Revealing Dreams

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Who cares for the worldly pleasures and pretentious desires,

why worry for the uncalled tomorrow and obnoxious cries,

our chapter is still unfolding,
our togetherness is yet getting defined,
we can frame it,
chisle it,
hone it,
to best of our imagination

and just with that thought
in the fold my heart
I am in blithe
weaving stories for tomorrow that are yet to be defined

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Shredded Dreams by Liyona

Go Dog Go Café

The moon said to the sun,

“Why my love, do you leave me each and every night?”

The sun said to the moon,

“Why do you run from me each and every the day?”

The moon said to the sun,

“For you are too bright, my love.”

The sun said to the moon,

“For the night frightens me.”

The moon said,

“I will protect you during the night, my love.”

The sun said,

“I will keep you warm during the day.”

The moon said,

“Then when shall we meet?”

The sun said,

“Only as you eclipse me through the sky”


He shredded her dreams in a dignified air of victory. For how long would she have to wait for the next eclipse?

This poem is directly inspired by the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge found here at the Go Dog Go Cafe. I am working through older prompts to…

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The 2020 Daily Writing Challenge – April 20

Jo Hawk

2020 Daily Writing Challenge

Writing is like driving at night in the fog.
You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.
– E. L. Doctorow

Today is Day 111 of the 2020 Daily Writing Challenge.

Did you write yesterday? We are living in an upside-down world. The hustle and bustle of daily commutes, the never-ending parade of constant stress, unreasonable demands, over-hyped experiences, and thrilling activities competing for your time, attention, and energy—evaporated. Self-isolation, social distancing, work from home, eLearning, family time, and dog walking, are the newest must-do exercises. No one would blame you if you are feeling directionless in your suddenly open schedule.

Abrupt changes can induce anxiety, but what if you considered this an opportunity to cultivate deep working habits? Deep work is a concept defined by Cal Newport, associate professor of computer science at Georgetown University and self-help author. He defines deep…

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Be my guest not my master!

Savvy Raj

I don’t know who wrote this, but it’s beautiful…

… We fell asleep in one world, and woke up in another.

… Suddenly Disney is out of magic,
… Paris is no longer romantic,
… New York doesn’t stand up anymore,
… Chinese wall is no longer a fortress, and Mecca is empty.

… Hugs & kisses suddenly become weapons, and not visiting parents & friends becomes an act of love.

… Suddenly we realise that power, beauty & money are worthless, and can’t get us the oxygen we’re fighting for.

The world continues its life and it is beautiful. It only puts humans in cages. I think it’s sending us a message:

“You are not necessary. The air, earth, water and sky without you are fine. When you come back, remember that you are my guests. Not my masters.”

Let’s not take our world for granted any more!

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The Best Version

person with body painting Photo by Sharon McCutcheon on

Looking within me
You are the best version of love
The one who sees within
Mirroring to me what you see
And as it goes
What I do
What I see
Is the best version of myself
As if I allowed myself
To be what your love sees
And with this
I can love myself
Free to be the best version of me

Today’s Prompt was to write a mirror poem. This was my response.

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