You know, you leave me amazed sometimes. How, with so much of passion and strength in your voice you said that you are here to stay. And how one night, all of a sudden that passion and energy in your voice faded. It rather uplifted your instincts of sabotaging at crucial moments and you left me stranded like a sailor gets stuck on a deserted island with remains of wrecked ship."
Use the word #stranded and compose your write ups.
Visualize this color. Think of what it makes you feel. What it stands for. What the story hidden in it could be. Then create a short story, drabble, one - line story, poem, anything that takes your fancy.
Night that whelves in my Claustrophobic lungs Tapping the switch of light A sudden numbness carried My mind to Alamort I can fathom , there's an Orenda going to release The ashes from my nose With the tapping of switch Juxtaposing light and dark Face after face are revealing visualise the myriad of hearts
//I started from the left Although I've gerstmann syndrome I walk straight always, I just listen the echoes in chorus//
FACE l One Ancient King, whose kingdom is annihilated , still wonders in those grey, cracked walls, tastes the fungal leaves that could help him to resist his hunger. As his life has waned and sorrows rained, the flower was laid and forever remained in a place preordained where it has decayed.
FACE II One Old Mother, like an old flower blooms one last time, gloomy and shriveled, rid of all shine, guilty and withered. Silent or alone, as I looked at her with smile, rain down kissed her wrinkled cheeks and dehydrated lips. One mother who couldn't justify her seed when it's already a tree, couldn't give her space under to sit and oxygen to breathe
FACE III One Poor Farmer, who never knew, there was a struggle he always puts on his brave face, uses it as a blanket when winter falls in his autumn skin. He is floating separated from time and space, dreaming isolated from tongue and place.
FACE lV One Young Girl, growing a soul in her womb, but she couldn't tell the world about the root of her sapling that leaves her to fall apart, deprived from the society where she lives. She is a girl, going to be a woman with skin and bones, her eyes were in several tones. I taste the sweetness of sadness in her tears, expecting a soul will pull her out from the dirt, ever so lonesome, strolls through the labyrinth of my skin.
FACE V One Half Dead Soldier, bloodshed on his uniform, shoes are so dirty with flesh and mud, searching familiar faces. His eyes would behold the glory of the sun, his sweat evaporated, kissed the sunshine, evolved steam upward to heaven, his dreams downward of seeing his country again.
FACE VI One Widow, the eternal truth ceased the rainbow in her hair, her face is etched in the sun, painful beauty isolates her desire, moonlight caresses her silent stars. She is longing, aching, thirsting for one touch.
FACE VII One Reflection Of My Face, she has my eyes, my ears, my conflicts, my clothes and hair color too. As if I wanna look at a face behind me, a replica of mine. She came with tears in her eyes and cried, saying she wasn't good enough. The faces around looked at her and told she is more than beautiful, just looked weak and broken. Smile is very unique, rows of white teeth with a gap in between. Hair is so bright as flame, just curly and tangled that didn't want to be tamed.
Show me a face which is not sad Show me a face which is not stressed Show me a face which is not dead
*Morning vibes coming through the broken glass of my window
//My soul is roaming here and there wondering in shades meeting different faces in dreams who are still lively after Death She dreams of places high somewhere above the summer rain where the old pain goes and tells a tale of how she wades is all the bairn knows//
*Knowing the faces do not belong to this place, knowing they are harrowing pain on their withered face....
We can forget a face but can never forget their songs of pain with different rhythm and lyrics