Love, My Poems-Proses-Lyrics

Uncorked bottle

Nevermind . . . just a silly metaphor for today's prompt. My love was kept in a bottle for such a long time It rattled and shaken and sparkled Fearsome little imprisoned twinkle fire work Trembling with rage Wanting to be set free But like a bird in a cageling refusing to sing out of… Continue reading Uncorked bottle

Love, My Poems-Proses-Lyrics

Triumphant point of no return

I have been watching the new episodes of the 'Twin Peaks' series, damn its good. The songs in it is so eerie and wonderful, that for this prompt I wanted to make as if I was in this bar and reciting my own eloquent words on its stage . . . lol. Stupid reveries of… Continue reading Triumphant point of no return

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Brassy feeling

Never heard of the one-word prompt brassy before. Googled it, and choose to write about the meaning; 'sounding like a brass musical instrument; harsh and loud', which is about the beating of once heart when we feel a peek in our emotions. What is this feeling So many things intermingling Brassy and cacophonous sounds to my heartling… Continue reading Brassy feeling

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Tracing back to love

I was thinking about all these stories that trace back to millions of eras in time. And sometimes these myths makes me wonder . . . and I find myself thinking that perhaps, yes, perhaps that we are loved more than we would ever know. How good the makers were When fire was gifted to… Continue reading Tracing back to love

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New dawn

Today I felt that I was ready to return on WordPress. The days that are left behind seems to be burning more and more, and here in this little world of mine, there are instabilities in abilities to cohort to the new ordeal that I set myself unto. Being exposed in the mist of the… Continue reading New dawn

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Untracked

Writing one word theme: meaningless I have been ill and many questions have been arising in my mind. I have stopped sleeping, and under pills that renders me as slow as a snail. My mind seems unable to make up words anymore. I feel . . . Well, i feel like crap. I hope these… Continue reading Untracked

Love, My Poems-Proses-Lyrics

An Odd To Ada Lovelace

How sweet and beautiful was the fountain of your heart A name that captures all the proliferation of a morning sunlight The sweet taste of melancholia in the vast castle up in the hill You were amazingly proud and incentive Unvictorian during a Victorian era. Ada, your name reflects the fondness of a lost love… Continue reading An Odd To Ada Lovelace