108 reads

Dawn

Glint of Aurora, weary aura

Drawing in the Light

Solar pardon, daybreak

Loosing woman from the night

Copyright A. Skaggs 2017

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AnjeliaBee

44 reads

Pulse

Life is a knotty labrynth of what is, what was & what someday may be...chaotic intention, celestial affliction & elusive reverie.

Copyright Angela Skaggs 2017

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Soot

Chapter 18 of 17

AnjeliaBee

T’was

Heavy brush strokes sweep over & painted stark white. Each stolen away, a thief in the night. Only a lingering, a frayed fragment of. Of sorrow, of death, of birth & of love.

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Soot

Chapter 16 of 17

AnjeliaBee

The Mess

On her knees, frantically grasping for all of the pieces scattered about. Frailty and angst spill out from her eyes and onto the floor. In plain view her immense sorrow flees from its hiding place, deep within the crevice of her brokenness... exposing, the mess.

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Soot

Chapter 17 of 17

AnjeliaBee

Continuum

Footsteps down the hall,

Flickering candle casts long,

Shadows on the wall.

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Challenge

Rewrite your favorite song using 15-20 words only. Great if you can make it into a haiku.

AnjeliaBee in Micropoetry

123 reads

Let Her Cry

Lost her mind, cheap wine

Broken woman, hard to hold

He's as weak as she

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Challenge

Prose Challenge of the Week #36: Write a Haiku or Tanka describing a colour without using the name of the colour. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge

Chapter 11 of 17

Chapter 11 of 17

Grey

Portland say, most days.

Middle, neither black nor white.

Melancholy lull...

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Chapter 2 of 17

Chapter 2 of 17

She Was

She was;

enchanted by midnight, elated by one.

She was;

elevated near two, cursing the Sun.

She was;

bewitched by three, dreaming 'til five.

She was;

disillusioned at Sunrise, that she was alive.

She was;

tattered by morning, no place near the light.

She was;

never herself, except in the night.

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Chapter 1 of 17

Chapter 1 of 17

3 AM

Solace near 3 AM, lulled by still nothingness. Yesterday's noose loosens and dissipates into the night sky like scattered stars. The dire, disquiet of morning has yet to present on the blackened horizon. Lying in limbo, she is spared this fleeting and solitary moment of tranquility.

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Challenge

Prose Challenge of the Week #33: Write a piece about your deepest secrets. Poetry or Prose. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge

Chapter 3 of 17

Chapter 3 of 17

Fate

Cold steel, sweaty hand, drunken Devil slumbered. Bad luck, jammed up, Devil kept his number. Sent to kill an Angel, slighted object of his rage. Bloodied hammer earned him eighteen years inside a cage. Even from his prison cell, he whispered in her ear. Letters sent, his message meant for her to live in fear. Tormented, she'd rewind that night she'd nearly stole his breath. Lucky Devil never knew he'd narrowly cheated death.

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