Photochromatic Sanity & Fluorescent Visions,
Metallic Vanity Initiating Phosphorescent Collisions,
Luminescent Effervescence In Her Iridescent Constants,
Convalescent Spells Of Her Tumescent Transplants,
Auroral Apertures & Acronycal Fractals,
Floral Kisses Of Her Quintessential Portals,
Velvet Transitions & Twilight Transmissions,
Reverberating Vocal Inhibitions Of Her Satellite Renditions,
Razor Rivers & Rogue Delights,
Shining Laser Echoes On Vogue Nights,
Molecular Suicides In Abysmal Desires,
Drowning In Atomic Oceans Of Her Ethereal Reprisals,
Static Pulses Of Her Prurient Delights,
Amorous Impulses With Hymens Of The Night,
What if you can't choose someone to love and your family decides to choose for you? Would you choose a past love over a new possibility?
Everyone Loves Somebody is a film about a woman doctor (Karla Souza) who seems to have everything... but the love part she hasn't figured out yet.
Write an open letter and tag it 'movies'. Have fun!
Freedom is feeling like you can break the chains of anything or anyone that binds you.
What makes you feel free?
We are all addicted to something, right? So what is addicting to you? Remember what is most personal is often the most universal. Craft a poem, drawing or letter. Express yourself.
Tag your letter 'addiction'.
"Dedicado a Gloria Fuertes en su centenario."
Todo escritor tiene su momento de mente en blanco. Su no saber qué escribir. Su hoy no sé qué contar.
Toda persona tiene su crisis de identidad. Su sentir diferente. Su cambiar y madurar.
Y así en estos momentos hay que aprender a mirar. Escuchar a otros. Coger una pluma de escribir y hacerla bailar...
Y dicho todo esto... hoy comparto con vosotros dos de los poemas de Gloria Fuertes de su obra "Historia de Gloria" publicada en 1983. El primero muy cortito pero dice tanto...
Me manifiesto en poesía de Gloria Fuertes.
Me manifiesto en poesía
para tardar menos
en deciros más.
Escribo de Gloria Fuertes.
Escribo sin modelo
a lo que salga,
And there I was standing drenched in the rain.
My bones no more shivered.
My eyes no more twitched.
Let the harsh hose of water flood my eyes and take the heat of my tears.
For, my heart no more feels pain. Or fear.
He took it it with him.
He took all of me.
Leaving my empty soul
stranded across the street.
Voices are thundering inside my mind silently.
‘WHY' ‘WHY’ ‘WHY’.?
The worst thing about 'misplaced guilt' is it eats you up from within like a termite.
Since it is a byproduct of your over thinking about what you yourself term as wrong, it over powers the rationality of thoughts and you get drowned deep into the existential crisis.
// Unspoken victories //
Unspoken victories fascinate me. How beautifully do they sweep me off my feet. The whole idea of an accomplishment gone without acknowledgement, to me, seems beyond brilliance. How spectacular the struggle might have been, how worth the wait would have been; how beautifully did the sun choose to kiss the dawn and how perfectly did the lonely kiss hues of dusk. Unspoken victories fascinate me. How beautifully do they leave behind lessons of selflessness and breaths beyond expectations. How effortlessly do they leave behind, echoes of lullabies that once refrained of being whispered.
- Mukhpreet Khurana
Freedom is just a kiss away.
Prison is the kiss that won't let go.
Never ending circles of passion.
We lost you today and now you have peace,
We should be grateful but selfishly we're not.
As the sun shines down on our ever flowing tears,
I feel your relief, your laughter, hopes and dreams.
I'd say rest well, but I hope you don't.
I wish for you to dance in your freedom,
no more prison of pain, your door wide open.
Dear I Stand With My Pack,
What an honor to welcome such a fine organization dedicated to the rights and fair treatment of animals across the globe. Your message will come to life in lettrs from across the world, about the joy and journey of the animal condition.
We stand with you! Welcome,
Dear Jimmy Fallon,
Thank you for making late night TV a glorious twirl on a ballroom floor.
Every Corner I Have Now Turned,
Those Silver Linings,
They Used Shimmer, Shine,
Inamongst Clouds of Doubt,
The Broken Promises,
Loathed & Despised,
Empty Handed, I Sigh...,
The Stolen Tomorrow's,
Mistaken Endeavours Aborted,
No Longer the Captain of this Course,
This Life has Consumed My Soul,
She is Just Shell Of Who She Was,
Filled With Shame & Suspicion,
Laden With Pain & Remorse,
Her Life, Sabotaged;
Every Hope & Chance,
Cashed in For Something Else,
Promiscuity Of The Heart,
Who Would Do This I Ask?
Only One Person I Know,
Her Own Worst Enemy,
This Is The Other Me....
She Is The Devil In Disguise!!!!
Written By; Christina Mansfield....
From Wales in the United Kingdom,
How amazing is it to know that there's someone that loves you, and he is ready to do anything to be with you.
Promises you to give you all the happiness in the world.
The feeling of being loved by Some one is priceless..
Freedom was to me:
Free was not hearing my mum screaming. in either pijn or agony.
Free was my bike and Highland Canal that ran one end of the city to another.
For Jay and I; it was a super highway against savagery and lies.
Against drunken rows and broken windows.
Free was knowing I did not ever have to go back to lands that rolled in hills of souls so blackened; I question be they human or demon.
Freedom to me NOW is:
Not to worry that I will bankrupt my family because my genetic disease hath left me open for what seems every disease!
Have no worries that love I have; the cost was tremendous but now half a decade at hand.
No cares that myself comes last; to others I am their first al...