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Tad Winslow

Joined May 2009 and calls coldfront home.

506 stories, 12 challenges, 1146 comments, and 49 friends

“If you don’t work nothing will.”

Maya Angelou

Stories

  1. Want

    A stare is aloft soft like the air. It walks atop the talks of people who care, who have our ear but not our eyes They wander to where we’d rather sit if we could only fit in together over there.

  2. Silent Signature

    You are a living Human being Reading Seeing letters Form words Pronouncing them With no sound Hearing these emblems Blend between The silence of your mind And the computer screen Permanent signatures inside are signed The tattoo’s of language are...

  3. Victoria Falls

    Candy apple coated brake lights And lips Slick with music Sturdy Mouths of sugar Childlike saliva; Syrupy Currents vein Electrical biology Through Mazes Made of Blades of Shoulders and windshield wipers Time worn windows trickle Flowing like froze...

  4. January 25th

    Bent Kneecaps and shins Bookends Double eye lens Silence Pushpins the pillow White Window of snow

  5. The Devil's Embrace

    The glass of water shatters at my feet. The clear and cold rubble spikes my toes and streaks my glossy wet skin with blood. I back pedal feeling sick and dizzy. My legs shiver as weakness increases and my knees buckle under the weight of my body. I hit...

  6. Accountability (Mature)

  7. Editing Process Progress (new words added)

    The projector sits defunct
 Its archaic Haunches fit where the floor is slumped 
A sunken visage punked, 
Clamped together By ties that tether This mosaic 
Of a verklempt attempt to be perfect, Unsure if it’s meant— stumped
 On the s...

  8. Repost (for editing process continuity)

    The projector sits defunct
 Its archaic Haunches fit where the floor is slumped 
A sunken visage punked, 
Clamped together by ties that tether this mosaic 
Of a verklempt 
Attempt to be perfect, Unsure if it’s meant— stumped
 On the s...

  9. Unfinished, still editing (Bold words are set in stone)

    The projector sits defunct
 Its archaic Haunches fit where the floor is slumped 
A sunken visage punked, 
Clamped together by ties that tether this mosaic 
Of a verklempt 
Attempt to be perfect, Unsure if it’s meant— stumped
 On the s...

  10. The Deal

    Another layer Peels Smother how it Feels Discover how the Fields Yields A lover’s verse The fighter kneels, Heels, Heals It gets worse, Then rather better Warm and wetter, Real You have to let her know though That’s the Deal

  11. Remnants

    Trees leave Dried pine Needles On floors Of wood In the Shadows Of doors

  12. Home Court

    Folks mingled by the door blocking the entrance to the community center. I stood for a polite moment outside of the clear glass doors hoping someone would notice me—but no one did. “Excuse me” heads turned and feet shuffled. “Thankyou, hi, pard...

  13. Sharp Tooth; Soft Tongue; Indestructible Grace

    Feel your tooth With the tongue Sluicing truth From your lung Pen of when Your heart is spun One too many times by the earth And done away What will you have left to say To those who oppose you up until your last day?

  14. Save Me From Hades (needs a strong drum)

    sun, sun come and stay that is all I’m gonna say… except I kept the mo-hun-ay come and catch me, runaway I’m senor for one more day pull this gun say ‘andale’ dawn has gone so suddenly pay charon to ferry me what̵...

  15. A Farm By The Sea

    We are small Yet We are it all Wet within dry skin Combining when Sweating Like a mountain Of smirking surfaces Lurking in the murk of purposes We breathe and leave no traces of escape Upon the landscape Footprints pockmark under pond’s Landmark...

  16. Nature of Love

    Freedom comes Carried Married To the eve Like a seed Upon the air The sun’ll leave You there Dark in the tunnel Where The amber candle Beams within The one woman You need

  17. Citrus Kiss

    you hate me though you wait up, lately, you wake up “what’s up?” you say “besides that thing jabbing my side” and we’re laughing simultaneously unraveling, heinously scrabbling, dragging along the gravel with scabs o...

  18. Ever Even Then?

    you hate me though you wait up, lately, you wake up “what’s up…?” you say “besides that thing jabbing my side” and we’re laughing simultaneously unraveling, heinously scrabbling, dragging along the gravel with ...

  19. H.T.W. (edited and stripped down to self conscious ripples) (Mature)

  20. Natalie's Flowers (Mature)

  21. Di Di

    They call her Di Di Friends do that is I wasn’t her friend I was her co-worker She was work hot— Good looking by comparison To the rest of the staff She was long and slender Hippy hips Nice face and beauty Beneath the skin I would fantasize...

  22. For My Friend

    You’re taking a path Through blades of grass As sharp as knives We used to laugh And let things pass Now you and I’ve Led separate lives I sympathize Heaving desperate cries At the thought of you leaving Forever— I cannot fully realiz...

  23. editing lines 3-6

    The projector sits defunct Its archaic Haunches fit where the floor is slumped Sunken, its bygone visage is punked, Clamped together, degraded by age lays this mosaic Verklempt unsure if it’s meant…………. surface…R...

  24. 1st 3 lines done (first edit of the next 3)

    The projector sits defunct Its archaic Haunches fit where the floor is slumped Sunken with age and a bygone visage that’s punked By an unfinished spray painted mosaic The undefined words and designs of a verklempt Serpent with a severed purpose&...

  25. Beyond Life Within Life

    Close a fistful Of wishful sensations Clothe a simple smile With dreams that dimple realizations Awaken to a wistful contemplation Whistling at the train station Debate whether you’re all aboard, Or waiting— wanting more Is such fuss worth ...

  26. Unfinished Poem (Continuing To Edit-- Not Happy With It Yet)

    The projector sits defunct Its archaic Haunches fit where the floor is slumped Haunting stitches of unfinished spray paint degrade its punked Visage of a by gone age tagged by a mosaic Of ragged designs left behind undefined by a verklempt Serpent wit...

  27. Revised Beginning (Unfinished Poem)

    The projector sits defunct Its archaic Haunches fit where the floor is slumped Punked Mosaic Verklempt; stumped Debunked

  28. Sweet Child of Mine

    He fled in a flow, He bled out his soul, He said he had to know, Being dead could be control, He’s fed up with the whole set up Threatening, Readying, Reddening, Steadying Ending Breath’s are puffing In the air Blending into nothing Lik...

  29. The Writing Process In Progress (9 syllables per finished line)

    The movie projector sits defunct Dust settles around its archaic Metal haunches silently slumped Punked Mosaic Verklempt; stumped Debunked

  30. Quick Associations (Slant Rhymes: lines 1&4, 2&5, 3&6, 4&7)

    Defunct Archaic Slumped Punked Mosaic Verklempt; stumped Debunked