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Love on the Wind

The sound of waves hitting the shore combined with a sharp wind. It was the perfect picture of life at the junction of the  water and sand. Two sea gulls sat together on the sand, One seemed injured, the other, taking short flights and diving at minnows in the shallows left by low tide.

I was witnessing the caring of natures partners. One gull rose on the wind and dove into the water, coming up with a wiggling minnow. She waddled to her partner and pushed the food into his mouth. He hobbled, then swallowed. She flew into the wind.

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Don’t watch. Wait, no, I know you have to count
the minutes so you know how long it lasts,
this seizure with its dynamite that blasts
my brain to temporary shreds. With gaunt

eyes, lost in fog now, I depend on you.
You may not know just what to do, but still,
I beg: Don’t let it drive my avenue.
Please, help to quiet down its voice so shrill.

Note to Self- Writing Prompt

Dear me at the age of 30-

I hope you survived this long

despite of the ravaging storm,

if you are still going through

the same situation as me

try hard to get rid of it

because there is more to life

but this numbness

you must have embraced so

comfortably by now,

if you have got rid of it

never forget your experience

embrace your new life

and take those steps

you have earlier been 

too afraid to take.

whether you are still dealing

with it or not,

try and help others-

listen to them, let them speak,

never be judgemental

for I know how it feels

and you too, I know.

Sincerely, the being that is you

at a younger age of 17.

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I simply can’t write… (5-line stanzas)


comes a 

time every day

when I strive to

write but I simply can’t.


just doesn’t

seem right that

my mind goes blank

and I simply can’t write.


I know

it occurs when

I feel a sudden

revulsion towards everything in life.


also when

I am anxious

and I try to

comprehend with my numb thoughts.


still this

must be the

time when I am

able to express myself fully.


that is

not the case

with me because I

just simply can not write.

On the other side

On the other side

You know I couldn’t believe it
I felt the heart attack and thought
Not now ! But I fell for it,
After I have been sold and bought…

You tried but you couldn’t help me,
But now it’s a different story,
I can lend you a hand at least,
And I won’t call you the beast.

It’s time to have a new dream,
Cleared from my monstruosity,
Let’s shine like all the sunbeams,
Let’s change the face of this city !

I’ve been a loser all my life,
This time, I’ll keep an open heart
Beating the rhythm of the night,
I won’t let them tear us apart
No more !

September, the 12th


The Painted Man

The Painted Man ~ SwittersB

Fuzzy thinking in life. Few things seem certain at times. Memories of old…were they what I believe now? Glimpses of long ago are layers of impressions covering over myself. Some are good, some are not so good.

Layer upon layer seems to cloud an honest assessment of reality. The present is often met with borrowing from the old. Sometimes intuition tells you not to trust the old pathways. Too many mistakes. But, one can come to a stand still if that happens too often.

It helps to strip away some of those layers, to discard them. Like a remodel, the layers are peeled away and a foundation, the bones, are exposed with hopefully not too much damage. 

Sometimes there is a charm to the old. But when the layers start to peel, bubble, lift…a little remodel is in order and a good thing. Positive energy and outcomes.

The Almond and The Teeth

The almond fights with my teeth,

The molars who want to get rid of it,

But dear almond wants to stick over there,

Tangled in between the wells of teeth.

My teeth call for help,

The tongue sets in the fight,

Tries to wiggle out the almond,

But the almond is too stubborn,

The tongue is not going to retreat,

But for how long?

The most powerful must be called,

The one the almond fears the most.

Hence, my teeth invoke the hands to go,

And pick up a tooth pick,

Take it within the mouth and jerk,

And jerk that jerk out of the molars.

The almond cries but no one cares,

The tiny almond is swallowed;

And the tooth pick is thrown,

For who cares now?

The teeth are fine,

And the tongue is back to business.

Almond is history ,

And tooth pick- what about it?


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