BlogHide Resteemsprintriver (29)in freewrite • 7 years agoAll I seem to be are curious mixtures of all sorts of sentimentsAll I seem to be are curious mixtures of all sorts of sentiments that don't quite seem to make for good business partners. Haste and Apathy, Excitement and Despair, Hope and Abandonment. They sit in…printriver (29)in freewrite • 7 years agoI think I'll be a gardener.I think I'll be a gardener. I'll watch poppies grow in old boots and eat oranges straight from the tree. I'll have a crow called Henry who'll sit on my shoulder and we'll discuss an endless array…printriver (29)in freewrite • 7 years agoI wanted to put these hands to workI wanted to put these hands to work, to see something honest come. Like dig them in the earth and grow a great lot of good things, that I could then put in a pot and to the table bring, where people…printriver (29)in poetry • 7 years agoOne day he was chopping wood and found some goldOne day he was chopping wood and found some gold in the earth at his feet. "What is this shiny thing?" He asked no one in particular. "The birds will like it." So with equal measures of struggle and…printriver (29)in poetry • 7 years agoWhen you look downWhen you look down and see claws that don't belong to you and you feel your teeth grow sharp inside your mouth with the uneasiness that they try to get as close as they can and they circle at the…printriver (29)in wordchallenge • 7 years agoWord Poetry Challenge #4 : Good Versus EvilThe wide-eyed boy looked up into the crinkled parchment face of the old man and said "I am scared to tell the truth..." The old man narrowed his ink blot eyes, took his pipe pointedly from his…printriver (29)in poetry • 7 years agoYou are all that has come before you and all that comes after.You are all that has come before you and all that comes after. You are your grandparents, and they were their grandparents, and so on and so on until before bones rested in sand. There's a hand on…printriver (29)in poetry • 7 years agoThe wide-eyed boyThe wide-eyed boy looked up into the crinkled parchment face of the old man and said "I am scared to tell the truth..." The old man narrowed his ink blot eyes, took his pipe pointedly from his…resteemedgohba.handcrafts (66)in teamaustralia • 7 years agoLessens from WhitlamI had a really insightful and well thought out piece to write tonight, but as I was scrolling through Fakebook I came across a quote from Gough Whitlam that I really liked, so i have decided to do a…printriver (29)in poetry • 7 years agoThe urge to create...The urge to create beautiful things before you die is like an old man standing in front of you with an hourglass, intermittently cackling at you while he sporadically prods you between the ribs with…printriver (29)in poetry • 7 years agoHe had lived with the weight of the world ending...He had lived with the weight of the world ending. But it was this cloud over his head that made him aware that he was bone & blood. And when he held her hand, he paid attention to the pressure…printriver (29)in teamaustralia • 7 years agoEven if he had made the most beautiful garden...Even if he had made the most beautiful garden, and within the year the wilderness had reclaimed what he took. Even if the weeds grew across it so violently that any wanderer would not suspect…
