Tag Archives: ideas

Rimes

Posted on December 6, 2013 by

Frost bitten thoughts Numb consciousness, Breath slips into cold, Survival of the fittest In spirit, precipitating Justice and hope new, Yet to take shape, place In forming truth, beauty. Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved. Advertisements

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Undercurrents

Posted on September 19, 2013 by

thoughts swim unexplored deep marvels remain unthawed below tip of berg Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.

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Plugged-In

Posted on September 4, 2013 by

Pressed up against the clock, Hours public for feet wiping, Minutes thrown off in liberation, Gathered at day’s end in frustration, Plugged-in in public, lips moving Without sound, an invisible Barrier, isolated, access gained To a treasure trove in full … Continue reading →

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Paper Chase

Posted on July 4, 2013 by

Scribbles once captured a memory, Sketches of thoughts in epiphany In pencil, pen, scratched in notebooks three By five, or loose-leaf paper all strewn In disarray, dear as tooth and bone. A portal of time travel unknown, Surreal, peaking in … Continue reading →

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Conceptual Lawns

Posted on June 7, 2013 by

Lawn service? No thanks. Pollination of the mind as I cut the grass. Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.

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My Gregarious Group

Posted on June 4, 2013 by

Note:Lilith and Because We’re Poets gave us a short story prompt: “Plot bunnies…. we all have ‘em – keeping up at all hours of the night, hopping around in our heads, breeding like, well, rabbits. So, your challenge this week … Continue reading →

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On The Cusp

Posted on April 29, 2013 by

The light emitted before me strengthens as it pulls the darkness close. I stand at the cusp where the rivals meet. Black and white. I’m suffocating as the rays silhouette my frame and darkness presses against me. Without warning, I’m … Continue reading →

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