seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from Netherlands
seen from Netherlands
seen from Netherlands
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from Estonia
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from United States
seen from Russia
seen from Yemen
seen from Ukraine
seen from United States
seen from Ukraine
seen from Russia
seen from Italy
down this road
Walking down this old town road,
as dark skies broad,
with no town in sight,
no town alight,
hollow hearts and heavy steps,
eyes that had been dry but wept.
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©Bea Marie Luther
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picture prompt by poeticmellifluous with judge danielleholian_ on Instagram
Prompt: Looming
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The shadow hovered and loomed,
Distorted wisps of gloom,
The figure behind the fog grew,
A ghostly hand with a pale hue,
A past wraith haunted what was due,
Cold fear settled which was nothing new.
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For the 24hr challenge in poeticmellifluous on IG.
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©Bea Marie Luther
Sometimes, before I go to sleep, I just think I want to continue sleeping until all my problems get solved. I don't like confronting problems, be in the middle of problems, be the source or the receiving end of problems, and especially solving problems.
Because I'd rather have none at all.
I hate the fact that problems and trials are the reason people evolve, because they go through tough shit and I JUST DON'T WANT TO DEAL WITH ANYTHING RIGHT NOW YKNOW. I'm just so fucking tired I just...
I just. I'm not in a good place. Especially my head. I'm seeing some ideation in my mind's eye and they tend to be clear cut in the ending.
I tend to rant with words online because I can't in real life. Which. Because.
Because of simple shit that I don't want to even deal with because of the emotional upheaval this endeavor will cause me and other parties involved as well as my current state of financial stability and reliability as a fucking person.
Like. How to deal. How to adult. How to continue to keep adulting reliably.
How.
Haha. I'm being vague as fuck but man.
Even though others have it worse or if others say my problems are small as fuck, well. I'm having a hard time with it. It's not your problem. It's mine. You just have a different problem you're having trouble with that I'm not.
my life in music
Music is in my every beat, my every laugh, my every sob, in my every step of the way. It's my medium for life in melodic notes. It is my outlet, my expression I can't live without.
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For World Music Day Writing Contest by unpublished_drafts and tale_pals in Instagram.
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©Bea Marie Luther
a dream spark
I dream alone in the dark
of rainbows and warmth
I long for the spark
that will fill my heart.
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©Bea Marie Luther
Picture Prompt by poeticmellifluous on IG
My entry
Under the sun's warmth by the lake,
On a picnic blanket with two wine glasses,
Our hands entwine so sweetly,
And we fit ever so perfectly.
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©Bea Marie Luther
the first sound of rain
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A rain's prelude arose,
As the sky grays and clouds form,
At THE FIRST SOUND OF RAIN,
I remember our days,
Tears fresh at bay.
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©Bea Marie Luther
monochrome world
In this four corner world,
only I exist
with my bed
with my laptop
and my silence
with my my thoughts and
fictional people for company
life was monotonous
life was safe
life was in dull comfort everyday.
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©Bea Marie Luther
