Six Word SeriesI fiddled with the flux capacitor.I meddled with the beryllium sphere.I travelled the expanses of time.I contorted the realms of space.I distorted the view of reality.I changed the present and past.I founded a worldwide search engine.I discovered the cure for cancer.I dined with Henry the Fourth.I revolted against Russia for freedom.I fed cake to Marie Antoinette.I enjoyed cruising on the Titanic.I put souvenirs into my Martini.I divulged cheese on the moon.I flew orbits around the Sun.I lifted mountains onto my shoulders.I touched Jesus' garments of cloth.I gave skittles to starving Africans.I visited the Louvre in France.I proved Global Warming is wrong.I saved relatives from the plague.I dug Gold at the Stockade.I made fortune from the future.I returned to where I dwell.My travels turned it into hell.
The Predators HuntFear, pain and hatred,Rising to the surface,Like a bubble of lava,Exploding from the mouth of a mighty mountain.Head twitching, shifting,Listening for signs,Eyes scanning, heart pounding,Like a tiger in stalk of a midday meal.Muscles spasm, contort,Flex in deadly anticipation,Throat growls a low note,Like the earth as it shifts and moves.Brain performingA thousand equations in seconds,Assuming the best option,To attack and kill the blood bag of bones.Hunt, prey, eat, indulge,In the glorious juices of the raw hide,The blood of the heart,The look in its glazed eyes as I tear through it.Bones crack and melt,Slide down my throat,Strength renewed,I move out, in search of another tasty feed.
In The Rain - Silent DialogueThe black and white ball flew through the arms of the goalkeeper, hitting and bending the net backwards, forming an apex with the edges of the goals. The under 17's threw their arms in the air as the ending siren for the last quarter sounded. Hands shook, and fingers grasped at the winning goal kicker. Sweat fell from their faces as they clambered over each other to celebrate their win.Meanwhile, the opposing team fell solemnly to the ground, lying flat on the warn grass, gasping for air. Their final grunt for victory left them drained and exhausted; the disappointment etched into their red faces.One boy, James Daniels, lay flat on the ground, his throat wheezing loudly as he breathed life back into his lungs. He turned his head to watch the winning team hoist the week's champion onto their shoulders and bounce off the field. James pushed back on his arms to raise his head from the grass. Looking around at his teammates on the grass, he sighed and stood.James stretched his wary musc
You're The ReasonYou're the reason I'm standing here,The reason I don't let go.If it weren't for you, I'd escape the hold,Of that, I'm sure you know.You're the reason I get through the day,The reason I don't give in.If you weren't there to hold me still,I'd fall for every sin.My apparent friends abandon me,Leave me in the mud to die.But in your eyes I see the pain,You feel it just as I.You reach your hand to grasp on mine,And pull me to my feet.Every time I fall to Earth,You don't let me call defeat.When I smile, so full of joy,You're there to dance around.You make life a bearable pain,Fill my ears with joyful sounds.You're the reason I'm standing here,The reason I'm hanging on.Without you there to make me laugh,I'd be nothing short of gone.