creativity – Page 5 – The Fyne Prynt

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Post-haste

Posted on February 19, 2014February 19, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

It is crucial that You get here right now as the situation cannot be contained, managed or dealt with until you are on site.

On sight I will let you know all the details but for now you should just be on your way, stopping for nothing and essentially dropping everything.

Every thing that has contributed to this issue, that has gotten us to where we are today must be addressed.There is no more time for excuses nor other words of delay.

It is crucial that You get here right away because you are the only one who can fix this problem.

Your lips are the only ones to kiss …
Your hands are the only ones that caress …
Your words are the only ones that move …
Your eyes are the only ones that devour …

Needed.

Wanted.

Now.

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Downhill

Posted on February 16, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

Running at top speed downhill in the shoes that wore out last season. Kicking up dust and leaving behind a trail of all the what ifs and should haves. Letting the wind of momentum slice through and rip the past days to shreds.

Running at top speed downhill caring nothing about what will happen at the end. Following whims and hopes and dreams as if nothing could get in the way. Whirring by are the painted pictures of all the mistakes made along the way.

Running at top speed down hill none of that matters. Because in the running, there is freedom. In the freedom, there is life. In life, there is always a chance to start again.

Photo: ultra168

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Your Words

Posted on February 14, 2014February 14, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

Your words drop down like pure decadence, landing on my lobes like rain on petals.
Driving me towards distraction as they mingle in my mind.
Lulling me toward the edge of reason.
Pushing me into the depths of desire.

Your words drop down like all the weight of the world on that frustrated woman’s shoulders.
Wooing me into seduction that takes flight into fantasy.
Teasing me without fail until I fall into the snare.
Asking for everything while giving nothing in return.

Your words … are lies.

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Letters {Number 13}

Posted on February 13, 2014February 13, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

My Dearest Love,
The roses have bloomed beautifully. I feared that I had pruned them back too far but seeing them in their full glory is proof that I was wrong. Isn’t it so amusing how we can take action with full confidence but in the waiting time witness that confidence wilt away?
Ever,
Your Dearest Heart
—- —- —- —– —–
My Dearest Heart,
Your beauty appears in all that you touch. Every ounce of care, every moment of attention, shows through. I visited the shore to watch the sunset. In that moment, when the sun dives into the water to swim towards tomorrow, all I could think about was you.
Always,
Your Dearest Love

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Letters {Number 6}

Posted on February 12, 2014February 12, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

My Dearest Love,
Do you ever wonder what it is that keeps people afloat? How is it that in times of distress or despair they remain buoyant?
The girls have been adamant about things remaining just as they have always been. I keep telling them that certainly things will change. They have to. Don’t you agree?
I so miss our conversations.
Always,
your dearest heart
—- —– —– —-
My Dearest Heart,
It is a pain not unlike that of a physical injury. The thought if you not being here is endless, yet I know that if you were here it would cause you great unhappiness.
I was idling at a stop the other day and drifted out into a memory that does not really exist. You and I were talking about all the things we wanted to do and the people we wanted to be.
I hesitate to call it a fantasy, that just seems like accepting a notion as too far fetched to ever be real.
I know that we are real.
Fondly,
your dearest love

Photo: @thafyneprynt

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This

Posted on February 10, 2014February 10, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

The Confidence that Shines without having to be Polished is the thing that is so Attractive. The Ability to simply be Everything all at once while behaving as if there is nothing Special at all. No extra words or cries for Anyone or Everyone to look your way. You simply are. Confidence. I could talk about “moths to flames” and the Passive attraction for which it is easy to Disown actions. But This, this is not that. This, is Seeing you. This, is Admiring you. This, is Purposeful strides to Enter into your presence, to be Bathed in your light.

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{re}Building

Posted on February 4, 2014April 16, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

I have propped up your foolishness long enough,
today there can be no more.
Standing on the sidelines watching you live the life of your dreams while I only dream of fully living life.
Providing for you a foundation strong enough to hold your ego wide enough to cover your lies.

I have propped up your foolishness long enough,
today there can be no more.
Wondering which time will really be the last time or if the next time will happen sooner than you promised.
You said “never again”.
I heard “you shouldn’t be surprised when…”

I have propped up your foolishness long enough,
today there can be no more.
It’s time to deconstruct what was and make room for what is to be.
Though much weathered, the foundation remains strong and will continue to maintain it’s grace.

But rather than prop up your foolishness it will support walls of character desired.
Truth, humility, love, faith, patience, kindness;
Because she deserves all that and more.

Photo: CarnationConstruction

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In Fidem

Posted on February 3, 2014February 3, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

The depth of her faith and expectation shone brightly in the reflection of the tears of her disappointment.

The sentiment often resounds that it is necessary to keep pushing, keep pressing, try and try again.

But what is beautifully simple in theory becomes woefully difficult in practice and so much easier to simply let defeat win.

Thoughts become heaviness, bearing down on the spirit and the soul. Crushing weight seems to have no remedy, no fad diet to make it magically disappear.

Disappointment becomes ever present, lurking about, waiting for that perfect moment to strike. Planting seeds of doubt.

Leaving to bloom beautiful flowers of fear. Growing not as flowers but as evergreens, maintaining an unbearable will to survive.

But even through the fear and disappointment there remains faith. Whether as laughter or tears, there always remains strength, power, faith.

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The Introduction

Posted on February 1, 2014February 1, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

She’s over there just as cold as ice,
Swathed in a cloak of green as only she could be.
Hints of glimmery gold catch the light in all the right places,
Possessing an appeal to captivate the masses.

There he is.
Is he coming this way?
He’s so smooth and timeless,
Classic, with just a hint of new flavor.

This is it …

Here he is …

“Hi, I’m Jack.”

“Hi, I’m Ginger.”

Photo: @thafyneprynt

*** author’s note: I’m not a lush but I did need a ‘drank’ and then I was inspired 😉 ***

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Happy Ending

Posted on January 31, 2014January 31, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

Wrapped up in a situation that all at once begs to be done and undone, calling on you to make the very best of a bad situation, turning the darkest moments into the brightest hours. But it is not real. It is “fauxed” out, draped in dressing gowns of exquisite fabrics of every imaginable hue. When you look and see how beautiful it is you become distracted by the turn of a word onto it’s head. Of course that is what he meant which is precisely why he didn’t say it to you. But instead to her, in whispers and hushed tones and plush sheets and deepest conversation. Today, that is not yours. Tomorrow will be the same. The affection that they can see, the confessions that they can hear will not be gifted to you. Dim lights, dark corners, late nights, early disappearances – that is your gift. That is what occupies your little blue box. The words are right and the passion unmatched. But when the family is gathered, the friends are near, the children are playing and there is no sweet whisper in your ear ….. where is your happy ending?

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