Strange is another word for human
http://everydayfix.tumblr.com/post/167507468164/shoving-myself-into-a-orderly-line-to-hide-the
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Strange is another word for human
http://everydayfix.tumblr.com/post/167507468164/shoving-myself-into-a-orderly-line-to-hide-the
Fiction
https://www.youtube.com/embed/EiRPoAFl-P4
https://emilyloisrose.tumblr.com/post/148486034432/i-could-feel-a-tingling-in-my-extremities-like-an
(fiction)
https://emilyloisrose.tumblr.com/post/148477260804/i-was-walking-down-a-cobbled-parisian-street
(fiction)
A place called home
http://kreativekonsciousmind.tumblr.com/post/144367467585/a-place-called-home
it is poetry
‘The REZ’s EDGE’ - “Destruction & Redemption”
The following is a short excerpt from a full length (over 100,000 words) Novel/Book of mine that is very close to completion. I consider the work Literary Historical Fiction. The story takes place in a town next to an Indian Reservation in the 1970's, shortly after the American Indian Movement (AIM) occupation of the village of Wounded Knee on the Lakota Sioux Pine Ridge Indian Reservation in South Dakota. The main character, a boy named Dakota, is involved in an automobile accident which kills his father. The accident is caused by an American Indian man. The story deals with trauma, racism, bullying, attraction, intimacy, love, hate, and a barrage of emotions. Please contact me for further excerpts from the Novel. Thank you.
‘The REZ’s EDGE’ - “Destruction & Redemption” by author/writer Brad Jensen
My body is violently thrown forward and my head smashes against the dashboard. The seat belt strap across my body feels like it is trying to saw me in half. All is dark except for streaks of light, and in an instant I hear crunching, grinding, shredding, ripping, total utter chaos, and my own screams ripping from my lungs. Shrapnel hits and tears at my face and body. Then it all comes to a stop.
It is night and all is quiet except for the loud thumping inside my chest that causes my temples to pulse with the beat. Gravity is reversed and trying to pull my body into the top of the Thunderbird's cab and headliner. The drumming increases and crescendos. Stars explode inside my head and then.... Blackness.
A Rich Man's Solitude - Jacob Lindell
Jacob Lindell: 'A Rich Man's Solitude'
Hello, my name is Jacob Lindell, I am an aspiring writer with a passion for creativity and art. But that's enough about me, please enjoy my poetry, and thank you for the opportunity to submit my work.
A Rich Man's Solitude
God’s hand had declared a war,
upon all of the broken hearted;
for the fall of the ungracious sinners,
and the rise of those who’ve departed.
So he wished upon me a river,
and out it came - from the palm of his hand;
sailing away, I’d follow the upstream,
drawing me back to where we began.
Unannounced - I had shown to your doorstep,
you took me in for the very last time;
heaving silver at all of my sorrys,
I had confessed to you all of my crimes.
And in the end - come to my surprise,
it is now you that is letting me go;
the pain had riveted throughout my body,
I tried my hardest not to let it show.
I wish to attest to you all of my failures,
in hopes I can somehow press rewind;
“God, please can you make this better!
I can't imagine her not being mine!”
And he swooped down from the heavens,
in time to witness what I had done;
and all it took was the pull of a trigger,
and the violent discharge of a gun.
I couldn't bare to withstand the heartache,
without her -I'd rather be dead;
so to silence the pain of this hole in my heart,
I blew a second hole into my head.
And when the trumpets had welcomed my arrival,
I angrily approached Heaven’s door;
God said, “Son, why so unappreciative?
I couldn't have possibly given you more.”
“You're a rich man on the outside,
but on the inside your soul is adjourned;
snatching the hearts of all these young women,
and giving nothing to them in return.”
“But Father, what's to stop me from crying?”
he said, “Surely there's life after death;
and my Heaven is now your sanctuary,
don't you know, all along you've been blessed!”
I've always been too blind to see it,
but I had the most precious of finds;
and he was always there watching over me,
just walking two steps behind.
I was a rich man on the outside,
but I harbored a fool’s heart;
totally blind to all of the good things,
and blessings I had from the start.
-Jacob Lindell
a long overdue apology
to my body, i am sorry.
for not caring for, appreciating you, and loving you like i should have.
for associating you for years with the feelings of shame, embarrassment, hatred, and disgust.
for cruelly punishing you for my inner turmoil by seeking comfort and relief through emotional binges. for mistreating you for years by shoveling in the wrong foods.
for the years of painful comparisons.
for the late nights spent lying naked on the bathroom floor, marking all of my bodily “imperfections” with a blue ballpoint pen.
for equating your worth to a number on a scale. for seeking validation from others, not realizing the only person’s validation i needed was my own.
for believing that you were an enemy of mine, a foreign entity whose sole purpose was to haunt me by embodying all of my shortcomings and inadequacies.
for failing to realize that on the contrary, you are the entire structure of my physical being. the reason i am able to think and feel and breathe and walk.
you have never given up on me. you are the only body i have ever had. the only one i will never know, throughout my days on this tiny blue planet, or in this lifetime.
i care about you, i appreciate you, and i love you.
to my body, thank you.
-r.m. (uncovering-pulchritude)
The Bone Grit Historeum
HI there! I'd love to be included in your list. My name is Kamilla Reid and I've written a YA fantasy series called The Bone Grit Historeum. This is the link
bonegrits.com/about
and here is a brief description:
In a ravishing world crawling with secrets and sorcery, Root, a lowly Bone Grit tries to escape her country’s deadly game of intrigue. Only to discover, she is its most valuable pawn.
Thanks so very much! This is such a nice service you provide! :):):)
Velvet azure estuary, this gusty portal agape at the open mouth of the raucous world as always bitten by the elegiac peace of what was never even mine Unknown desire in this mishap life here closing...
The Blue Hour [A. Maragni]
http://anthonymaragni.tumblr.com/post/134761262499/the-blue-hour-a-maragni
tidal
http://collaredcities.tumblr.com/post/130647782710
This is poetry. Or maybe just a stream of consciousness. Or perhaps both.
Piece of Prose
They tore down my walls, using as an excuse my incongruous ways they made me trust them and if I knew they were lying, I gave in. I saw them from the highest point of my city, destroy everything and everyone I loved, liked and even respected. Then they comeback, took me down and beat me down to death, thus coward me having nothing left to hold onto to, wished to die and put an end to my miser. But they wanted more pain out of me, so they let me live, a live from which death looks way more appealing .
Dog Shelter
Fiction, Short Story
http://www.amazon.co.uk/381/dp/B011AEFKV8/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1437157547&sr=1-2&keywords=dog+shelter
I missed it.
http://chewbaccasockhop.tumblr.com/post/120497018637/youd-think-that-someone-with-eyes-like-hers-eyes
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So, I'm tagging the things I'm tagging because I think they mean "Hey, I'd like some advice or some tips/critique on this piece. If i'm wrong, then just ignore the tags, and I apologize for the mixup.
Forza Della Natura
Category: Poetry
Through your veins let loose the wind
coursing uncharted as your being accepts
elements of our make… never to rescind
prenatal and betrothed are an oceans wave
married is marred into emotion tides
commingled essence flowing, we bathe…
a force of nature is so much more than we say.
Bring forth fire from longings that temper want
smokey dreams of touch, heat experiential
illusions cast flickering this twin flame relevant
return the ash of erosion and winds salve to ground
our Mother, our nurture, growing again to loam
circles of death and life mitigate our earth nature profound….
a force of nature is so much more than what we say.
Chris Whitenack © 2015
http://chriswwriter.tumblr.com/post/119186550045/whiteysplace-forza-della-natura-through-your