Broken bred – Promote Yourself

All that time spent

Staring at the sea

Immersed in a mystery

Unbeknownst to me

Just thought to be

Terribly alone in pain and lonely

The sounds of wind

From all directions

The roaring surf

The seagulls foraging

Drowning out the noise in me

A kind of blessed cacophony

Of un-silent silent serenity

Never knowing why thus drawn

Inexorably..?

Is it in all of us?

Whatever this could be?

This often searched for

Object of curiosity

Never really hoped to find what I was looking for

Seemed another fantasy to me

Never escaped for long

Always just a few steps beyond

The opened cell behind me

I could back right in without even looking

So effortlessly

A few steps forward

I could disappear

Meld into the horizon

Lose myself…

And dream

Of a warm, plush comfortable blanket,

Being wrapped around me as I trembled

Alone In the dark

salty tears

finding my tongue

tasting You…

speaking into me

all along…

“if people destroy something made by man they are called vandals. if they destroy something made by GOD they are called developers”
God Bless

 

“Looking for a rose” – Promote Yourself

looking for a rose within the death

tree- quelling sick absence, fallen hues

of light, soft recoil of thorn, repressed,

burning fractal, knocked sedate, defray

blessed tongues flirting within her

sublunary passion, celestial torture,

croaking slit through the flutter- hard

and nigh, thoracic night, stolen glimmer

pierced, abounding- lurking in and

out, slanted, for the cusp of pink play-

nervous clouded, His chiaroscuro,

black-and-red featured smutting

and as the world twirls her, fresh,

in cold lullaby whispers- her doll

dream comes wither, for sinned pipe-like

display- and He fills her scent with

slapped grooming- as He dies for 

her, haemorrhagic glints- pleading

grate for woven art, silken prattle

gleaming onward.

Name: Stephanie Williams

Country: USA

To tell you a bit about myself- I am an aspiring writer/author from Delaware, in the United States, who is also looking for work within the area of Drug & Alcohol Counselling.  I have been published in 2 magazines as well as obtained a contract with a publishing company (my book is due to be released in May)

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Life’s will – The Writing Challenge

 

Why am I here

The robin sweetly sang

Why am I here

Alone he felt a pang

Where is my dear

He looked all around him 

The sky was now clear

And yet he still sat there

Staring at trees now bare

Perched on that sill

Not knowing why 

Yet knowing it was life’s will

He came every day

Watching the sky fall away

And every day he heard desperate cries 

Coming from the window 

Tears rolling from black eyes

Shaking the lady had come to her tether

Tired of being alive, tired of the cold weather

For the first time in a month she looks through her window 

Hearing sweet chirping melting her sorrow 

A smile plays at the end of her lips

As a robin strokes his legs against her fingertips

Everything’s going to be alright

She sighs 

Death is always near by 

But All around me there is life

– charleen powell

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Dance of The Winter Solstice

Chilled air breaches my lungs.
The ground’s dead leaves lie under the frost.
Raindrops freeze before falling to the earth,
The frozen tears of the sky,
Each a unique and irreplaceable gem.

Strong cold winds make branches begin to shiver.
Old tattered gloves lay in the snow, discarded.
The divine moonlight reflects on each pristine snowflakes.
A Winter Solstice light show.

The cold turns my breath into frosty clouds.
My ears slip into numbness.
My lips begin to quiver.
I didn’t care,
The night was so peaceful.

Snowflakes danced down to the earth,
Twirling to show of their unique patterns.
Trying desperately to be remembered,
Before melting away.
I will remember you.
The dazzling confetti from the sky.
Frosted tears of a higher being.
Jack Frost’s own miraculous dancers.

Twirling, Falling, Gliding, Spinning.
It’s the dance of the Winter Solstice.
Your first and longest performance of the year.
And it’s your time to shine.

The winter sky will be your stage.
People, animals and trees your audience.
So, go on.
Dance.

Dyllan Brown – Bramble

 

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