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TLT: Woman

23 Feb

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photo by Clem Onojehungo via Unsplash

There were a tough times that we once went through, you and I. I was upset, angry, frightened, never knew if you’d come back.

But I’m not waiting you by my door anymore.

I am now living on my own, ready to face whatever comes in my way. You made me the woman that I am now.

This post was written for TLT challenge and of course for all the women out there, who are stronger than they ever thought they could be 

 

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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.

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.

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: The Last Hope

18 Aug

photo by Breno Machado

There is light in every darkness” she said and turned her head towards the sky. She closed her eyes and I felt her power to grow.

The black monstreous clouds began to open the way for something so beautifull, that my eyes started to hurt.

There we were standing under the brightness of a new beginning. The last hope didn’t die…
This post was written for TLT:

https://only100words.xyz/2016/08/18/three-line-tales-week-twenty-nine/

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.

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

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. 

TLT: The Harmony

5 May

TLT 14 photo by Fabio Rose – click here for full res pic


I looked on his right side and saw the light warmimg up my cheecks, making me feel safe.

 I looked on his left side and saw the darkness, clouds gathering and I knew something bad was up.

But then I found the middle line, that keeps harmony between his good and bad sides. Now I know life is not only about the beautiful sunrises.

This post was written for TLT challenge. Three Line Tales, Week Fourteen | Only 100 Words

https://only100words.xyz/2016/05/05/three-line-tales-week-fourteen/

TLT: There In The Woods…

28 Apr

photo prompt by Dayne Topkin – click here for full res version

 
On the cold mountain of Himalayas, you need something that warm up your heart.

There, under the mountain, a small cabin is hidden behind the trees.The red tea-pot shining from the kitchen welcomes you whenever you enter the cabin.

It is always ready, waiting for the lost souls who need to warm up and find their way back home.

This post was written for Three Line Tales | Only 100 Words

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