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  • ardeth 3w

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 10 word micro-tale on Fulfilled

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    At the cool sound of silence
    I feel so fulfilled

  • ardeth 5w


    A feckless pack of ingrates
    Cursed by the most High
    With hardened hearts
    Devoid of emotions

    Neither dead nor alive
    They roam the earth's face
    Forever thirsty
    Alas! No wine can quench their parchment

    Always hiding from the moon
    For it shows what they truly are
    Always seeking pleasurable company
    Alas! The best company cannot savour their taste .

  • ardeth 7w

    Easy to grok
    Yet pregnant with messages
    To the fool, I'm a stream of words
    To the wise , a mine of metaphors
    Waiting to be unveiled
    I'm a living poetry.

  • ardeth 8w

    Drink up, drink up
    You might not see tomorrow
    Drink up, drink up
    You can't turn back the clock
    But you can wind it up again.

  • ardeth 11w

    - it all begins with an action potential

  • ardeth 13w

    The boundaries which divide life from death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?

  • ardeth 16w

    - worrying about the things that are not in our control

  • ardeth 18w

    Tough! I was told the journey will be
    No doubt, now I've come to agree
    I need more energy not just ATP
    Consistency I have chosen as a decree
    I'm on a journey
    If I lose my glee
    Please bear with me.

    Tough! I was told the journey will be
    Lord! Purge my anxiety
    And set me free.

    From this journey
    I shall not flee
    I shall win
    By the strength of my back
    The courage in my heart
    And the sweat of my brows ...

  • ardeth 20w

    To understand death, one must know birth.

  • ardeth 20w


    Hypocrites! the lots of them
    Bearing the sleeve of a gem
    At the pettiest they make a fuss
    Concealed with a veil of pretence
    Reflecting a semblance

    Hypocrites! the lots of them
    With tongues set for mayhem
    Worthless as pieces of timber
    I wish they had a banner

    Hypocrites! the lots of them
    they bear fairy tales
    At the sound of death they cower
    At the sight of truth they turn sour
    With lies comes their power