Writing challenge, Day 10


Who are you?
If you’re not yourself,
your true, honest self.

Merely existing
With persistent off heartbeat
Hiding desires to rather portray
the safe, the required

What are you?
If you’re not yourself,
your true, honest self.

Product of expectation
Clone of faded dreams
Soldier to societal beat

Why are you?
If you’re not yourself
Your true honest self.

Smothering the soul’s true call
Just to play the part while drowning
And your vision slowly fades

Way before anyone knew
who you are, what you are, why you are
He knew. Ask Him.

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Writing challenge, Day 9

To me

Writing offers freedom of some kind
Space to liberally speak the mind
To date, I’ve been polite
Avoiding possible smite

Removed from the usual race
Pouring out freely
Places, before insecure to pace
But now running bravely

No answers needed
Explanation not expected
Just a space in which to reflect
Paint with words however imperfect


Writing challenge, Day 8


Should truth be told?
Dare I be so bold?
Painting pictures as I see it
Uttering words as I think it

Oh don’t worry dear
I do admit
Within this sphere
We each behold as we see fit

Sugar coating
People pleasing
Egos rising
Morals dying

So how do we get back?
Are we ever going back?

Sincere living
People building
Humble serving
Love rejoicing

So truth be told
I don’t mind being bold
Painting the picture as I see it
Uttering words as I think it
Pray Love direct me


Writing challenge, Day 7


I missed you, you know
I really did
Being here
With you
I’m feeling it again

Silent elation
Like only you bring
A naughty grin
Needing to be alone
Just us
Flirting, flowing, merging

Where have I been?
Well, you know
Nowhere in particular
But I have been
With life

I’m here now
I hope that’s ok
All this time
I thought of you
Longed for you
Really I did

Can we try again?


Writing challenge Day 3


You’ve been imprisoned
No judgement no trial
Upon drawing first breath
To pay penance till death

Silent unauthorized governor
Setting boundaries
Setting straight
From king to flatmate

Constantly longing for more
Yet cursing the flow
That stands in the way
Of long awaited day

Have you ever questioned
this warden unseen?
Longing for freedom
To mankind unbeknown

Tick tock, tick tock