Day: Sep 12, 2018
One-Liner Wednesday. Alternative Dictionary.
Testicles : practice tickling.
Part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
This is my entry for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales.
More trouble in Heaven and Hell.
The snow had fallen for days now. The whole town was cut off. Those stuck in the library were warm and well entertained. Micheal was helping Gabriel search for his talc and Azriel. St Peter had told the Big Man it was a Code White. Satan was warming himself by the fire, happy.
COLLEEN’S WEEKLY TANKA TUESDAY POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 101, “PLAN & FINISH,” SYNONYMSONLY
This is my entry for Colleen’s Weekly Tuesday Tanka.
This week’s prompts to use as Synonyms only are Plan and Finish.
Autumn has arrived
She has brought new ideas
Glad to be alive
I walk through shades of her
Summer’s end is bitter sweet.
September Music 12
For the month of September I am going to choose a piece of music or song and write a poem or alternative version. Jane Dougherty is doing a September Stanza here. And Kat Myrman is doing September a poem a day Here.
Today’s piece of music is, The Devil’s Trill by Vannessa Mae.
Frightened and alone I retreat into my shell
I am afraid that the black is returning. I am descending into hell.
The zip is returning to my mouth slowly but surely closing.
The nothingness, is crawling into my soul leaving it frozen .
The silence is already here it screams above the noise
I go about my everyday wearing a smile not to loosing my poise.
It is easier to give into the waves of black.
Than it is to fight the demons throwing knives at my back.
I see it moving in, closing down the horizon, blurring out all hope
No escape, no appeal the relentlessness. I hold out no hope.
The snipes and the jibes are ever present now
The condemnation and the shame is making my back bow.
Claws and talons scratch at me they leave their bloody marks
On my arms and on my back . I hear it screaming in my head as at me it barks!
“Usless you are useles, lazy and stupid , good for nothing a waste of space.”
It is easier to give in now than to fight as once again I fall from grace.
Lost I reach for the bitter pill
No hope left I hear the Devil’s Trill.