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fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
23rd Jul 2024 8:04pm
23rd Jul 2024 8:04pm
Life Lessons pt 4 (Revelations)
(It did not rain all the time in London. The sidewalks were cleaner. Older Londoners love to have tea with milk and cookies. I remember there was also a thing about flowers in the front yard and it had to look better than someone else’s)
This was our last week in the UK. David and I were allowed to see each other as long as there was an adult nearby.
My sister and I and the other cousins went to meet up with some of their friends from school. These are the same bunch of girls that offered me the cigarette.
The one who announced loving the...
This was our last week in the UK. David and I were allowed to see each other as long as there was an adult nearby.
My sister and I and the other cousins went to meet up with some of their friends from school. These are the same bunch of girls that offered me the cigarette.
The one who announced loving the...
#Britain
#fiction
#summer
46 reads
10 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
23rd Jul 2024 8:04pm
23rd Jul 2024 8:04pm
Life Lessons pt 4 (Revelations)
(It did not rain all the time in London. The sidewalks were cleaner. Older Londoners love to have tea with milk and cookies. I remember there was also a thing about flowers in the front yard and it had to look better than someone else’s)
This was our last week in the UK. David and I were allowed to see each other as long as there was an adult nearby.
My sister and I and the other cousins went to meet up with some of their friends from school. These are the same bunch of girls that offered me the cigarette.
The one who announced loving the...
This was our last week in the UK. David and I were allowed to see each other as long as there was an adult nearby.
My sister and I and the other cousins went to meet up with some of their friends from school. These are the same bunch of girls that offered me the cigarette.
The one who announced loving the...
#Britain
#fiction
#summer
46 reads
10 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
23rd Jul 2024 8:04pm
23rd Jul 2024 8:04pm
Life Lessons pt 4 (Revelations)
(It did not rain all the time in London. The sidewalks were cleaner. Older Londoners love to have tea with milk and cookies. I remember there was also a thing about flowers in the front yard and it had to look better than someone else’s)
This was our last week in the UK. David and I were allowed to see each other as long as there was an adult nearby.
My sister and I and the other cousins went to meet up with some of their friends from school. These are the same bunch of girls that offered me the cigarette.
The one who announced loving the...
This was our last week in the UK. David and I were allowed to see each other as long as there was an adult nearby.
My sister and I and the other cousins went to meet up with some of their friends from school. These are the same bunch of girls that offered me the cigarette.
The one who announced loving the...
#Britain
#fiction
#summer
46 reads
10 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 6:56pm
14th Dec 2024 6:56pm
Sanity or Insanity
Illusion or reality
Sane or insanity
Demons running through my veins
There's nothing I would ever change
Network damage - Connection Split
Input - Output - Complete Shit
Illusion or reality
Sane or insanity
Harsh stories & poems run through my brain
Inside my body, a madman reigns
It's my reality
It's my illusion
It's my burning pain
Never one for a New Years Resolution
The one thing I'll never refuse to give up
Is to screw with people's minds
Ya know....Fuck shit up!! ...
Sane or insanity
Demons running through my veins
There's nothing I would ever change
Network damage - Connection Split
Input - Output - Complete Shit
Illusion or reality
Sane or insanity
Harsh stories & poems run through my brain
Inside my body, a madman reigns
It's my reality
It's my illusion
It's my burning pain
Never one for a New Years Resolution
The one thing I'll never refuse to give up
Is to screw with people's minds
Ya know....Fuck shit up!! ...
#confessional
#fiction
#LifeAsAWriter
#nonfiction
#TruthOfLife
67 reads
6 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 6:56pm
14th Dec 2024 6:56pm
Sanity or Insanity
Illusion or reality
Sane or insanity
Demons running through my veins
There's nothing I would ever change
Network damage - Connection Split
Input - Output - Complete Shit
Illusion or reality
Sane or insanity
Harsh stories & poems run through my brain
Inside my body, a madman reigns
It's my reality
It's my illusion
It's my burning pain
Never one for a New Years Resolution
The one thing I'll never refuse to give up
Is to screw with people's minds
Ya know....Fuck shit up!! ...
Sane or insanity
Demons running through my veins
There's nothing I would ever change
Network damage - Connection Split
Input - Output - Complete Shit
Illusion or reality
Sane or insanity
Harsh stories & poems run through my brain
Inside my body, a madman reigns
It's my reality
It's my illusion
It's my burning pain
Never one for a New Years Resolution
The one thing I'll never refuse to give up
Is to screw with people's minds
Ya know....Fuck shit up!! ...
#confessional
#fiction
#LifeAsAWriter
#nonfiction
#TruthOfLife
67 reads
6 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 6:56pm
14th Dec 2024 6:56pm
Sanity or Insanity
Illusion or reality
Sane or insanity
Demons running through my veins
There's nothing I would ever change
Network damage - Connection Split
Input - Output - Complete Shit
Illusion or reality
Sane or insanity
Harsh stories & poems run through my brain
Inside my body, a madman reigns
It's my reality
It's my illusion
It's my burning pain
Never one for a New Years Resolution
The one thing I'll never refuse to give up
Is to screw with people's minds
Ya know....Fuck shit up!! ...
Sane or insanity
Demons running through my veins
There's nothing I would ever change
Network damage - Connection Split
Input - Output - Complete Shit
Illusion or reality
Sane or insanity
Harsh stories & poems run through my brain
Inside my body, a madman reigns
It's my reality
It's my illusion
It's my burning pain
Never one for a New Years Resolution
The one thing I'll never refuse to give up
Is to screw with people's minds
Ya know....Fuck shit up!! ...
#confessional
#fiction
#LifeAsAWriter
#nonfiction
#TruthOfLife
67 reads
6 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 6:56pm
14th Dec 2024 6:56pm
Sanity or Insanity
Illusion or reality
Sane or insanity
Demons running through my veins
There's nothing I would ever change
Network damage - Connection Split
Input - Output - Complete Shit
Illusion or reality
Sane or insanity
Harsh stories & poems run through my brain
Inside my body, a madman reigns
It's my reality
It's my illusion
It's my burning pain
Never one for a New Years Resolution
The one thing I'll never refuse to give up
Is to screw with people's minds
Ya know....Fuck shit up!! ...
Sane or insanity
Demons running through my veins
There's nothing I would ever change
Network damage - Connection Split
Input - Output - Complete Shit
Illusion or reality
Sane or insanity
Harsh stories & poems run through my brain
Inside my body, a madman reigns
It's my reality
It's my illusion
It's my burning pain
Never one for a New Years Resolution
The one thing I'll never refuse to give up
Is to screw with people's minds
Ya know....Fuck shit up!! ...
#confessional
#fiction
#LifeAsAWriter
#nonfiction
#TruthOfLife
67 reads
6 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 6:56pm
14th Dec 2024 6:56pm
Sanity or Insanity
Illusion or reality
Sane or insanity
Demons running through my veins
There's nothing I would ever change
Network damage - Connection Split
Input - Output - Complete Shit
Illusion or reality
Sane or insanity
Harsh stories & poems run through my brain
Inside my body, a madman reigns
It's my reality
It's my illusion
It's my burning pain
Never one for a New Years Resolution
The one thing I'll never refuse to give up
Is to screw with people's minds
Ya know....Fuck shit up!! ...
Sane or insanity
Demons running through my veins
There's nothing I would ever change
Network damage - Connection Split
Input - Output - Complete Shit
Illusion or reality
Sane or insanity
Harsh stories & poems run through my brain
Inside my body, a madman reigns
It's my reality
It's my illusion
It's my burning pain
Never one for a New Years Resolution
The one thing I'll never refuse to give up
Is to screw with people's minds
Ya know....Fuck shit up!! ...
#confessional
#fiction
#LifeAsAWriter
#nonfiction
#TruthOfLife
67 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
27th Mar 2018 4:15am
27th Mar 2018 4:15am
A Grandmother
A Grandmother
Hua gathers wood in the quiet of an autumn moment. Her grandmother heart pines for home in the silent woods. But her arms ache with old age in a time of disquiet. Her back bows with the weight of years unaccounted for, until her body trembles with arthritic toil. When falling stars sprinkle in the night, her memories play like shadow puppets. The theater she attended in Beijing as a child becomes her world. And time washes away her pain like a flooding yellow river in spring.
Hua gathers wood in the quiet of an autumn moment. Her grandmother heart pines for home in the silent woods. But her arms ache with old age in a time of disquiet. Her back bows with the weight of years unaccounted for, until her body trembles with arthritic toil. When falling stars sprinkle in the night, her memories play like shadow puppets. The theater she attended in Beijing as a child becomes her world. And time washes away her pain like a flooding yellow river in spring.
#aging
#prose
#fiction
631 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
27th Mar 2018 4:15am
27th Mar 2018 4:15am
A Grandmother
A Grandmother
Hua gathers wood in the quiet of an autumn moment. Her grandmother heart pines for home in the silent woods. But her arms ache with old age in a time of disquiet. Her back bows with the weight of years unaccounted for, until her body trembles with arthritic toil. When falling stars sprinkle in the night, her memories play like shadow puppets. The theater she attended in Beijing as a child becomes her world. And time washes away her pain like a flooding yellow river in spring.
Hua gathers wood in the quiet of an autumn moment. Her grandmother heart pines for home in the silent woods. But her arms ache with old age in a time of disquiet. Her back bows with the weight of years unaccounted for, until her body trembles with arthritic toil. When falling stars sprinkle in the night, her memories play like shadow puppets. The theater she attended in Beijing as a child becomes her world. And time washes away her pain like a flooding yellow river in spring.
#aging
#prose
#fiction
631 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
27th Mar 2018 4:15am
27th Mar 2018 4:15am
A Grandmother
A Grandmother
Hua gathers wood in the quiet of an autumn moment. Her grandmother heart pines for home in the silent woods. But her arms ache with old age in a time of disquiet. Her back bows with the weight of years unaccounted for, until her body trembles with arthritic toil. When falling stars sprinkle in the night, her memories play like shadow puppets. The theater she attended in Beijing as a child becomes her world. And time washes away her pain like a flooding yellow river in spring.
Hua gathers wood in the quiet of an autumn moment. Her grandmother heart pines for home in the silent woods. But her arms ache with old age in a time of disquiet. Her back bows with the weight of years unaccounted for, until her body trembles with arthritic toil. When falling stars sprinkle in the night, her memories play like shadow puppets. The theater she attended in Beijing as a child becomes her world. And time washes away her pain like a flooding yellow river in spring.
#aging
#prose
#fiction
631 reads
4 Comments
Nixprty
Poem Published
6th Aug 2024 12:22pm
6th Aug 2024 12:22pm
Unidentified
I am a fool.
I understand the meaning of the word and still, I walk like a man blind for a man starved.
My humanity exists beneath my skin and pushes up every so often like a man insane.”
The dim light of a lantern casts half of him in shadow as he says this, a solemn look on his face that doesn’t reach his widely smiling lips.
“Why are you telling me this?” Moans the soldier, clutching his side and slowly stroking the growing red patch on his uniform.
“I thought,” he pauses for moment, looking up at nothing, as if trying to...
I understand the meaning of the word and still, I walk like a man blind for a man starved.
My humanity exists beneath my skin and pushes up every so often like a man insane.”
The dim light of a lantern casts half of him in shadow as he says this, a solemn look on his face that doesn’t reach his widely smiling lips.
“Why are you telling me this?” Moans the soldier, clutching his side and slowly stroking the growing red patch on his uniform.
“I thought,” he pauses for moment, looking up at nothing, as if trying to...
#death
#fiction
#morality
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