Published in Own your mind
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Resigner Luth
Resigner Luth
Resigner Luth
Resinger is hunting down a story. “Picture me with my ground teeth stalking joy–fully armed too as it's a highly dangerous quest.” –Flannery O'Connor, The Habit of Being, Ed. Sally Fitzgerald (New York: Farrar, Straus, Giroux, 1979), 126.04 Feb 2009 Stalking and stalling, believing and falling. My kingdom for a working mouse - computer not a rodent!
Resinger is hunting down a story. “Picture me with my ground teeth stalking joy–fully armed too as it's a highly dangerous quest.” –Flannery O'Connor, The Habit of Being, Ed. Sally Fitzgerald (New York: Farrar, Straus, Giroux, 1979), 126.04 Feb 2009 Stalking and stalling, believing and falling. My kingdom for a working mouse - computer not a rodent!
Resinger is hunting down a story. “Picture me with my ground teeth stalking joy–fully armed too as it's a highly dangerous quest.” –Flannery O'Connor, The Habit of Being, Ed. Sally Fitzgerald (New York: Farrar, Straus, Giroux, 1979), 126.04 Feb 2009 Stalking and stalling, believing and falling. My kingdom for a working mouse - computer not a rodent!
July 28, 2023
July 28, 2023
July 28, 2023
Sulking in the night
Sulking in the night
Sulking in the night
The lighter side
The lighter side
The lighter side
Sulking and stalling.
~ this one's for anyone whose setup has ever failed them. You are not alone!
With a little help of my friends.
"I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you - Nobody too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Don't tell, they'd advertise - you know!
How dreary - to be - Somebody!
How public - like a Frog -
To tell one's name - the livelong June -
To an admiring Bog!"
- Emily Dickinson, Nobody
F.Y.I. Any spelling errors belong to me, the poetry belongs to her.
Trust the dark.
When I'm fumbling in the dark, critters at my feet. Critics on my back. I can feel the feline stare. It's within me. It's definitely within you too. As I hear the laughter of my past demons. I know you hear your own.
I decide, it's me. I chose this, did you choose it too?
The only difference between us? I thrive in darkness. I am not lost. I am under no obligation to anyone but me.
My world is turning.
~ Image credit: Redbubble
Time for a poem of my own?
Looking back
What you shared was a fantasy.
What I did was a fallacy.
You opened the door; I opened my heart.
Thinking we shared a love of art.
Now that our story is dead,
and I'm looking far ahead.
There lies a path, in the aftermath.
Before I leave, take heed.
Who's left to call when in need?
~ Last words, by Nadine aka Resigner 29/07/2023W
Well, can you?
Resigner's running on batteries.
Salutations, my weird and wired friends. Tomorrow's closer than you know, so get up and move. Forward, always forward, falling and rising. We live on.
See y'all later!
#justmoveforward
> Keep on reading, Fantasy tales for the inner kid in old souls.
Sulking and stalling.
~ this one's for anyone whose setup has ever failed them. You are not alone!
With a little help of my friends.
"I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you - Nobody too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Don't tell, they'd advertise - you know!
How dreary - to be - Somebody!
How public - like a Frog -
To tell one's name - the livelong June -
To an admiring Bog!"
- Emily Dickinson, Nobody
F.Y.I. Any spelling errors belong to me, the poetry belongs to her.
Trust the dark.
When I'm fumbling in the dark, critters at my feet. Critics on my back. I can feel the feline stare. It's within me. It's definitely within you too. As I hear the laughter of my past demons. I know you hear your own.
I decide, it's me. I chose this, did you choose it too?
The only difference between us? I thrive in darkness. I am not lost. I am under no obligation to anyone but me.
My world is turning.
~ Image credit: Redbubble
Time for a poem of my own?
Looking back
What you shared was a fantasy.
What I did was a fallacy.
You opened the door; I opened my heart.
Thinking we shared a love of art.
Now that our story is dead,
and I'm looking far ahead.
There lies a path, in the aftermath.
Before I leave, take heed.
Who's left to call when in need?
~ Last words, by Nadine aka Resigner 29/07/2023W
Well, can you?
Resigner's running on batteries.
Salutations, my weird and wired friends. Tomorrow's closer than you know, so get up and move. Forward, always forward, falling and rising. We live on.
See y'all later!
#justmoveforward
> Keep on reading, Fantasy tales for the inner kid in old souls.
Sulking and stalling.
~ this one's for anyone whose setup has ever failed them. You are not alone!
With a little help of my friends.
"I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you - Nobody too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Don't tell, they'd advertise - you know!
How dreary - to be - Somebody!
How public - like a Frog -
To tell one's name - the livelong June -
To an admiring Bog!"
- Emily Dickinson, Nobody
F.Y.I. Any spelling errors belong to me, the poetry belongs to her.
Trust the dark.
When I'm fumbling in the dark, critters at my feet. Critics on my back. I can feel the feline stare. It's within me. It's definitely within you too. As I hear the laughter of my past demons. I know you hear your own.
I decide, it's me. I chose this, did you choose it too?
The only difference between us? I thrive in darkness. I am not lost. I am under no obligation to anyone but me.
My world is turning.
~ Image credit: Redbubble
Time for a poem of my own?
Looking back
What you shared was a fantasy.
What I did was a fallacy.
You opened the door; I opened my heart.
Thinking we shared a love of art.
Now that our story is dead,
and I'm looking far ahead.
There lies a path, in the aftermath.
Before I leave, take heed.
Who's left to call when in need?
~ Last words, by Nadine aka Resigner 29/07/2023W
Well, can you?
Resigner's running on batteries.
Salutations, my weird and wired friends. Tomorrow's closer than you know, so get up and move. Forward, always forward, falling and rising. We live on.
See y'all later!
#justmoveforward
> Keep on reading, Fantasy tales for the inner kid in old souls.
