Erik ubbink
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Rendezvous' With a Cave Bear
One moves patient, unrushed in thick snow. Crusted in some places where the sun had a chance to glaze the surface. Enough so as to make walking almost burdensome. The sunshine I spent hunting my trapline past the oaks. No sign of game. The three trap line bunnies in my stuff sack were my first concern when I came across the rather large looking cat tracks traveling ahead of me up the path I was on.
By Erik ubbink6 months ago in Fiction
From Pet Shops Into Our Homes
When I was a boy, one thing I really loved was our fish tank that was kept in the corner of the living room. We had several different ones over the years but the one that sticks in my mind was the tall hexagonal tank. An aquarium can be a lot of work to keep maintained but for me it was like having a good friend. Just like a person it would change a lot over the years. I think I remember the red gravel was a constant feature of its various different setups. It matured from having stylized fancy bubblers to the type that were more dependable. This allowed it to reveal its true nature characterized by its assortment of fish.
By Erik ubbink2 years ago in Fiction
In Between Worlds
Sedjna woke before first light. Finding himself lying in a soft bed of needles, under the protective boughs of a conifer tree. He was cold and damp as everything was covered in morning dew. Rising to his feet to stretch the stiffness out of his joints, a shiver ran through his body that persuaded him to seek warmth. Unsure where he was, other than in the forest. It was dark when he entered. The blackness of the night sky was giving way towards dawn, some stars were still visible, yet obscured through the treetops. Turning in all directions he checked the horizon hoping to find where the sun might rise. As he looked through the shadowy dark figures of the forest canopy a sudden burst lit up that section of the twilight. He had never seen anything like it in his life. A faint ring remained at the site of the eruption, a glowing ball across the veil of the heavens.
By Erik ubbink2 years ago in Fiction
It's Healing You Need
With everything full of resonance, living a karmic hindrance. How nicely I asked yet aggressive your stance, still again your granted sufficient chance. Let me be as I am. Pulsing bright light resilience, hypnotic might memories enhanced, mismanaged time frames you prance around in a self absorbed trance. Unable too see how great my burdens repugnance, knowing your plan you build on unstable land. Arrogance is soft and squishy and pierced by the truth. Recompense your lies are unevolved incompetence. Can't afford a viola so expensive the lance. All you've thought were successes become ambivalence. Codependent corruption spurns into transience self inflicted treachery on your soul. Struggle after an erroneous goal, against your own malice lashing out. It's not the resistance, or the world about. Its your own self blaming romance driving you on. To look back would be contemptual, shameful greed, misconstrued plea creating violence destruction it's your reflection CertainTeed, descending on yourself everyone can see. You have no power over me! It's not the gold that I seek. Enhanced deposits I freed, cherish for the weak, it's love that I need. Whatever stands in it's way it's defeat is decreed. All your hate is on you now, flailing around calling yourself civilized oh please peace is a promise I hope you will heed
By Erik ubbink2 years ago in Poets
Banisters of Clamoring Nonsense
Right there! You see that hazy blue color covering the hill beyond the one rising out of the lake. Clouds above green rolling into gray in all directions. All around a thicker white mistish disembodied form of a storm, crossing to the east. That's where I wait enshrouded and such. In a wispy of a hue, so much, a light quiet color, always there watching after you. From the horizon so distant a blue, far away thoughts, places from a dream, people you've never seen.
By Erik ubbink2 years ago in Poets
Purge The Soul
Today, I failed at life. Woke up late, my body ached. Had nothing planned to do. Spend a lot of time lately just missing you. Life's got me tired, tired of fighting, tired of being wrong, tired of feeling like I don't belong. Didn't even get to smoke a bong, all's I've done is wRight this Love song.
By Erik ubbink2 years ago in Poets
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