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TLT: My Beacon

20 Oct

photo by William Bout

Meetig my husband was the saving point in my life.

We met when I was at the bottom of bottoms.

He was my light in the darkness, that forever holds me strong as a beacon in the thundery times.

This post was written for TLT challenge.

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TLT: A Flowergirl

13 Oct

photo by Ben Rosett

We don’t talk anymore.
I still see you smiling while looking to me.
You are not the little boy
and I am not the flower girl anymore.

We walked the line throughout our life together.
The path was not always studded with flowers,
but we made it till here.
Here is the place where I am now,
but you…

We don’t talk anymore.
There is nothing left to say without the loved one.
You are gone and I am sitting here, waiting.
The flowers in my hand slowly falling to the ground, I don’t remember who gave them to me.
You were my man, my friend, lover, family.
I was your flower girl since the day one.
You were my man till the end.
No more flowers, only sad hope that I see you soon enough.

This post was written for TLT challenge.

Gate – #writephoto

18 Sep


The lost souls of the heaven upon us,

they call for attention,

not knowing what happened to them.

Rest my dear ones,

the time has come.

You no longer need to worry,

there is a new road you need to ride.

And it is hell of a ride! 😉

This post was written for https://scvincent.com/2016/09/15/thursday-photo-prompt-gate-writephoto/

TLT: The Anxiety

8 Sep

photo by Steven Wei


the kings of towers and kongs of walls are  bordering me every day

suddenly the space is getting smaller, my head is going to explose

I can’t take a breath, so I reach for the sky. But that blue, fresh space is too mich far. I feel the anxiety inside me to grow
https://only100words.xyz/2016/09/08/three-line-tales-week-thirty-two/

TLT: Troubleman

30 Jun

photo by Rosan Harmens – click here for full res version


Sirens playing their serenade, looking for me, the troubleman.

I watch police cars chasing a lunatic. Bob Dylan singing in the background if my head.

And I sit on a cabinet, swaying my legs and thinking how to get out from this mess.
This post was written for TLT challenge.

Your footsteps

21 Jun

Brooke Shaden

I can hear you laughing,
as you were still here.
I can see you walking on the beach,
as I saw you years ago.
As if you have never left.
I remember those days,
when you called my name,
to follow your lead.
Now it is just me here.
I have nobody to follow.

This post was written for:
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/06/21/photo-challenge-118/

Everyday

11 Jun

Everyday I have a reason to wake up,
every single moment
has a meaning.
it is the meaning of LIFE.
Here and now…

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.