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I’m Listening…

Tell me... do your thoughts require a leash..and  does your mouth engage your brain...regularly? When your anger is stirred.... does it coil itself under your skin.... or fizzle out....quietly? Do your hopes wake you with the urgency of a fire... Continue Reading →

Better Than Us

There is no falsehood to be found within a fire -neither is there deceit clutched in the beaks of eagles One is too busy in its roar The other, too focused on its soar That is not murder in the... Continue Reading →

Hidden Scars

I was watching a youtube video last week, where the actor Terry Crews was reciting the story of his childhood. I was so shocked at what he was saying that I actually dropped my phone! How did Mr Crews know... Continue Reading →

Demolishing Walls

Forget glass ceilings it’s those concrete walls you need to be concerned about It starts with the walls of the mind which need hacking -setting free the helium mind to the right altitude Then there are walls of fear that... Continue Reading →

Beyond Words

  Fear dons the red mask of anger, fooling everyone else but you Shrill night terrors-I valiantly attempt to drown in coffee brew Incipient paralysis-I cover with much mustered swagger Yet I just know that in the same way I... Continue Reading →

Anger and Sorrow

"I drank because I wanted to drown my sorrows, but now the damned things have learned to swim." Frida Kahlo Where do anger and sorrow go at the settling of dust ? You always find those two wrapped around each... Continue Reading →

Taking Heed

When your moral compass goes astray just about anything goes -come what may Jealousy and pride become fast friends anger and unforgiveness pledge allegiance to the end The road to destruction seems paved with vengeance while the fruits of life... Continue Reading →

Being Canny

It's pure ecstasy to run free within my mind shutting out white noise side-stepping anger's pot-holes steering my soul heaven-ward ©Vivian Zems Colleen's Weekly Tanka Challenge #76~joy/fury synonyms dVerse OLN

The Walls (short prose)

The air hangs heavy with words  unspoken. Even the walls groan in agony. They've  heard sadness, witnessed tears and winced at raised voices.... Finish the story in Tales in Teacups ©Vivian Zems MLMM,  photo challenge #196 Image: Charlotte Gonzalez

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