Haunted…

 

 

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I touched the sky and found it haunted

A million souls held my hand

My mind raced through their lifetimes

The sad, the lonely, stuck between worlds

The minds of great philosophers

When I retract my hand

Will my mind retain their thoughts?

There is one above all that haunts me

Da Vinci, pleading for more life

I have more to give

His words echo in my heart

I wanted to tell him that life

Is right there waiting

to bite you in the arse

Like a junk yard dog…

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Colleen’sWeekly #Poetry Challenge

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 140 #SynonymsOnly

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Black

Lightning

Hides behind

Murky misty

Dark storm clouds growing

Hiding like an evil twin

A powerful force throwing

Anti-matter out into space

A black shroud put the world in mourning

Clouds bubbled boiled caught in a cauldron

Bright luminous skies return new-born days

Kissed by mornings long shining fingers

Hope carried in by sweet birds’ song

ideas grow from summer sun

written under blue skies

red sails on clear seas

gold days that last

friends that stay

through days

past

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Trapped… #Poetry

 

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Trapped

For thirty-two years

My face trapped inside an iron mask

Royal treatment gives no comfort

As guards bow on entering my cell

Yet they make no attempt

to rescue me from this torment

my face, long forgotten

yet my mind never ceases to work

remembering each moment

where I am meant to be

who I was born to be?

I pray for my memory to fade

That darkness never comes

It is the face of my brother

That keeps memory alive

At night my thoughts grow dark

I have killed him, torn his body apart

in thousand different ways

Would you not want to do the same?

Trapped as I am?

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#TuesdayBookBlog ~ Not My Life by Anita Dawes… #FamilyDrama

SOMEONE HAUNTS Sarah’s dreams, someone who looks just like her.
Her name is Kelly and her life is a nightmare.

Are these dreams a message for Sarah’s future, or a glimpse of Kelly’s past?

Or are they both trapped in a world that isn’t their own?

 

Sarah Curtis is a typical teenager who has already decided how she wants her life to be. A loving husband, family, and friends. No dark clouds on the horizon. She has no idea that fate has other ideas for her future.

Sad and confusing dreams have been haunting her, where she seems to be someone else entirely. A completely different girl with some terrible and disturbing problems.
Despite trying to dismiss them as silly dreams, they do seem to be important, as if they hold the secret to her future.

The dreams get more and more depressing and Sarah begins to worry that something in her life must be wrong, and when a child goes missing, her life begins to mirror her dreams.
Her aunt takes Sarah to Cornwall for a holiday, but her mind refuses to rest. Trouble seems to follow her there, and a car accident leads to surgery when a clot is discovered in Sarah’s brain. Could this be the cause of her nightmares?
But the dreams still torment her…

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Time… #Poetry

 

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Time

I will meet you by the bridge

On the other side of time

The space between the stars

Holds the story of us

Our thoughts echo through the universe

Do we create new pathways?

Trying to catch the seven souls that belong to us

We need find only one

That creates new life

Finding the eight soul can take many lifetimes

As it was with Buddha, Krishna, Christ

It seems to me that the eight

must contain all seven souls

The body, the breath of life,

the astral body, plus so much more

The first three are said to be eternal

Therefore, they must contain

the essence of all souls

The memory, the shadow of our other lives

I believe this triple soul we carry

is the reason I know I will meet you

by the bridge of all knowledge of Divine Law

I will give up my eternal soul

To live one moment beside you

To feel your heartbeat one last time

I would spend eternity in hell

I pray it will not come to this

That we will find what we are looking for…

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Waiting…

 

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Waiting

I sit in my office waiting for inspiration

Listening to my computer breathing

The keyboard itching for my fingertips

To find the right words, knit something together

That would pass muster and hopefully

someone might want to read…

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#FlashFiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community

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99 words, no more, no less. It’s a simple constraint, an easy-to-master literary art form, and a powerful writing tool for creatives and entrepreneurs. Writers calibrate the usefulness and beauty of 99-words through weekly flash fiction challenges.

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Dark Places

Our universe has an evil twin

That’s where I live,

walking through black molasses

With the past present and future

Stuck in the same place

My life has been overlaid

by the juice of a poisonous apple

There are times when I believe

I am living on the dark side of the moon

Where the unknown waits

Taking time before devouring my soul

Sleeping dreaming, it is all the same

Nothing changes in the dark spaces of my mind

There are black holes

where my other six souls try to live

I pray for just one to be reborn…

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You are mine… #Poetry

 

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You are mine

I lay hidden in the long grass, watching

Her dress slid from her shoulders

Her milk white skin drawing me in

Slowly, she walked into the cool water

Sun glistening diamonds played

around the water’s surface

Her long black hair floated free, like seaweed

As she disappeared beneath the surface

Venus, vanished for a second

I held my breath, waiting for her to rise

To bless my eyes with her beauty

My mind telling me I should leave

This was her private moment

I couldn’t move,

she had been under too long

I needed to rescue her

Diving in I found nothing

Sliding beneath the water once more

Seeing little,

I felt a hand pull me further under

The water growing darker

Yet I could see her clearly

Her voice inside my head

“I knew you would come

Your soul is mine, as it has been

Throughout time.

We cannot live apart

We will surface as one…”

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The Tower… #Poetry

 

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The Tower

As I climbed the spiral staircase

I blessed myself, letting the Amen

Slipped loudly from my throat

This now deserted tower

Belonged to the Abbey of St Bede

The freshness of the air felt pleasing

After the hot sun outside

The concrete steps worn

from many years of use

The bell no longer rings

Vanished years ago,

yet the secret remains

Yet, no one has managed

to decipher the markings on the wall

Save for one word, treasure.

That’s why I am here. I need to find it

As I reached the last steps

I could smell the salt sea air

From the top, the view could

soften the hardest heart

I took the snapshots I needed

Light was fading as I descended the stairs

I noticed a small silver coin

That I was sure could not have been here

On my climb to the top.

Who had been behind me?

Picking up the coin of undetermined origin

Pocketing it, I continued downwards

After a few moments the coin

Began to feel hot against my thigh

Could it be the treasure spoken of?

Before I could find out

I fell from the last six steps

Blackness took my mind elsewhere

Before I disappeared from this world completely

I wondered if the Templar treasure

would ever be found…

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#BlogBattle: Intercept

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August 2019 Blog Battle

Our word this month is:

INTERCEPT

You can start writing at any time, but make sure you post your story by the 30th of the month to have your story shared here and on social media.

Once you’ve posted your story to your blog, put a link to it in the comments section, and we’ll add your story to the Battle Stories Line-up post.

Make sure to check back and read some of the stories of your fellow battlers. Leave comments to encourage these writers, and share each other’s stories!

 

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Intercept

Against the dark blackness of space, stars collide

Violent collisions occur throughout the universe

Is it by design, or did some strange force intercept their original pathway?

A work in progress, rather than a blueprint to work from

Constantly changing, developing new worlds

There are too many mysteries yet to be answered

Such as why did nothing intercept our development

Why are we the only planet with thinking bodies on it?

There are greater minds than mine,

who could answer the many questions in my head?

Where thought gets interrupted, leaving me to wonder

what would have happened if our original pathway had been intercepted.

Some would say, that everything changes.

I still wonder, are we in the right place, the right frame of mind

Did someone or something intercept my brain waves

before I picked up the pen?

For this is not what I meant to write…

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