Three Line Tales, Week 211

Only 100 Words

Welcome to Week 211 of Three Line Tales.

three line tales, week 211: an old bus in the Mexican desert photo by Pablo García Saldaña via Unsplash

You’ll find full guidelines on the TLT page – here’s the tl;dr:

  • Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt (& give them a title if possible).
  • Link back to this post (& check the link shows up under the weekly post).
  • Tag your post with 3LineTales (so everyone can find you in the Reader).
  • Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
  • Have fun.

Happy three-lining!

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He doesn’t listen

Her Writing Haven

people-2590564_1280He doesn’t listen
and seems not to care.
Or is he just clueless
perhaps unaware?

I stomp my feet
I get so mad.
I think he likes it
when I’m sad.

This pattern of life
is frustrating as hell.
I just wanna shake him
and break the spell!

Surely he hears me
as he sits in his chair,
resembling a zombie
with a half-baked stare.

Do I have to dance naked,
would that bring him out?
If you knew him
even you would doubt.

He just doesn’t see me
and I’m always right here.
Being invisible
is what I most fear.

Tell me please,
what shall I do?
I’m being dismissed
like a worn out shoe.

I bet every woman
has faced this kind of day.
We should all just vow,
to go our own way.

Maybe we’d all get noticed
if their beds turned cold.
Weeks without sex,

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The Joy Of Being Oneself

Savvy Raj

Choose well
You are way better way more,
Than what you think & understand of you.
There is much that only you can choose to do.
Choose to live your life lovingly!
Choose to be purposeful!
Choose empathy than criticism.
Choose self respect and freedom to be.

The faster you understand  yourself  And accept being who you truly are,
And choose to better  yourself  to be the best version of yourself…
The closer you are to being truly happy!


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The Iron Mountain song…


The Iron Mountain song.

A Story by Coyote Poetry


Just words.


The Iron Mountain song

I have finished my journey and I drove to Iron Mountain. Been 30 years since I saw her face and I needed to talk to her one more time, my love, my beautiful Kathy. The shadows of her kind face had been haunting me since the last time I saw her. She told me once in the Winter of 1986. “Damn war don’t need you, damn money become just paper when you die alone and my love, you will miss me.”

I’m dying and I needed her, my Iron Mountain dream. My conquests seem so small as I rested by my Ojibwa Land. My 180 acres of free land is like me. Wild and untamed. I wondered. Is the traveling man cruelest lesson learn is, the malice of hiding true face and need, is living…

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Confab With Me

You never left me, for when I am awake you reflect in my smile and when I am asleep you transpose like a dream

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