Posts filed under ‘communication’

10 for Tuesday = Ten word Story #12

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“my words stand alone

unless

they are embraced by you.”

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April 21, 2015 at 12:53 pm 7 comments

spillage

~

you wield the knife

which always impales my heart ~

ensuing in a spill ~

.

a mess of thoughts ~

.

landing in piles

strewn

on

a

page ~ leaving me

.

with

an

unsettled

soul

and

words ~

~

waiting to be written.

~

~

April 7, 2015 at 12:49 pm 9 comments

Six Word Saturday #14

ς

ς

“you spark a conduit of laughter.”

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ς

ς

ς

ς

ς

ς

April 4, 2015 at 12:29 pm 16 comments

my un-twitted tweet

γ

i prefer my tweets

with

feathers and beaks

γ

γ

 

March 16, 2015 at 12:15 pm 12 comments

call me a what?

~

i call it my scribbles

however

you may call it what you wish,

they are feelings and thoughts scratched into words ~

~

sometimes rhyming…

sometimes not…

~

they are what they are

and

they come from inside ~

my mind, my gut,

my heart.

~

March 9, 2015 at 12:18 pm 33 comments

dialogue

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/

it can take only a few words to break me

and

you chose them

all

/

no more

/

/

February 4, 2015 at 2:59 pm 11 comments

introspection

i look at you

and

i do not know who you are

~ anymore ~

~

what

i do know

is

you are not the person you used to be

~

i do not know

if i should love you,

hate you,

admire you

or

abhor you.

i know nothing.

January 28, 2015 at 1:50 pm 17 comments

can you, do you…

can you read the beat of my heart

in the words

which lay in front of you?

can you hear them sing

line by line

what it is they are trying to say?

can you feel them ~

do they touch you ~

do they whisper ~

or

do they scream ~

or

are they a scattering of letters

upon a page

meaning nothing

but

my non-nonsensical dreams?

January 26, 2015 at 2:15 pm 13 comments

noisy, noisy, noisy

~

the thought of you

never

tip toes

through my mind.

~ instead ~

you clamor,

you stammer,

you stumble,

you stomp

and

i scream inside

to drown you out

~ ~ ~

but

all i ever get

is

a headache

and

a heartache

and

the desire

to

~ YELL ~

profanities

out

loud

!

~

January 15, 2015 at 1:00 pm 14 comments

twisted

my words

can

speak

twisted thoughts

and

feelings

which

are best kept distant

behind

blackened windows

and

locked doors.

January 5, 2015 at 1:12 pm 6 comments

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