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#household If a pictures worth a thousand words Then I'll paint one for you. All the colors on the canvas will explode in our passions hues.
#household #painting. If there was a painting. To represent so far my life. It would be made up of mostly greys. With the sporadic splash of white. There would be no vibrant colours.
Open wide, take a look. I'm a fairly open book. Naught to hide, plain to see. Shroud in clouds of mystery. I'm a mess, I confess. Peer inside and try to guess. What goes on, in my mind.
"Painting walls is sooooo boring!" I moan, though there is nobody here to hear my plight. I flop back into the fold-up camp seat and admire my handy work...
Imagine... 'twas a stormy night... The decks creaked. The sails groaned. The drunken crew, sung merry songs. Flasks of ale chinked and clunked. The sea breeze whistled. The icy sea sang.
Painting my heart, Colours of the rainbow, Whenever you are here, All the colours glow. Red for fiery passion, Love, anger and fire, Red for what you yearn for most, Your fiercest desires.
#Household #Painting. The picture's of my childhood home. It's bright and full of colours. It was painted by my nan. Before the ruin and tatters. My dad had an affair. Colours ran into darkness.
She sits there always, watching me. Slowly I notice, It cannot be. Her eyes seem to follow, wherever I go, It's creeping me out, she wants me to know. She holds many secrets, that, I could tell.
#household #procrastination High above streets Amid glass suites To gleam away grime Streak free shine I tower above The push and shove 'Tween reflections of clouds Above the crowds Just me and...
The next word is... Painting :) Tag #household in the opuss and me in the comments Look forward to reading your opusses The deadline is the first of November Good luck.
Ok, since three people wrote entries, #household is being announced tonight. So, in third place, Is... @maeheleneflynmolly with Window Sill. A wonderfully snowy poem, full of winter and fun.
#household I look outside and what do I see. The outside world waiting for me The snow is falling Into soft flakes Should I go out. Or is it a mistake.
If one more person could write a #household then I could announce the results tonight maybe. PLEEEAASSSE. I'm desperate!!.
I'm moving the deadline again for #household to the same time (8:00pm) tomorrow. Congrats to @leelee101 and @liberty for being the only ones to have entered so far.
#household W hat is it you'll see. I f you chance a secret glance N eeding clarity D o feelings abstain. O r will old wounds reopen W indows to your pain?.
Just a reminder, The new #household word is Window/Windowsill and the deadline is 8:00pm tomorrow. Remember to tag me and G O O D L U C K . !.
#household @LeahLovesEC Framed, Not his fault, He was Framed, They took it with a pinch of salt, Framed. Blamed, He didn't do it, He was Blamed, He would never punch or hit, Blamed.
#household A picture frame sits upon my desk, Where a treasured picture in it rests. And now the frame stands loveable and teared, It reminds me of my pet that once was there.
It's time!!. So as you know I've restarted the competition as instructed by @Emma_33 . So time for the winners. 3rd... @patdolan83 with Through Closed Eyes. Great one. 2nd... @AWriterGirl with...
(Vegetarian, just for @naaviie). Half a cup of lemon juice,. And half a block of cheese,. With half a bottle of hot sauce,. And extra sugar please,. Two tablespoons of dragon's blood,.
Inside the Frosted Graveyard, Where souls of past take rest, Thread whispers, shapes and shadows, An unexpected guest.
#household I was once sad and lonely, Having nobody to comfort me. So I wore a mask that always smiled; To shadow my feelings behind a lie.
This is just a thought but we could do a weather challenge. It runs like the #household challenge but we choose different types of weather like snow, sun, rain, ice etc...
#household #curtain. When I close my curtains. When I veil my sight. That's when I see her most vividly. And my brain begins the fight. It's a struggle to forget. It's impossible to erase.