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Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 10:27am
11th Nov 2024 10:27am
The Whispering Waterfall Part 1
A long time ago, when we were young children, my parents sold their rubber plantation as they wanted to tend paddy fields. They bought a piece of land with four acres of paddy fields.
The house that my parents built was at the side of a hill, with a beautiful water source. There were two waterfalls there with one that was so beautiful and cool that we frequented the place as children. We could stay all day there if our parents didn’t call us to come home.
I always felt that the waterfall was in a mystical forest, thevhauntingly beautiful waterfall was known as Whispering Falls. In...
The house that my parents built was at the side of a hill, with a beautiful water source. There were two waterfalls there with one that was so beautiful and cool that we frequented the place as children. We could stay all day there if our parents didn’t call us to come home.
I always felt that the waterfall was in a mystical forest, thevhauntingly beautiful waterfall was known as Whispering Falls. In...
#fiction
#LifeAsAWriter
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7 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 10:27am
11th Nov 2024 10:27am
The Whispering Waterfall Part 1
A long time ago, when we were young children, my parents sold their rubber plantation as they wanted to tend paddy fields. They bought a piece of land with four acres of paddy fields.
The house that my parents built was at the side of a hill, with a beautiful water source. There were two waterfalls there with one that was so beautiful and cool that we frequented the place as children. We could stay all day there if our parents didn’t call us to come home.
I always felt that the waterfall was in a mystical forest, thevhauntingly beautiful waterfall was known as Whispering Falls. In...
The house that my parents built was at the side of a hill, with a beautiful water source. There were two waterfalls there with one that was so beautiful and cool that we frequented the place as children. We could stay all day there if our parents didn’t call us to come home.
I always felt that the waterfall was in a mystical forest, thevhauntingly beautiful waterfall was known as Whispering Falls. In...
#fiction
#LifeAsAWriter
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7 Comments
Pete_25
Poem Published
13th Nov 2024 8:27am
13th Nov 2024 8:27am
Ride!
I've been up, down, underground
North, South, spun around
K-9, Doctor Who
Christopher Robin, Winnie-the-Pooh
Space odyssey, on the moon
Ziggy plays, Bowie in tune
Murder on the Orient Express
Agatha Christie, Poirot arrests
Up the junction, Wizard of Oz
Brain malfunction, just because
I've seen the stars, Venus and Mars
Back to the future in Marty's car
Crashing to Earth (still in search)
I'll hop on the bus, jump a cab
Catch the train in the pouring rain
HOME!
North, South, spun around
K-9, Doctor Who
Christopher Robin, Winnie-the-Pooh
Space odyssey, on the moon
Ziggy plays, Bowie in tune
Murder on the Orient Express
Agatha Christie, Poirot arrests
Up the junction, Wizard of Oz
Brain malfunction, just because
I've seen the stars, Venus and Mars
Back to the future in Marty's car
Crashing to Earth (still in search)
I'll hop on the bus, jump a cab
Catch the train in the pouring rain
HOME!
#fiction
#mystery
90 reads
14 Comments
Pete_25
Poem Published
13th Nov 2024 8:27am
13th Nov 2024 8:27am
Ride!
I've been up, down, underground
North, South, spun around
K-9, Doctor Who
Christopher Robin, Winnie-the-Pooh
Space odyssey, on the moon
Ziggy plays, Bowie in tune
Murder on the Orient Express
Agatha Christie, Poirot arrests
Up the junction, Wizard of Oz
Brain malfunction, just because
I've seen the stars, Venus and Mars
Back to the future in Marty's car
Crashing to Earth (still in search)
I'll hop on the bus, jump a cab
Catch the train in the pouring rain
HOME!
North, South, spun around
K-9, Doctor Who
Christopher Robin, Winnie-the-Pooh
Space odyssey, on the moon
Ziggy plays, Bowie in tune
Murder on the Orient Express
Agatha Christie, Poirot arrests
Up the junction, Wizard of Oz
Brain malfunction, just because
I've seen the stars, Venus and Mars
Back to the future in Marty's car
Crashing to Earth (still in search)
I'll hop on the bus, jump a cab
Catch the train in the pouring rain
HOME!
#fiction
#mystery
90 reads
14 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
1st Oct 2024 7:33am
1st Oct 2024 7:33am
Death Race
and they’ll say
haven’t you had enough?
(death and destruction)
(death and destruction)
to which I’d reply
not till they all reach the sky
so sit down
as we go for a hell of a ride
when I was alive
I tried to be the nice guy
was picked on
until I slicked my hair back
started wearing a leather coat
bought a ride the girls drooled over
was challenged to a drag race
couldn’t look week
so I said let’s ride
was head to head
until I went off a cliff and died
the...
haven’t you had enough?
(death and destruction)
(death and destruction)
to which I’d reply
not till they all reach the sky
so sit down
as we go for a hell of a ride
when I was alive
I tried to be the nice guy
was picked on
until I slicked my hair back
started wearing a leather coat
bought a ride the girls drooled over
was challenged to a drag race
couldn’t look week
so I said let’s ride
was head to head
until I went off a cliff and died
the...
#cars
#fiction
#Halloween #monsters
#Halloween #monsters
108 reads
2 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
1st Oct 2024 7:33am
1st Oct 2024 7:33am
Death Race
and they’ll say
haven’t you had enough?
(death and destruction)
(death and destruction)
to which I’d reply
not till they all reach the sky
so sit down
as we go for a hell of a ride
when I was alive
I tried to be the nice guy
was picked on
until I slicked my hair back
started wearing a leather coat
bought a ride the girls drooled over
was challenged to a drag race
couldn’t look week
so I said let’s ride
was head to head
until I went off a cliff and died
the...
haven’t you had enough?
(death and destruction)
(death and destruction)
to which I’d reply
not till they all reach the sky
so sit down
as we go for a hell of a ride
when I was alive
I tried to be the nice guy
was picked on
until I slicked my hair back
started wearing a leather coat
bought a ride the girls drooled over
was challenged to a drag race
couldn’t look week
so I said let’s ride
was head to head
until I went off a cliff and died
the...
#cars
#fiction
#Halloween #monsters
#Halloween #monsters
108 reads
2 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
1st Oct 2024 7:33am
1st Oct 2024 7:33am
Death Race
and they’ll say
haven’t you had enough?
(death and destruction)
(death and destruction)
to which I’d reply
not till they all reach the sky
so sit down
as we go for a hell of a ride
when I was alive
I tried to be the nice guy
was picked on
until I slicked my hair back
started wearing a leather coat
bought a ride the girls drooled over
was challenged to a drag race
couldn’t look week
so I said let’s ride
was head to head
until I went off a cliff and died
the...
haven’t you had enough?
(death and destruction)
(death and destruction)
to which I’d reply
not till they all reach the sky
so sit down
as we go for a hell of a ride
when I was alive
I tried to be the nice guy
was picked on
until I slicked my hair back
started wearing a leather coat
bought a ride the girls drooled over
was challenged to a drag race
couldn’t look week
so I said let’s ride
was head to head
until I went off a cliff and died
the...
#cars
#fiction
#Halloween #monsters
#Halloween #monsters
108 reads
2 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
1st Oct 2024 7:33am
1st Oct 2024 7:33am
Death Race
and they’ll say
haven’t you had enough?
(death and destruction)
(death and destruction)
to which I’d reply
not till they all reach the sky
so sit down
as we go for a hell of a ride
when I was alive
I tried to be the nice guy
was picked on
until I slicked my hair back
started wearing a leather coat
bought a ride the girls drooled over
was challenged to a drag race
couldn’t look week
so I said let’s ride
was head to head
until I went off a cliff and died
the...
haven’t you had enough?
(death and destruction)
(death and destruction)
to which I’d reply
not till they all reach the sky
so sit down
as we go for a hell of a ride
when I was alive
I tried to be the nice guy
was picked on
until I slicked my hair back
started wearing a leather coat
bought a ride the girls drooled over
was challenged to a drag race
couldn’t look week
so I said let’s ride
was head to head
until I went off a cliff and died
the...
#cars
#fiction
#Halloween #monsters
#Halloween #monsters
108 reads
2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
27th Jul 2022 6:49pm
27th Jul 2022 6:49pm
A Letter from The Toff
The mind is as an alchemist's mixing chamber; rude elements in but pure gold out, that is, assuming the functioning of the apparatus is not befouled somehow. For example, there is an all hours club where I have many times witnessed the unsavory behavior of young adults suffering neurologically from the overconsumption of unwholesome products.
The side effects are too numerous to list without producing the unwarranted temptation of a yawn, but I skip to the worst of the matter by reporting the diminishment of good taste in refined and rarefied aesthetics.
And so struck...
The side effects are too numerous to list without producing the unwarranted temptation of a yawn, but I skip to the worst of the matter by reporting the diminishment of good taste in refined and rarefied aesthetics.
And so struck...
#identity
#fiction
315 reads
0 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
27th Jul 2022 6:49pm
27th Jul 2022 6:49pm
A Letter from The Toff
The mind is as an alchemist's mixing chamber; rude elements in but pure gold out, that is, assuming the functioning of the apparatus is not befouled somehow. For example, there is an all hours club where I have many times witnessed the unsavory behavior of young adults suffering neurologically from the overconsumption of unwholesome products.
The side effects are too numerous to list without producing the unwarranted temptation of a yawn, but I skip to the worst of the matter by reporting the diminishment of good taste in refined and rarefied aesthetics.
And so struck...
The side effects are too numerous to list without producing the unwarranted temptation of a yawn, but I skip to the worst of the matter by reporting the diminishment of good taste in refined and rarefied aesthetics.
And so struck...
#identity
#fiction
315 reads
0 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
630 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
630 reads
4 Comments
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