#flames from hell#

Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge – Hell

as time tells a tale to the dark of night
of anger of rage crimson tears ignite
in a fire veined fury of wounds to dwell
I burnt my thoughts with flames from hell

from the ruins the pleas for solace echoed
bloodcurling screams from within followed
and savage was the silence as thunder it fell
I burnt my thoughts with flames from hell

dragged through shards of broken moments
scarlet tides bled from shattered fragments
and achesome was the hauntingly soft knell
as I burnt my thoughts with flames from hell

but as life deceived so did time turn anchor
tamed the beast that fueled this anger
night after night dawned a gentler spell
as I burnt my thoughts with flames from hell

the skies spill streaks…so soft its moonlight
as beneath their watch i breathe…quiet
of the darkness of night … the tales time tell
how i once burnt my thoughts with flames from hell


…and just incase you’re wondering – it’s a nope – I’ve never really attempted to burn my thoughts with flames from hell …🫣 and i absolutely have no intention of even trying 😋 … but in all honesty (or not)🙃
– why the need to even go so far …. 😉

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#un-edited#

Linda’s: Stream of Consciousness Saturday 

From Linda
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “sweet.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy

so, this is where ‘sweet‘ took my thoughts 🙃

theres a sense of sweetness

is those unexpected gestures

simple efforts … sincere intentions-

then those decorative words that echo falsity

actions opposing the meaning of honesty

and how real is that smile
that fails to reach the eye

or those cursory hugs
that leave you emptied inside out

and it eludes my mind – the logic-

how we’re expected to accept this as caring

and then we’re – by chance
touched by the sweetness of
a gentle moment

unexpected … emotional

that soothes the ugly and sweetens the bitter

simple efforts … sincere intentions –

genuine … and sweetly so … un-edited … 🙃

…and it’s been a while that I ran with a stream of conscious … and even though the thoughts may clash or seem like it’s pulled from here and there (it is 😋 ) – it felt so so good to just write… 🙃 and as i wrote, images of people came to mind… known and unknown that I’ve watched and observed over time – so much to see, and then so difficult to un- see the seen too…🤦🏻‍♀️lol… and if my words don’t add up as sweetly coherent – 🫣 – then…ah…welcome to my stream of conscious non-sense…😋

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#deeply … shallow#

Susi Bock’s: SenHai Saturday

weathered the waves wrath
time-carved fractures tell tales
of storms long endured

tranquil seas reveal
from depths of reflections the
shallow intentions

https://iwriteher.com/2026/05/09/senhai-saturday-51/

#un-done…#

An attempt at : Poetics Tuesday: What art says hosted by Punam

Unfinished thoughts creep across checkered floors, as the fractured silence suffocates a black and white world. Ash drapes the outer walls in cinder soft shades …  walls that cradle this silence when it tries to escape …

…and so thin is the line of hope, for thoughts to grow, for dreams to unfold – but – between the cold floors and weeping walls … painted in hues of an earthern warmth ….  unfinished thoughts come undone…

stifled is the gasp
between whispers and echoes –
one breath at a time

https://dversepoets.com/2026/05/12/poetics-tuesday-what-art-says/

Apologies for errors in form or format…😬🤍

#time turns the page…#

Sadje G’s :  What Do You See

and the story continues

even as the words fade

the essence of what they mean … meant

carried through endless days

and as time writes

still no story truly ends-

a pause and …

time turns the page again



and as time turns the page

the scent lingers

as lush sways the fields

blossom-lit meadows awake

to exist in moments of spring

with winters bruise inked

in cold blues across pale skin


but the story must continue

and as time turns the page

the seasons too, will change …

https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2026/05/11/what-do-you-see-340-11-may-2026/

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