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My Own Little Niche ~ #poetry #FebruaryWriting

02 Friday Feb 2018

Posted by in February Writing, Poems, Poetry

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I have found the most perfect place

Where no one will find me, not even a trace

Hidden, secluded in the corner, you see

My own little niche, yes, that’s where I’ll be

Just enough light, from the window, at day

Just enough darkness, to keep others away

Lost in the quiet, I’ll peacefully sit

All alone, by myself, I won’t care a bit

Leave me my imagination, and let me read

A book of full of stories, it’s all I’ll ever need

 

February Writing Prompt: Niches and Nooks – Day 2/28

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#LateNightMusings ~ Together in Peace – #words of #nature

01 Thursday Feb 2018

Posted by in Late Night Musings

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As the seasons so easily do

We should, also, live together, in peace

 

 

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Nightmares Keep Us Dreaming ~ #poetry #FebruaryWriting

01 Thursday Feb 2018

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We always tip the scales of time

When imagination guides the way

Angel prays for justice

While the Devil wants to play

Creation can be an illusion

One we never can debate

Without the conflict of these two

One for love and one for hate

Will the powers that be triumph?

Or will the evil always win?

Though purity is less and less

There seems to be more sin

The nightmares keep us dreaming

Though this is not what we should do

Awaken the promise of tomorrows

With the light that can break through

 

February Writing Prompt: Phantasmagorical – Day 1/28

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The Wind Howls ~ #poetry

01 Thursday Feb 2018

Posted by in Poems, Poetry

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In the darkness, the cold wind howls

Trying desperately to get in, to claim

I listen quietly, hoping she’ll leave

Still, I hear her whispering my name

Come outside and dance, my friend

She calls to me, again and again

It’s much too dark out there, for me

I’d rather stay inside, within

There’s no deterring her taunting

She whips up a tempest, her war

The sounds she makes are haunting

My soul follows hers, evermore

 

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#LateNightMusings ~ Glowed – #words of #nature

31 Wednesday Jan 2018

Posted by in Late Night Musings

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Last night, you glowed with a fire

Eclipsed only by the rising sun

 

 

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