A mysterious, graceful, courageous creature in all her beauty lived the life of a Phoenix. Her life a show of continuous death and rebirth. Healing constantly from outside forces to rebuild herself into an image she desired to be – loving, strong and wise. She desired to shed the illusions that man used to cover…
Sitting outside on my porch swing on a dark, clear, crisp night, I admire the moonlight scattered across a vast canvas of hills and spruce trees lightly dusted with snow. The grass and dirt driveway in front of me is lightly decorated with an inch of it. It’s hours after the first snowfall of the…
Take all the rage from deep down in your heart. Put it on a page; turn all the hate into art. All that’s kept in a cage that tears you apart. Let it engage and enlighten us from the start.
WITH PASSION WRITTEN BY: Terri-Lyne Gedanitz A door stands in front of me. Heavy, thick, sturdy. Layers of stain applied over the years cracked and faded with time. Sap oozes through the grains of the wood. It is built from experience to withstand the tests of time. To hold its own under pressures of the…
Late nights he paints cloudy skies into early morning with tears in his eyes. A grey angel appears who hears his cries bringing him hope of a life with new highs. They painted his walls on all sides in every shade showing his ties. Her love wrote words that adviseon blank canvases of all that…
If they cared.. You’d be clothed in the finest clothes, not in worn out cloth filled with holes. If they cared… Your belly would be full of the best foods, not with poison that effects your moods. If they cared… They’d guard your heart with the purest word, not harsh sayings that have you stirred.…
NYC midnight short screenplay challenge 2017 is a worldwide competition where writers are given a genre, Location and item to write a 5 page script in under 48 hours. ‘Chain of Accidents’ came in 4th place in its genre and came with reviews from the judges. The results of the competition can be viewed at…
This feeling.. I feel I have felt before It feels real and was my mentor I peel back the layers to show me more It reveals things I need to explore I feel each feeling that feels a bit sore It’s ideal to heal them at the core. I seal the deal and lock my…
*Photographs and poetry are copyright and owned by the author of this blog, Terri-lyne Gedanitz. PHOTOGRAPHY AS A MUSE Puffs of white and grey, in every hue, fills the spaces between the green and the blue. Drops of rain, and dew, come in many — or just a few. Separate before, now stuck like glue.…
“Love me forever” Is what he said. Cherish him always. Is what he fed. Hug him, he’s hurting.. After you bled Forgive, but don’t forget. You might lose your head. Love all of him and lose you. A life lived better dead. Do as you’re told! Know your place beside his bed. Utter a word,…
We meet, we feel, we see.. In pain, we see the truths In pain, we feel the hate In pain, we meet.. In pain, we see the lies In pain, we feel our loves In pain, we meet others, alike In pain, we see our enemy In pain, we feel alone In pain, we meet…
Here’s my review for my horror feature script, ‘The Manchineel Killer’, from SCREENCRAFT! I’m not happy about the score this time, but the notes are very promising. I’m relieved that I executed the narrative successfully, as it was a hard piece to put together… as to make a horror out of it, yet give the…
I roam the plains where it is painfulI see all that is, all that is fatefulI sit all around you, I am here to playIt matters not if you are in my wayLife is not a left, or a right angle!I see many who are ungratefulIt matters not where you may layWhether next to me,…
Days counting to nothing profound.There is no sign and there is no sound. Memories collected into a mound.Spread throughout a battleground. Counting lost days that will never be found.Trying to keep our feet on the ground. Nothing to do but to hang around.Waiting for something that appears unsound. Met with fear turning inbound.Turned from the…
I wake up alone and look to my phone. No one there – it’s a dead zone. A mass tombstone. Everyone a clone. Moving to the same tone; rolling like a rolling stone. My mind is blown at what they have sewn. Simple minded is what they have shown. Fake, like a cheap cologne. Fighting…
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