Stark #writephoto

Bare for all to see,

Completely isolated

from its surrounding

It stood, just like me.

 

The rare breeze

not doing much

to what little leaves

that dared stay on.

 

The sun’s light

ever shining upon

Yet failing to reach

the trees proper.

 

The powerful rain

always falling

Never harming

never helping.

 

Despite it all,

it stood on.

Tall and upright

just like me.

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Written for Thursday Photo Prompt, hosted by the lovely Sue.

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Glimmer #writephoto

distant-lights

Resting against a tree,

she looked on

As the light began to fade,

and night fell.

 

Everything inside her,

getting dimmer

The darkness slowly creeping,

into her thoughts.

 

Shouldering all the doubts,

all her anxieties.

The dim glow of the sun,

egging them on.

 

She looked on as the sun set,

impassive and dull.

The glow leaving the earth,

emptying her.

 

Silvery glow illuminating the aclove,

brightening dark realms.

As the moon glowed in the darkness,

for a brief moment, so did she.


Written for Thursday Photo prompt, with prompt given by the lovely Sue. Her sunset prompts always does get me a little melancholic. Been a while since I’ve last written, I hope I did alright.

She wore a red dress

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She wore a red dress, mischevious and playful.

She wore a red dress, looking dangerously insane.

She wore a red dress, completely enamoring all the men.

She wore a red dress, making her look so serene and strict.

She wore a red dress, one that spoke of unspeakable horrors.

She wore a red dress, looking so innocent and lovely in that dress.

She wore a red dress, something about her so inherently scary.

She wore a red dress, hiding knives in unimaginable places.

She wore a red dress, like the devil with the score to settle.

She wore a red dress, her twists and folds never ending.

She wore a red dress, elegant and utterly charming.

 

She wore a red dress, and as her enemies’ blood splattered upon her, it seemed to get even redder.


Written for the prompt, She wore a red dress, part of July Writing Prompts by the lovely M. Photo by Samuel Zeller on Unsplash

She was magic

She was magic,

all spells and love.

But if provoked,

all curses and thereof.

 

She was beauty,

the prettiest flower.

Gentle and caring,

every day, every hour.

 

She was love,

pure and caring.

But still angry,

when he had it coming.

 

She was the world,

to him and perhaps more.

So drawn was he,

that he forgot she had flaws.

 

She was normal,

except to his twisted views.

She loved him,

so tried to break through.

 

She was determined,

to help him any way she could.

Multiple arguments,

that lead up to nothing good.

 

She was gone,

no one to blame but him.

His life shattered,

everything inside him dim.

 

He was alone,

everything his making.

A love pure,

yet absolutely wrecking.

 

She was an idea,

perfection in a nutshell.

But reality is rarely

covered in pastel.

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Everybody has flaws, no one is perfect and to see them as such is not doing them any justice.

A response to She was magic, part of July Photo Prompt, hosted by the lovely M.

 

The Gentle Wave #writephoto

Gazing at the deep blue,

Marveling at its wonder.

All the highs and lows,

Making her ponder.

 

Memories flashing in front

Of her deep blue eyes.

Thinking about beginnings,

And sad goodbyes.

 

Waves washing into the shore,

Gently yet so full of force.

Washing away her teary eyes,

Yet her voice still is hoarse.

 

Waves marking their place,

Yet repeating it again.

Drying her eyes of tears,

Gently ceasing the pain.

 

After hours on the rock,

She got up to leave.

Her heart no longer weeping,

She no longer meek.


Written as a response to Thursday Photo Prompt- Wave #writephoto, hosted by Sue at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo.

 

Beginnings #writephoto

Underneath the magnificent canopy,

the wind blowing ever so softly,

skies painted ever so beautifully,

sun dying ever so warmly.

 

She sat, gazing at the beauty around,

content with everything here.

Entranced by nature’s splendor,

shoulders light and bright.

 

Past troubles and tensions forgotten,

stress leaving her body.

No more dwelling for future anxieties,

what-ifs or could-have-beens.

 

As darkness grew throughout,

she got up, ready to leave.

To not return to this wonderland,

until she’d bested herself.

 

A new place, a new beginning,

no expectations thrust upon.

She’d build herself from the ground,

and return here once more.

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Written as a response to Thursday Photo Prompt- Beginning #writephoto, hosted by the lovely Sue over on Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo.

Conflagration #writephoto

She sat, perplexed, confused,

Mostly angry at herself.

Burdened by demonic hindsight,

Torn apart by regret.

 

Staring at the dying sun,

The last embers of the day.

Wishing she could go back,

And change her fate.

 

It’d been sudden, unforeseeable,

Unbearable and taxing.

A fire that’d burned so fast,

Destroying and damaging.

 

She sat, a broken woman,

Losing everything that mattered.

24 hours that’d changed it all,

If only she could turn back time…


Written as a response to Thursday Photo Prompt hosted by the lovely Sue Vincent.

Daily Prompt: Assumption

A smile that doesn’t reach the eyes,

a laugh that is all too fake.

The small shake of a hand,

subtle hints that tell all.

 

A small, warm, welcoming smile.

A little here, a little there.

One genuine compliment is enough,

to make someone’s day.

 

Assuming you know better

when you have no idea.

Seeing things that aren’t there,

a mountain out of a molehill.

 

But is assumption really that bad,

when it helps people you care?


via Daily Prompt: Assumption

Daily Prompt: Sleeve

She was always smiling, happy to everyone.

He was always sour and unapproachable.

She was adored by many, loved by all.

He watched over their backs constantly.

She was an angel to many who’d met her,

and especially the light of his life.

She was headfast and supportive of him always.

He was just glad she was there.

She tried very hard to fit in,

but there are always hurdles in life.

Slowly, her smiles became strained, her eyes unhappy,

but no one could see it except for him.

She was never perfect despite trying.

To him, she was nothing less, no matter what.

She broke down in secret, showing no weakness.

He became her strength, as she’d been his.

As she cried in darkness hidden from others,

He became her sleeve to cry upon.

 

via Daily Prompt: Sleeve.