Category Archives: One-word prompt

Moonlight Romance

Have you ever thought of how it would feel tightly embraced in the  arms of a loved one under the moonlight. Whispering softly into each others ears, especially close to the seaside. Do you imagine the salty breeze arousing your skin coupled with the light touch of the hands on your flesh, stroking, tickling… It’s quite alluring even though I’ve never experienced that. It’s just my imagination; I believe dreams can come true…

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There’s something comforting about sitting out and looking out at the moon in the dead of the night. I used to do this quite often when I was a lot younger, and then I would see a star fall, and quickly make a wish, unfortunately non of those wishes have come true-Just yet…

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The moon is natures gift or creation I would say, I consider it a gift because I love the light that radiates from it, the beauty of it is magnificent. It signifies different meanings to different people, cultures and religious bodies. I’m glad I’m religious enough not to worship the moon even though I cherish it….

Don’t you just think romance is best fulfilled under the moonlight? Natural endowment it is…

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Ghost That I Run From

I slept in bed like a baby, lights off, the room was pitch dark, suddenly I felt a light breeze crawl across my skin and then a human touch on my duvet. I tasted fear on my tongue which was traumatically bitter, and I knew I was been hunted by a ghost. My eyes were tightly shut, I couldn’t open them because of revelation of what would unfold; too scared of the picture I painted in my head!

Guess what? I watched a paranormal movie before I went to bed, and unfortunately for me, the image of the activities in the movie stuck in my head.

I believe ghosts are images we create ourselves, that means we are the ones hunting ourselves😀😀

Reach Out To Them

Indigent, poverty-stricken

Begging for alms,

Now their survival technique

They cry out for help

Not their fault, deprived

Of their homes

Reach out to them

 

Emotionally detached,

Sad, loneliness has overridden joy

Living in an environment

With fierce combart

They’ve been hurt, deprived

Of the pleasures they deserve

Reach out to them.

 

Abused, battered,

The wicked has shown them hostility

Fear has crippled into them

They hide amongst the crowd

They can’t cry out, deprived

Of freedom they deserve

Reach out to them.

 

Dying of ill-health

From an ailment with no cure

A bad omen for them

Negativity has crawled into them

They are upset, deprived

Of help from those that can offer

Reach out to them.

 

 

 

Obsessed Over Image

You stare solemnly

At your sultry image

Obsessed over yourself

Selfishly, but hurting

Thinking the stars will fall

At your feet

The world does not revolve around you.

 

He lies beneath the surface

Sparkling clear glamour

Imitating the sky blue

Something lies beneath the surface

Drifting in silent metamorphosis

In depth of pitch black

The soul no one knows

Shallow fierceness that lies

In a man’s heart

Thread softly, be at alert

Do not fall prey to the hunter.