My journey through this world and how I see things….
I sometimes think that I was born in the wrong era. I am but 33 years old yet I enjoy things from the past. Led Zeppelin is one of those things from long ago that I adore so very much. I have been rather busy the last few months - going out more and trying… Continue reading I hate to think I’ve been blinded, baby.
Three Lessons Chess Tactics Taught Me The first time I played chess was with my cousin. He and I played video games by Blizzard - Warcraft, Diablo, Starcraft. Those are visual games. Chess is a board game. How could I possibly enjoy it? At first, I thought it was going to be a boring… Continue reading Three Lessons Chess Tactics Taught Me
Swings Sneakers dug into dirt Let go, fly high Taking this moment to revert - Swinging to and fro. Eyes closed, nostrils flared Higher and higher, I persist Leaving all behind, though scared… Cold metal chains, firm in fist Maintain my flow, nearly hypnotic… Decades have passed, but I survive Revisiting a… Continue reading Swings | All Grown Up
Dear Brother David, Had I known what I know now, I would have cancelled passage to this country and remained in London. I'm not even sure that is entirely truthful. The reasons I had for leaving in the first place was that I believed in what I heard of the promise, the potential of this… Continue reading Twilight Has Fallen (Part 1)
Old Soul Smart phones, thumbs type swift I don't loathe the latest trends - Eye of an old soul. © Susan Reed. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eyGWbpNzH2o In response to today's Daily Post Challenge - Avant Garde. From your musical tastes to your political views, were you ever way ahead of the rest of us, adopting… Continue reading Old Soul
Revenge! By. Susan Reed I hear her crying. Oh, how she whimpers! I peak from behind my spot, knowing she has neither the desire nor the nerve to look. Banging against the wall, I make my sounds louder than required. Frantic laughter causing an inhuman sound from my mortal body. Tilting… Continue reading Revenge!
Dreams Time can steal Make no mistake! Loss and pain Left in its wake.. Ignoring the chime, This is mine alone. Memories of a time Not too long ago. Escaping for awhile Into the deep woods Freedom in my dreams Away from worldly goods. © S. Reed
Sea Numerous ideas in my head Struggling to write them down Before they become dead Sea of words could make me drown How long do I have? When can I find the time? Clone? Wish to split myself in half! Oh, to possess the energy from my prime. Write, paint, draw, or… Continue reading Sea
Love Letter Fingers graze over the envelope, Pressing the paper against my nose Inhaling the scent of the message Holding it ever so close. Eyes dancing over the pages, The script remarkably elegant. Haven't received one for ages Words expressing sweet sentiment. How I long to touch my beloved, For his lips… Continue reading Lost Art
Saint of Caring Three hundred years from now, Will I be remembered? If I shall, exactly how? Hopefully, for the better. Old files and writings tucked away Telling the future my hopes and dreams Child poverty and hunger to end - I pray Or clean water from the earth's streams. … Continue reading Saint of Caring
Focal Breeze 