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      Time's Up with the talented Adagio

      In a seance of blue, failing light, speaking to the deadbut not in metaphors of flowers or sleepy-time hoursaround the mahogany torrid glory, sinister eventin the shadows, quicken for a deadly eventbuilding in tempo, to my regret as the air thickens...

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      Lily Tu Et Tu

      saphires flash, spells fall from my lipsthe spirits are talkingyour codes are getting my attentionmy eyes don't look for what my soul knowsyou're there talking to metriggering an affectionate alliance between uspulling me into the nether realmstar stunting in...

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      schizo

      reasoning within myself I think of all the advise I've been givenlike say by my well meaning psychiatrist my rebellion wants to ask have you ever been schizophrenic?she was shocked when I told her it was painful but it...

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      • It’s the same for most mental illnesses.
        Those that have never suffered from them cannot entirely understand what’s happening in the mind of the afflicted.
        My mental health illness of choice (as if I had any) was depression.Everyone looked for a reason as to why it happened and yes there may have been some reasons but essentially I am predisposed to it.
        They also presume medication will fix it when in fact it can’t.It can lessen the impact but the brain and the mind of a ‘ looney’ neuroplaticly savant ( I just made that up so no point googling it) in that it’s like trying to catch the wind and tame it.
        I’m rambling a bit but today is a suffering day and writing ,as you well know,calms the mind.Doesnt have to be good writing,just has to be good enough to quiet the mind.
        You’re husband is destined for heaven,if there is one,just tell him to keep away from my wife.They are saints in the making.It cannot be easy for either to understand our suffering but without them we probably wouldn’t be here?
        One final thing.For all the shit that depression brought it also helped kick open a door that let kindness and compassion flood into me.
        I often encounter people in social settings that trivialise or worse vilify those with mental health issues.What they don’t understand is they are only a bees dick away from themselves.
        You take care sweetie and I mean that from the heart of my bottom…lol.
        🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

        • hello dearest Benny I want to give you a proper response and I will but for now I just wanted to say thank you and hugs on a suffering day…depression is very difficult as I know 💕rest easy tonight…

            • good morning dearest Benny I often tell my husband he is due a reward for looking out for me there are so many areas I would be in danger on my own… a lot of people leave their spouces on a whim I don’t take mine for granted I know good and bad times come…I focus on what is worth my time and try to let the petty things go…he is my husband and caretaker I would be lost without him… you would think people would be understanding but sadly the ones that come near us are usually looking to take advantage of our diminished state…having a wife who understands you is beautiful…I know depression and know it often comes out of the blue and even when nothing is wrong it is unexplainable and it hurts when others say what’s wrong or just snap out of it I know it’s painful…I really appreciated your understanding but I didn’t mean to ramble so much your comment brough a lot of things to light like how grateful I am for my husband though imperfect has stood by me through the storms have a beautiful day today 💕

      • thank you beautiful Mary it’s just what I’ve been through go through I deeply appreciate the lovely comment and understanding 💕

      • Powerfully penned, Brenda. The human mind is powerful, but it can be like putting together a puzzle, with very vague directions. Amazing write my friend, thanks for sharing. Appreciate you.

        Damian

        • thank you dearest Damian it can be I do my best with what I have I get frustrated though when society still wants me to jump social hoops… especially when they know of my difficulties I deeply appreciate you 💕

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      The Gin Shot

      It was my third assignment for the Cohol Tribune. My boss thought it would be best for me to go and interview an upcoming environmentalist, named Caleb. Stewart. I didn't realize I would need to travel to Scotland for...

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      • Brilliantly penned, Fia. Wonderful storytelling, it kinda reminds me of a sitcom my friend. Excellent write. Appreciate you.

        Damian

      • I enjoyed this. Comparing the kiss to drinking water is imaginative–I like it. I need to “see” the action in a story, and that was easy with this. Probably because I’m a very foolish (and hopeless) romantic, I feel bad when romance has to take a back seat to life goals. Maybe she’ll see him again?

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      Challenge Are you up for it?

      Calling all those who fish  I have an idea that's delish  Can you write about the catch  Not the one that you threw back    I have a Twist in mind  Not all fish are one of a kind  The catch can be by sea or...

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      • this makes me think of metaphors for getting with someone romatically and going to the flea market and haggling for the write price haggling with a whore sorry Fia it’s the images your challenge brought 💕

        • It’s fine. Go for it and write crimsin

          • I cast desire upon the tide,
            My fingers tremble for her weight
            A secret urge I cannot hide,
            My bait a promise, sweet as fate.

            She rises shimmering, bare and bold,
            Her flanks and curve inflame the air
            Enticing as forbidden gold,
            She stirs my blood with fevered dare.

            She fights, resists, with sultry grace,
            Her finish slick against my skin;
            The pull, the yield, our swift embrace
            She swallows lust, I drink her in.

            On shore, still dripping wet with lust,
            Her form revealed, full-bodied, wild
            We meet as lovers, freed and flushed
            My catch, my craving, reconciled

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