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Ink

My feelings drip out in the form of ink Staining the page as I reach the brink. Pieces of me trapped between the lines, Essence contained in the sea of whiteMy heart takes control as I write Becoming as one as everything aligns. Drip, drip, drip, slowly the pain escapes Where it was my heartContinue reading “Ink”

Laughable

Name the professional athletes you respect the most and why. Name the professional athletes I respect the most and why. I do not idolize or hold a lot of respect for professional athletes. All “big leagues” are nothing more than theatrics with the intent of moving money around. The games are not  fair competitions, the winnerContinue reading “Laughable”

Intangible

How do you write about something that you can only feel? A bump in the night or a wound to heal. Barley understood by thought how can it be possible to plot. The weight is surely there but how to compare. It would never show on a scale. It is something you can only tell.Continue reading “Intangible”

Word Abuse

If you had to give up one word that you use regularly, what would it be? If I had to give up one word that I  use regularly, what would it be?I gave this prompt a lot of thought and kept drawing a blank. Much like when a new injury occurs you realize how muchContinue reading “Word Abuse”

The Journey Inside

Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home. I do not travel that much. Nor do I want to talk about my family vacations, so here is a twist to today’s prompt.  I stare at the back side of my eye lids, determine, today I will be added to the wins. NumbContinue reading “The Journey Inside”

Bitter Sweet

I stare the blank sheet wondering how freely to speak. What can be liberating and freecan also be bitter sweet.In the space where my thoughts and reality meet. Do I put it all in black and white or keep it hidden from the light? Once it is written on paper it became like a wagerContinue reading “Bitter Sweet”

A Moment

It only takes a moment to listen, a moment to care.A moment to hear what they have to share. What may seem miniscule to you May seem as big as the ocean blue from.a different view. It’s amazing the difference it can make to feel heard. When one is drowning in their own words. GodContinue reading “A Moment”