Dawn Earnshaw
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Loves writing short stories and poems - learning punctuation and Grammar.ADHD
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Darkness.
This bloody war causing havoc with the electric, we are going to have to buy candles soon with the amount going up into space , interfering with the ozone layer, I’ve got out my old record player . They just do not know what they are dealing with. The Lord said to Moses regarding gazing upon at the stars , yes study them but you’re main purpose is Mother Earth don’t forget that Moses. “The darkest hour is upon us”, Churchill they are having a war like no other, mother is making food to last us all over the summer, testing all the newly built missiles and tanks out to blast all the buildings down in Russia and Ukrainian and now Poland have been attacked and NATO have done nothing about it, regardless of removing the president of Russia who is starting on Poland. It really is a figure eight or red pill , blue pill matrix, We will be in complete darkness for quite sometime and the air we are breathing is toxic, I can taste it at the back of my throat. We surely cannot be taking any food provisions from those War torn countries with the amount of toxic waste going about, we have the new covid variant coming through the air spreading like wildfire, so it’s safer to have our masks on, “the world is but a stage and we are all just merely actors upon it.” Shakespeare.
By Dawn Earnshaw3 years ago in Education
Delirious.
Adrenal running through my veins, I’m a skeleton when you say my name, and the high, and the high and the No, it never goes away, like jumping’ out of an airplane’ to swimming to swimming with the sharks. That existential feeling’ when your staring at the stars, there’s a hurricane in my head but the lightning in my heart, makes it worth it, reset your password, it’s setting and my head in flames.
By Dawn Earnshaw3 years ago in Fiction
Prisoner.
Help! I’m on Cell Block H. They cannot see the bigger picture that doesn’t fully include me. There is a crying soul that screams out and can’t breathe. She pointed the finger at me, for you to see the pain and suffering she was really going through, I desperately need to reset the password I do
By Dawn Earnshaw3 years ago in Families
EARLY OR LATE?
Everyone’s on Alert here comes pink silk shirt, she passes over me at my desk and I can’t help but inhale her great perfume of the pink moon Goddess. I will just collect the post as I do and pretend to tie my undone shoelace to tie once or twice to catch a glimpse of those sad brown eyes.
By Dawn Earnshaw3 years ago in Poets
Poets.
The outside world was unknown to her but she could see a glimpse through his bedroom window. His room was stale with a musky aroma. She really could be like miss muffet who sat and ate all her curds and whey. No one ever came to stay. If you really want to find your contribution in the world, look at your scars, heal them all. Then teach the others of pain in the world, which can be overcome by one word .
By Dawn Earnshaw3 years ago in Poets
Bright Moon.
It was the most strangest night ever in my bedroom- I had my back against the wall listening to music as I often do. I could see the moon through my bedroom window in full swing. My friend texted me, “have you seen that moon!” I replied “yes very bright.” The wind whistled it was almost as if it was playing the flute.
By Dawn Earnshaw3 years ago in Poets
Outside, looking in.
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse from his bedroom window. She was to be kept from the disease, pestilence and perils from the above world. Her innocence put any man to shame. Her Political stance was one that was to lead her into many a hot water but she wasn’t born to breathe “people”, she breathed air, fire and brimstone. If you didn’t like her that was completely understandable as she brought the demons out of even the most revered souls.
By Dawn Earnshaw3 years ago in Fiction
That Window.
The outside world was unknown to her but she could see from his window.He was there again! No one could see him only me from his window lounge. I was not to say anything my “friend” advised otherwise they will make me take all kinds of tests, and medication. But I really could see him again as plain as day, through the window, I made an excuse and pretended I was looking at the beautiful snow scenes and how it was almost New Year While Bob was making a snowman outside, he put a piece of stick for his nose and stones for his eyes. I was laughing inside, it - he was hilarious.
By Dawn Earnshaw3 years ago in Fiction
Moonstruck.
The waves gently pass in and out almost as if it had a dancer: dancing her best Monet for PB this day and night. The ripples gently whispering he’s here now safe with us you keep up your swan lake under the light of the pink moonlight, gleefully shimmering with love, euphoria and limerick or true love.
By Dawn Earnshaw3 years ago in Poets
