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Brigida Hurley Jul 2015
The hostile computer file
Was in an old style
That slipped and floated
In hotter water.
Haiku, writing prompt,
Brigida Hurley Jul 2015
The Others gathered around to eat ice cream sundaes.
The diversity and multicultural festival was crowded.
I thought how do the others relate to this unforgettable experience.
The flavors of ice cream was of varity and taste.
There was even an eating contest for a charity donating food and clothes from the others.
I sat at the picnic tables where an event would take place.
The family members from the others began to sit at the picnic tables.
It was my day off, and I looked forward to spending time with the others with familiar and unfamiliar faces in places I rarely attend, but I want to.
Using words, short story contest
Brigida Hurley Jul 2015
Bitter lemons on my tongue
Summer is here and fall is near
Pumpkins are dear and self is clear
Haiku, two words, writing prompt, poem
Brigida Hurley Jul 2015
The broken heart needs time;
When flowers bloom again;
Until then feel the warmth of the sun.
Haiku, poem, writing prompt, two words
Brigida Hurley Jul 2015
Red
Desert Sunsets with Blood Orange Red Prisms.
Birds flying high;
On a Crystal clear blue sky.
Writing prompts using two words haiku
Brigida Hurley Jul 2015
"I remember, it was thirty minutes ago."
My mommy Fed me until my tummy was full.
" I fell fast asleep."
After awhile, I was dreaming of a movie I just saw on television.
"I tossed and turned for what seem like forever."
[My hands are weak and my tail is numb.
How could I be burried alive?]
"I cried and I cried."
[No one can hear me inside.
A two feet beneath a square trap . Equal in measures from side to side.]
"Mommy, where am I?"
"Get out of there," she cried.
[My eyes are tired, and I just want to sleep.
Wake me up. I'm burried alive.]
[She gently shook her baby mouse to wake up and follow the trail to the other side.]
["It's just a dream and a belly full of dinner." The mommy mouse replied.]
"This happened forty minutes ago." (
Brigida Hurley Jul 2015
Branches that stretch along the terrace with dangling stems throughout.  Scraped, chipped and peeled of layers from its grey skin.  Connecting each stem to stem marked by living things that invade and conquer this figure with branches and stems.  With glitches along the way.  Fades and patches, competing with each other, yet symbolic something to be discovered. Flow and movement takes its advantages and makes it into the unknown, and the discovery of richness and deep surfaces to be drawn in for the taking.  The breathing organism pound its bleeding heart through and through as it forms pockets of bubbles for reciprocating.  Where the exchange begins or ends has a recycle formulated within the branches of its life to receive and life to give; given source.

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