, had she been a boy and had they named her Vlad, she might have been sad. Then again she might also have been glad or mad, which she was most certainly boy and Vlad or not.

Now enough of all that emotional nonsense and back to some fitting and filling food like spinach for instance. As I said, Sally liked to eat spinach and you might even say she was obsessed by spinach to the highest degree. If she were a King – or a Queen for that matter, she had again lost her head would have said the hatter, forgetting that she was a girl after all – she would make sure to issue a decree that spinach be eaten by all and that it be served throughout the kingdom for free.

Sally had no kingdom though or at least none that others could see. Her friend the hatter saw it of course but that did not count any more than the crown on her head did because none could see hatter either. So Sally the lonely – hatter excepted – Queen with a kingdom that none could see sat at her table eating spinach. Of the finest sort it was, the spinach – at least hatter and her were both of the same opinion.

  • Two is a company you know hatter she said.
  • Well of course dearest queen and best spinach eater of all my friends
  • Am I your bestest friend hatter?
  • You’re my bestest best friend ever.
  • Do I look like a beautiful queen?
  • You are the fairest queen ever in this kingdom. Cross my heart with a piece of silver if I lie to you; please my Lady. Times are tough

Sally looked up at hatter but it was not he really who had said that nonsense. He was not used to saying such nonsense you know. Anybody who knew him would tell you that. It was a man standing in front of her table his face looking like it could really do with some spinach to put some colour back into the pale of it which spread everywhere except the tip of his nose that was bright red.

  • Would you like some spinach, she volunteered
  • No ma’am
  • But I am sure you will feel much better
  • I am sure you will feel better eatin’ that spinach an’ all yerself ma’am and I’d hate to spoilt it for ya
  • Oh well, I guess you’re right but I don’t have any silver for you, just perhaps a pound or two but tell me what will you do if I give one of them to you?
  • I should buy me some food ma’am
  • That sounds reasonable but I still don’t understand why you don’t just eat it right here and now as this spinach is really a treat

The man with the face shuffled and kept quiet eyeing her purse so Sally took one pound out and gave it to him feeling like Florence Nightingale handing out some life-saving medicine. She held back and smiled a wide smile at him

  • Do I look like a beautiful Queen?
  • The most beautiful queen ever ma’am
  • Am I your best friend now?
  • You’re my best friend ever ma’am

She gave him the pound the large smile still on her lips and as she gazed at him disappearing, she caught a glimpse of herself in the rear-view mirror of a car. A big chunk of spinach was stuck in the middle of her teeth colouring her smile and her hair looked like she had just wrestled with a wildcat. She looked up searching for the clown-faced man and found him entering the pub across the street, an arm raised already ordering his daily dose or so it seemed. So much for honesty she thought. She checked her reflection again and smiled a green smile. It was still a Beautiful Lie.

 

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A Beautiful Lie – 30 seconds to Mars

 

This post is part of the FRIDAY FICTION with RONOVAN WRITES Prompt Challenge #5

Ping back and rules here

The idea is to write a short story using as title the title of a song you like. For me it was A Beautiful Lie

Please feel free to comment. This is my first attempt at short fiction and I have difficulty writing concisely in prose although I have made progress in writing short in poetry thanks to the Japanese forms of tanka, haiku and senryu. I am aware I am still a stretch from actual flash fiction 😀

 

Of mice and dices

Of mice and dices

9 December 2015

 

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My toes in the sand

Chipped irregular paintings

Edges’ adornments

 

Colourless waters

Whisking away solid grounds

I stand through nowhere

 

The sea comes to die

On sinking sand that withstands

My frame as I lie

 

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Down crashes the moon

Picture perfect of night fall

Under rising sun

 

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The waves roared thunderous

Upon wild decaying shores

Swept dark moonlight’s blue

 

Winter’s rain beckoned

Fleeting recognition’s wink

Seasons bear their tides

 

I rose up to ends

Stammered stories, chattered pains

Of mice and dices

 

 

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Howard’s End Trailer

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Authenticity

Authenticity

19 Sepember 2015

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Shielding armours wear

The weight of a million stones

Sinking upon Heart

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Straining muscles tear

The rippling of the ribcage

Prelude to Heart scars

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In all endeavours

Lack of soul bears muddy ends

Swamp rises with greed

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Spell Heart of Dragon

Ask for more than words’ measures

To build a new creed

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Whispering Dungeon

Awaits those who bring deceit

Into House of Light

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Cursing mocking bird

Befalls those who bring conceit

Into House of Dark

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Balance in Houses

Mends between Heart and Mind’s play

Subtle game of cards

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Out of balance sways

Thirsting Heart that rises bright

Taking Dark for Light

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Look into Abyss

And cloak not your inner qualms

Secret Dark creates

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Look into Divine

And shine bright your inner face

Light in Heart you know

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Authenticity

Spelling rarer by the day

Fighting through the night

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Make your life serene

Between the Truth and the Lie

Choose the wiser cut

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