Archive | May, 2016

And Her Dream Came True…

29 May

She was a dreamer,
walking on a cloud
catching blue butterflies.

Never wanting to give up,
she had a clean target.
For most of us impossible vision,
for her the only possible way of living.

There in the mountain,
in the middle of nowhere,
she lives and keeps her dreams alive.
To live clean a healthy life away from this world.
To be far from technology and modernity.

She went back to the life as she knew it before.
And she is happier than she ever was.
How she did it, you may ask.
Well, sometimes your only available transportation is a leap of faith.

This post was written for 

Writing Prompt #161 “Collage 24” | Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/05/29/writing-prompt-161-collage-24/

TLT: The Unbreakable Rope

27 May

photo by Wynand von Poortvliet – click here for full res version

 

What tightens her to this place?

Strong thick unbreakable rope you would think.

But it is the good old fashioned love, that never lets her leave.

This post was written for TLT challenge

A Mesmerizing Power

26 May

We all live to become someone
in this great wide world.
But the world surprises us
with how difficult that may be.
The greatness of this world is mesmerizing.
We are drowning in it’s beauty.

The Warning

24 May

– Adam Hague

The forest was calm and I was in peace
when suddenly,
It came like a big shout out,
passing around me like a ghost.
All that pain and sorrow,
all that screaming.
I knew it was something unbearable.
There was only a few times I felt so sure.
And this time I knew,
that it was time to run.

This post was written for

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/05/24/photo-challenge-114/

TLT: Days Of Sorrow

19 May

photo by Kirsty TG

all those letters that I waited from you, not knowing if you come back
those days full of sorrow, when I thought you were dead
but I can’t wait no more, my heart is slowly cracking instead

 

This post was written for TLT challenge. 

The Stars

18 May

“Smile Betsy, smile! Have you ever seen so many cameras?” Emily whispered through her teethes to her friend and partner on battlefield, her beloved Betsy. Emily was overwhelmed by all that attention they got.

“I’d rather be on my B-42 again.” Betsy whispered back.

Not used to be famous and praised they both were awkwardly standing on the field among the battle aircraft.

Betsy and Emily were the very first women to survive the worst air attack on Britain during the war. Unaware of their even more famous future to come, they both were just wishing to get done with this posing for reporters.

They loved to be a part of something big as fighting in a war. Until the day they both learned the hard way how all the faces of war really look like…

 

This post was written as a prompt to twitter prompt ideas. The author of this prompt: www.calebjacobo.com.

You too can join and write your own lines inspired by this beautiful and powerful image 😊

Utopia

17 May

Deep wide ocean surounds me
and I breath that fresh air,
deep into my lungs.

This is my personal world,
my private Idaho.
Too small boat you’d think,
but it is the biggest boat,
that I’ve ever bern on.

Birds flying around me.
I am finally free,
this is my Utopia.
This post was written for:

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/05/17/photo-challenge-113/

Longing For Old Days

16 May

found on pinterest

I would give everything 
to rush through those streets again,
not knowing what am I rushing for.

Those times deep in the past,
but not forgotten in my heart.
When we all were young and free,
wishing for one more day like this,
a day which ended with peace.

I long for that lightness,
which does not exist anymore.
Those perfect days are long gone.
And I hear these streets roar…

Haiku For Sunday Evening: Life

15 May

worship this moment,
crazy little thing called life,
always be as you are.

Foggy Morning

14 May

 
At the end of this foggy path
that’s where I will find you.
At least that is what I hope for.
You left on the foggy morning.
I was watching you walking away,
standing on the front porch,
unable to say a word,
my heart slowly cracking.
Today it is me taking the same foggy path.

Hope is my only companion.
Hope is my strenght and weapon.
Hope is what brought me to this path.
Hope that you are out there somewhere,
waiting for me to take you home.

You left without looking back.
But I never left that porch.
Night and day sitting and waiting
for you to come to me.
On this foggy morning I wait no more.
The mountain is calling my name.

At the end of this foggy path,
thats’s where I find you.
For in my heart I have never let you go.