Mind, Body, and SpiritMy mind is like a steel trap, though the trap has rusted.Thoughts go 'round like the gears of a clock, but the cogs are busted.Swirling ideas blown in a wind that's gusted,Memories shot back on a spring, maladjusted.My body is breaking, eyes leak like a sieve.Crumbling and cracking, about to give.Legs carry forward, without motive.Wandering on, finding reason to live.Spirit searching, forever to find.A reason or reasons, something to calm the mind.For all lost and found, wandering blind.Shouting out questions, answers declined.The mind, body and spirit, walk on as one.Searching for daylight, a walk towards the sun.
Keep you warmI remember the days when you were happy,when you used to smileand your eyes were full of bright lights.Now I barely see you, I love you from afarfrom behind a screen, from far away.Six degrees of seperation, of latitude and longitude,you're still so far away.You leapt into my arms, once,kissed my face and refused to let me put you down.You told me that you loved me,you still tell me that you love me,just it rings tiredly now,like you've gone from carefreeand a vivacious love of lifeto sullen and despairing.Unsettled, I suppose it is,you haven't rooted anywhere for long enough.You need stability I though
TeaTea is drunk the world over: black tea, green tea, herbal tea, medicinal tea. Some countries have a tea time or rituals involving tea.Make your fifty-word story revolve around tea. Perhaps your characters are drinking tea, smuggling something hidden as tea, slipping poison in the tea, plotting over tea!Submissions so far:Hojicha by `BerylAlexandros1st 50 Word Story by *mikeroutliffeTea by ~ravenofroses
HeiterkeitShe shines like the sun on this winter dayBroken and hollow as the snow falls slowlyRaps and spinning rhymes circle through the air Buzzed and broken with that warm feeling I remember so clearlyDon’t you?Don’t you?His voice ringing out in the back seatSomething comforting about knowing that he’ll remember meYour gorgeous eyes water with emotionless care as I fall back into comfortFoot to the floor and take that turn rightThe trust is enough to fill the room with euphoriaOur best was like acid to their skinDon’t you know how I fell over every curb just to think about your touch?Save me, save me, dr
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