I’ve housed a loud, invisible intrusion,
Ominous, opaque in nature,
Ray of darkness,
Asphyxiating, tranquility tapered.
Faltering fruitful future fulfillment.
Guilt-ridden aftermath of mistakes,
Allowed my firm foundation to shake,
The toxic traitor to blame, my bane,
None other than fear,
I no longer permit you to reside here.
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You go against the grain until you grind into the ground,
While everybody waltzes, you salsa solely to your own sound,
A sound your soul is smitten to,
A rhythm only your aura has written to,
Yet you wear your ‘rare’ with a humility that glares.
While masses tend to consume mess,
And celebrate mediocrity in blissful duress,
In your stride resides a resilience,
Which only resonates with those whose paths will not be paved,
Your most admirable attribute is your ability to be brave.
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When the allure of travel is bypassed by border control drama!
via Daily Prompt: Deny
So you decide on a destination. This may or may not entail the accompaniment of friends. You submit the vacation form at work-
or if you are anything like me, decide that you are going regardless of whether they approve or deny your request as you have more or less pre-planned your resignation.
Continue reading “#SUITCASESTRUGGLES #1 : Border Beef”
In this article, I explore the art of music sampling in 5 (plus a BONUS) personal favorites of mine. Read on to find some well and lesser known samples used in a variety of genres and add them to your playlists. I guarantee you will never hear each song in the same way…. ever again.
Continue reading “ARTICLE: Winning Music Samples.”
Slur : This is a prompt I found via The Daily post. I believe that random prompts are an excellent method to challenge your creativity and gets the clocks ticking within your imagination. – @LHenrixx
They cuddled in their normal formation of ‘big spoon, little spoon’ as he jokingly called it. Him, in a fetal position, toned thighs gathered in unison near his stomach… With enough space left for her to sandwich her hands into his obliques. She loved those obliques. She, who stood a whole head and shoulders worth of height under him, snuggled toward his spine. A lavender and sea salt candle infused the room with a floral, musky smell. After a weekend of celebrating their wedding anniversary and two days until the bore of employment returned, they craved rest. Continue reading “FICTION: ‘Slur.’”