Nightmare – A Haiku

Haiku: Nightmare

“Nightmare” by Avalon Media http://shrsl.com/?~8nb1

Haunted by your dark
twisted soul perverted lies
nightmares burn so deep

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015

Being touched by darkness, allows us to appreciate being able to see the light. Sometimes the darkness finds itself into my art, nightmares of long ago past, those childhood fears we all come across. Some nightmares are real, others simply a part of an overactive imagination, which can be a curse or a blessing,  depending on how you choose to use it.

“Nightmare” both the digital art print above and the Haiku, though, stem from real nightmares, those who haunt us far into adulthood, long beyond the actual occurrences that scarred us so deep. Expressing those nightmares, rather than burying them into a place where they can fester and grow, are healing experiences.

If you are being haunted by your own personal nightmares, try to find a way to creatively express them. Release them by bringing them into the light. And if those nightmares stem from abuse, get help.

May your days be filled with sunshine and your dreams with hope.

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Holding Onto Hope – A Poem

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the sound of a fight
echoes through the dreary house
no longer refuge

from where can I steal
a little sense of peace, lost
somewhere in the dark

Copyright Claudia Blanton 2015

Forgive Me – A Poem

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I wish I could give
you the trust you deserve, but
echoes of the past

have a hold on my
heart, chains not yet broken by
the warmth of your love

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015

Bedtime – A Five Sentence Flash Fiction

Bedtime

Bedtime routines are supposed ¬†promote comfort, peace and set a mood for a relaxing night sleep. At least that is what they teach in school, and I am inclined to believe my teachers. But now, as I am laying in my bed – the thick covers barely manage to hide my shivering – I hear them again, fighting, as they have every night for as long as I can remember. And I know, that in morning, my Mother’s bruised face will bear witness to my father’s rage.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015

This post was inspired by this weeks Five Sentence Flash Fiction Prompt: “Bedtime”.

Performance

The happiest memories of my childhood where on stage. Singing in our choir, having the honor of actually performing in theaters, at conventions, at festivals gave a break from an otherwise dreary existence. Our choir leader, was the head of the Musical Department of the town I grew up in. He took our performances seriously. So did I.

The teachers in our school where a part of the whole experience. The Director created a teacher’s band, who assisted us, my English teacher on the classical guitar. German schools are not exactly known for their creativity, but in this environment we could explore, sing in different languages, work with different instruments, express ourselves.

Speaking about expressing oneself. For the ultimate creative experience on how to make the most of your musical talents while playing with vegetables watch the video below. I did not know a carrot could sound so good.

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