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SHORT STORIES & POETRY
by Christine
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September 28, 2017

Belonging...

empty

silent

voices calling

with a salty taste

Sharp edges of freeze 

stinging

deep into your Being

No response

echo fading into the distance

empty space

sense of weirdness

Into a world of

blankness

void

Longing,

aching purple

drawing its teeth 

deep into your skin

Stranger

...

May 16, 2017

... the sweet word of forgiveness

the sweet word of a warm embrace

the sweet word of a twinkle

the sweet word of the sound of laughter

the sweet word of a deep safety net

... the sweet word of Home

assurance

roots

love

Home 

... the bittersweet word or resentment

the bittersweet...

May 16, 2017

... When tears express what words can’t say

and the soul becomes saturated

with unspoken ache burning deep,

abiding void...

Subsiding emotions

because you have made yourself home

in the anguish of an existence in invisible chains

leaving behind a shell,

hollow and empt...

March 10, 2017

... visions transform into heartbeats

dreams into warm showers of contentment

fantasies into a sea of colours and

illusions into longings beyond bearing.

Then dreams are growing wings and

the clear sky becomes tainted

with the insistent shades of a yearning soul,

impos...

June 11, 2016

Past notions

engraved in stone,

deep inside.

No place for butterflies.

Caged in,

wounded wisps on their ornamented wings.

Incapable of reaching out of the cage

desperate attempts to grasp

the depth and the endless seeming wideness of the sky.

Cries nobody is able to hear

silent...

June 11, 2016

Welcome to my world!

A place where your voice is heard and counted

when everywhere else angst and silence is the only language known and allowed

where you can say NO

when complying and conforming is the common ground, the only ground

where you can dance in the Rain on the S...

June 11, 2016

The words are emerging

revealing themselves

in sounds unspoken

from the depth of her soul.

Mother, Daughter

Human Being.

Drawers dissolve

limits disperse.

Open space,

golden, purple void

boundaries

non existent.

Ceasing to hide behind

fluttering gauzy drapes.

Feeling the courage ste...

June 11, 2016

Settling.

I dont know why that comes into mind while starting my first blog for the New Year. New Year, fears, hopes, daring to put one foot in front of the other. Maybe direction of  settling?

What does that mean? Settling, sitting down, making yourself comfortabl...

February 17, 2016

 It’s only February but I feel its even middle of the year. I am already exhausted, not really but I already feel my strength strained.

It is a weird strange feeling really. Standing on a crossroad, two paths. Standing there scraping my foot in the gravel. Feeling tense...

November 20, 2015

She had left the city for a while now and the motorway merged into a less wide and more isolated country road with seemingly no end. It was opening up wide in front of her and all she could see was a silver lining, a big empty space she was determined to conquer. She f...

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