#writngs

[rubbylizzy]

"October is about trees revealing colors they've hidden all year. People have an October as well

J.M Storms

[graffiti-library]

- Wild and War - 2005 - nr.4 - oblong 29.8-20.9cm - softcover - 

[jameone]

[theoutcastsays]

I usually cruise through life detached and distant without really knowing it. And then one of those days I wake up suddenly and unexpectedly as if a spell has been lifted off of me and I have come back to reality. I wake up with all of my consciousness and unconsciousness aligning and pointing to a single truth. i wake up to a deafening silence and miles of emptiness. Perhaps that is the reason I rather stay in a beautiful perception than living with my eyes and mind wide open . I rather live in pretty lies. If we are gonna end up at the same place when the world ends, does it really matter how I got there as long as I get there?  

~ scribbles

[smouldering-dream]

Prompt # 21 Crunch

The familiar sound of crunching leaves underfoot lead his way to his destination. It hadn’t been that long since he last visited, but it seemed like he’d return whenever he had to make an important decision of some kind. Perhaps he felt it necessary to return each time because of the memories the place called up. The start of his life outside of the Shroud, the beginnings of his dream, and his desire to become what he is now. All of that started at this simple farm house which was now a ruin.

Trying to recall anything before he and his family left this place only left him with cloudy memories of people he used to know and was once friends with. Only the reason why he and his family left could he recall with perfect clarity. Since that day a gradual decay of any fondness he had for those people eventually was no more. It was overall an unpleasant thing to recall, but still, coming back to where his adventure began was enjoyable. If only to look back and see how far he has come.

[kundalinilife]

Challenges are invitations to reclaim your power by making the right choices, to choose your grace/ Kundalini and it’s agenda for you over and over again.

julia

[mildreflections]

Sorrow

She sits on a chair,

In her permanent room.

A smile on her face,

Nothing more.

She knows every door

Every tile on the floor,

She knows her way around my heart,

My soul.

She in her wildest,

When I am low.

Quiet,

When I sing of love and joy.

She is grey and dim,

But graceful and brim,

A figure of enchanting magic,

And wickedly sins.

Oh! she is in ways beautiful,

In ways terrible,

An angelic terror in my hearty abyss.

She is a part of me,

A forever entity,

She is my

Sorrowful bliss.

               - Mild Reflections

[that-means-we-are-inconsolable]

I only wanted something simple, something generic

Saying Your Names by Richard Siken