T-kun Unusual Wordsmith III

Got to keep it short, nor words that leave . . . must be short and direct. Read the rest of this entry →

“I’m in trouble?”

The apprehension in the kitchen couldn’t get anymore thicker than it was, a knife would brake first before even trying to hack it.

“That would sum up most of it, honey, yes it would.” Read the rest of this entry →

He stood by the building, eyeing each brick of the structure. Read the rest of this entry →

Why?

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Hot red shy was elaborated Read the rest of this entry →

Today marks the 400th blog and for a moment I had no idea of what to do, but finally taken a break and greatly being bad at spelling, from time to time, I found an interesting site that is all about keeping words intact that are almost forgotten from the world dictionary. You can find the full site here: http://phrontistery.info/ and with that said, enjoy . . . definitions will be at the end. Read the rest of this entry →

Resting upon the bed,
sheets sprawled in sheer wildness,
leaving skin bare. Read the rest of this entry →

Late spring has come, winter long gone, the garden slowly in bloom. Read the rest of this entry →

Stiff,
Only the window as a guide to the outside world,
Uncertain but there as it is . . . Read the rest of this entry →

Stiff,
Only the window as a guide to the outside world,
Uncertain but there as it is . . . Read the rest of this entry →

Stiff,
Only the window as a guide to the outside world,
Uncertain but there as it is . . .

Legs angled,
Enough to graze the cool glass,
Frozen palm is within inches of touching.

Eyes painted inviting colors,
Drawing others near,
A show that plays twenty hours,
Day after day . . .

A smile,
Fair and close to a frown if saw in bad light.

Wordless tunes fill the air,
Echoing off the glass,
Slapping back to its source just as quickly . . .

The sun strikes down,
Melting almost,
Just as the moon congeals mist floats.

Clothes before ripped away and changed,
Over and over,
As the year passes onto the next,
No further say if another voice can speak.

Does little matter on this,
For the window is all one knows.

Busy streets buzzing,
Cars zooming,
People march and snake about,
A world that holds beyond,
What this glass really holds.

Whatever it is,
Is a secret it will remain as thus!

Fear already comes,
That this place will be gone,
Leaving all what is in left behind.

The chance of going out pass,
The glass,
It is forever a memory for those within,
And the workers threaten to never leave.

For the world can’t know of them,
Nor the molded dummies that bare the clothes,
Of blood,
Sweat,
And tears,
For no one wants to become the next dummy,
In this domicile of expand.

After reading a blog by richb’s list for songs that picked him up and in response; it gave me an idea on doing something like he did, but with a more poetic blend. All videos and songs belong to their rightful owners (So watch if you wish to). The songs do range from just being a “Hell Yeah” pick me up to good beats to awesome lyrics to maybe a fond memory and/or certain impact during when growing up. With that said, enjoy.

Loss of spirit happens to many hearts, Read the rest of this entry →