When you left,
It was sudden
Without so much
As a good-bye
Now, I can't
Shake the feeling
You didn't even know
That I loved you
And it cuts deep
Piercing rose petals
Or walking barefoot
Through shattered glass. JD
*Sliced Open* Mother Part V
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THE HOSPITAL WARD
Bland and sterile,
geometrics flutter beside an open window,
to the rhythmic sounds of bedside contraptions,
as they wheeze,
The judder of cups rumbling upon a distant tea trolley,
and pleasing interruption,
mixed with the chesty staccato coughs and moans of the patient in bed eleven.
~ Soaring Skylark
A CC0 image from Photo Fox
Your sad whispers fall
Like watercolor teardrops
Eyes refuse to see
And too faint for ears to hear
Cocooning your heart in woe.
Hi my name is loner and I’m here because I have no purpose. What’s your name?
That’s how I feel sometimes. Life can get pretty real in seconds. I think I have done my part to help as much as I can. I am the cheerleader of the group. Always uplifting others to see them reach their peak. But sometimes I want to feel like I matter too.
I’m lost between the past and the present. I can’t remember when was the last time I embraced life. I’m confused. Is that safe to say or is that taboo. I’m living in the moment. I lost my soul and she is off in dream land. Oh how I love day dreaming. My mind seems to take me to different places. I’m numb from the past that hurts and the present which I hide from.
I never want to stop day dreaming. I’m afraid if I wake up, I may have to grow up.
We sit dining on a lovely day.
In a quaint eatery in old St. B.
I sip coffee looking forward to our food. Then I am struck by
the thought at just how lovely it
will be when we can venture
outside to enjoy our food!
Happy Monday Skylarkers!
Congratulations if you completed last week's challenge. This week's image is on a very different theme. We move forward from a fantastical landscape to realistic and naturalistic. It was lovely to see the return of our fellow Skylark, Nidar #454978. Welcome back, Nidar.
ARE YOU READY FOR THE NEXT CHALLENGE?
This week there are four words and use of the photo is optional.
WHAT DOES THIS IMAGE MAKE YOU THINK OF? 🤔
- Study the image carefully.
- Think about the fragility of the butterfly.
- Is the butterfly symbolic?
**Consider what you learnt in the competitive challenges. Apply it here!**
PAUSE. THINK. CREATE... Remember quality is be...
WRITING CHALLENGE | WHERE ARE YOU?
Did you know you can upload your photo and use it as your paper? Cool, right?
This week, write an open letter and show us where you're at.
Use the tag, "MyPaper".
I do not regret any of
I have made.
They all have led me
to the one
I am meant to be with.
Nos enamoramos de la misma canción. Sin saberlo, en el mismo momento la escuchamos. En dos lugares distintos. Hasta que me preguntaste por ella. Me dijiste que quieres cantarla este verano y con mucha emoción, entre otras canciones. Me he dedicado a estudiar sus letras, adivinar esas otras que deseas cantar y qué hay en ellas que te conquistan. Yo solo pienso en lo que implica que las cantes en un banquete de jóvenes enamorados y yo en una esquina siendo partícipe de todo. Y también, cantando por su puesto; bueno, posiblemente. Aunque siga escuchándola, no inventaré tu respuesta ni crearé una historia. Solo pensaré en la mía, como si yo la estuviera cantando. No sé si cantes este verano. Ya n...
Shadows of past love
Wander blindly, haunting the
Graveyard of my heart.
Background image courtesy of Broken Toyland via Google
Let the sun shine
And feel the light
Bright and warm shining within you
Makes you feel alive
From heart to soul
Sure, you can call me an Angel. Maybe you forgot, that Angels can also be the messengers of death.
Raise yourself high enough
that they have no other option but to listen.
To the rain that made us fall in love,
The rain that we longed for on every cuddles and kisses.
The rain that narrated the stories of how fallen dried leaves found their lives again,
Of how rivers discovered their new paths,
Of our euphoric voyage to the homeland,
And the dreams we always had on starry rainy nights.
The rain that made us gaze at the water puddles, the dark sky that flew over trees and towers,
And the rain drops that danced over the window panes.
The first rain that poured after we being one,
The rain that made me forget the rest.
The rain that made us wet, smile and love.
The rain, that place, and my human,
What have you all done to ...
Memories ... Last night ...
Waking ... The light on her skin ...
Memories ... Last night ...
Standing on the crossroad
Doing this or doing that
With my back against the wall
I can see it all clear
That she is making her own mistake
Of making excuses and complaints
All outside her self
Let there Be insight and understanding
Of picking her own destiny
That is my wish
To choose the good road
Not the easy one
That Will make her life more colourfull
And Lets joy and happiness rule
But I am picking the good road for myself
To set me free
Of thoughts and worries
Let me Be her Guardian angel
And take her hand to show her the way
And please, please let her listen to me
Than the road Will light up
Full of love and warm cuddling.
The circle of life
The magnificent addiction
The build up the rage
The waiting and wanting
That burn within
He's waiting to release that beast I made him..
Eyes closed euphoria
The gasp at the peak
Feed all of me..
A whole new intimacy, never reached before...
Come to me
I beg him for more.