Posts tagged ‘Words’

edges

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the heat of my dreams

warms the cold of my nights,

as well as,

softens

the edges

to the words

i write.

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April 13, 2015 at 12:01 pm 9 comments

more…please…

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when i taste your words on my lips,

i am always

left

~ famished ~

for

more

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April 8, 2015 at 12:48 pm 9 comments

spillage

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you wield the knife

which always impales my heart ~

ensuing in a spill ~

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a mess of thoughts ~

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landing in piles

strewn

on

a

page ~ leaving me

.

with

an

unsettled

soul

and

words ~

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waiting to be written.

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April 7, 2015 at 12:49 pm 9 comments

Six Word Saturday #14

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“you spark a conduit of laughter.”

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April 4, 2015 at 12:29 pm 16 comments

tip toe’ing

i tip toe through words

wondering what i should write ~

give the reader what they want

or

convey these feelings deep down inside.

it is always a tug of war ~

pulling this way and that…

never knowing

where to fall

or

if i should relent ~

simply

collapse?

those who know me have seen moments

of darkness

and

unfiltered fear,

mixed with pessimism,

anger

and

rapid flowing tears

but

there are days when my thoughts

walk into the light

and

the words i present

are carefree

and

bright.

what i do lack

~ however ~

is a muse by my side.

i prefer ‘all’ which surrounds me

to be my inspiration ~ ~ ~

to be my guide.

April 2, 2015 at 12:25 pm 24 comments

10 for Tuesday = ten word story #9

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though silent on screen,

your words speak

loud

and

clear.

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March 31, 2015 at 12:48 pm 15 comments

Six Word Saturday #13

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“Crawling to where?  I prefer flying ~ ~ ~”

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March 28, 2015 at 1:43 pm 10 comments

Friday Flash – Shattered

Felicity at The Dark Chronicles – http://felicityjohns.com/2015/03/27/friday-flash-shattered/ has a wonderful Friday prompt called Friday Flash.  This week’s challenge is called ‘Shattered’.

This is a prompt – to paraphrase Felicity – this is not of ‘word’ only, but of thoughts. It’s feeling the word you see, writing what you feel and revealing a “break” – whether the “break is mental, physical or meta-physical…the point of no return.”  When I saw Felicity’s post, I knew exactly what she meant and knew I had written a piece which, in my humble opinion, describes all of the above.  Incidentally, it is the first poem I ever wrote (not counting high school) and posted on WordPress.

 ~ Numb ~

I want to feel numb – feel nothing.

Feel no love – when it goes away, I do not have to feel so bad.

Feel no hate.

Feel no guilt – for feeling no love or hate.

Feel no hurt or pain – just a nothing existence.

Numb – be dead.  No feelings of anything, just nothingness.

 

A brief explanation:

This piece was originally written in October of 2010.  I shortly, thereafter, revised it as a result of a derogatory comment made by the person who encouraged me to start blogging in the first place.  As a result of his comments (he was not Bill), I buckled under the pressure and lightened it up a bit. I was uncomfortable with this decision, so I posted it – again – word for original word in March 2012 – this being four days before Bill passed away.  What came next was a nightmare I could never have foreseen.  A long story made short:  when I found Bill’s lifeless body, I went into shock.  My neighbor, who had read this piece online and understood my emotional state at the time, was worried for my physical well-being and I was sent, against my will, to the hospital and kept for the day, under ‘supervision’.  I will continue no further on this matter, except to say I had never felt so blindsided, violated, helpless, humiliated, scared, distraught and completely – totally – alone in all of my life.

I did re-post this one more time in February of 2013, after I began writing again.  It was also a few weeks before what was an extremely difficult one year anniversary of Bill’s passing and I had fallen as emotionally low as a person could go.

March 27, 2015 at 1:23 pm 6 comments

behind the url

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i prefer standing behind my words

than

in front

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where there are no words at all.

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March 25, 2015 at 12:00 pm 8 comments

10 for Tuesday = 10 word story #8

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“one person’s

scribbled words

can be

another person’s

literary masterpiece.”

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March 24, 2015 at 12:32 pm 4 comments

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