Tag Archives: amwriting

Where Are You Running, Rick?

8 Apr

Found on pinterest

He runs as fast as the wind lets him,
far away from the crowd.
What awaits him behind the horizon?

The clouds gather.
Nothing good comes out of this escape.
Fear the uknown evil…

TLT: Wind In My Sails

7 Apr

photo by Charlie Harutaka

 

I am no longer a child who used to play foolish games.

Yet the morning dew on the window brings lost memory of my childhood.

Will I ever ship out on the sea with a fresh wind in the sails again? 


This post was written for TLT challenge.

 

 

 

The Circle of a Sailor’s Life

5 Apr

Image: Tomasz

There it floats
alone in the dark,
in silence of it’s own magnificence.
Solitude at its best,
in the middle of the ocean.

Desperate sailor sitting on a deck,
gazing at the frozen surface,
stars are his only bright companion.
The calmness is surreal.

His lungs exhaling cold air
as the last plain sign of despair.
Death awaits.

On the sea he was born.
On the sea he dies.
That is the circle of a sailor’s life.


 

This post was written for https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/04/05/photo-challenge-107/ 

 

Awakening

4 Apr

 

I walked this path alone,
hoping I would find you,
hoping you would follow.
Today I know it was ment to be.
I am not a fool.
I have no senseless hopes no more.
This path was chosen for me.

I walked this path alone
and here I come.
My final destination awaits me.
I finally found a way to my true self.
This place is my shelter.

You are not here,
I don’t miss you.
For today I am the true me.

I walked this path alone
and I would walk it again.
Today I am the lone survivor,
the warrior of my soul.

A Reckless Decision

3 Apr

collage-20

Louise packed her last things and watched her room in a silence. She looked to the walls, to the chair she used to sit every day, to the bed she used to lean her body every night on exhausted from work on a farm. She looked to the bookshelf above her bed for the last time.

Circus. That was her passion and ticket to the life she had always dreamed of.  She wanted to be part of the famous shows, to become a part of such crazy and beautiful world. Soon she will be on the road towards her freedom.

Her heart was beating fast as she was coming down the stairs to say last good-bye to her mother. Eyes  gazing downward, afraid to say a word, she approached the kitchen where her mother was sitting at the table, waiting for her daughter to change her mind.

“Tell me what it is you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” her mother disapproved. In the fear of loosing her daughter forever, she hoped Louise would stay when she’d see her mother’s sadness.

“This is my destiny, mother. At least I have to try, don’t you understand? This is my chance to get out of here and become someone.”

“You are someone. You don’t have to join some freak show to find that out!”

 Mary regretted those last words since. She never got the chance to take them back, for Louise never returned to her mother’s arms again.


This post was written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie : Writing Prompt #153 “Collage 20”

The Spirit of Life

2 Apr

 

For we want everything to be perfect
we don’t see the real nature of all things.
Just look around,
everything already is perfect.
Enjoy the spirit of life.

The Games We Used To Play

31 Mar

photo by Moritz Schmidt

Do you remember those times when we were kids, having fun with all those games we used to play?

We still play games today.

They are just more dangerous than any other child’s game.

This post was written for Three Line Tales, Week Nine.

Little Getaway

29 Mar

 

on a trip we go
who knows when we come back again
or will we ever?

Haiku For Sunday Evening – Into The Woods

27 Mar

found on pinterest


 

into the woods, there she goes
the path is lost, that’s what I know
her blood is the only trace…

TLT – New Hope

24 Mar
tlt-w8

TLT photo prompt by Liam Desic

the sun is rising
proud colors waving in the wind
feel the new hope coming!
This haiku was written for TLT – Week Eight