Wednesday, 22 January 2014 @ 20:44 0 stares
Day 6-Write a narrative poem detailing a specific childhood memory
What's Up Down Under
Sweet scent
Lingering in the air; spring
Flora of every kind
Riot of colour vs
Magpie feather
Sun soaked
Sweat drenched
gold shores lined
with an assortment of men
some delighted, others deadpan
Woken by oddly comforting sounds
rythmic gallop
of horse hooves
hitting gravel
Music
Sandwich making
In the early morning
Awaiting to be ignited
By soulful adventure
Down Under
Excited hands
Child like carelessness
Too happy
Too carefree
Nickname: Butterfingers
Oops, a spill
The whisk
Too fast
What an idiot.
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Monday, 20 January 2014 @ 19:14 0 stares
I keep telling myself that I have this warrior façade on, that I won’t and shan’t
fall in like or let boys make my hearts go a flutter but the truth is that I am
awfully lonely and a bloody hopeless romantic. I’m like frayed socks out in the bitter snow. I
caged my feelings but the lock is
nothing but rusty and my secrets are spilling out like reckless debris. I told myself never to render myself
vulnerable but I’m an open book. People read my eyes and know that somewhere along
the way, I got hit by a freight train. I live for accidents because the
unplanned things always turn out the loveliest. You find love in the oddest of
times and sadness in the unlikeliest places. If you’re exceptionally lucky, you
stumble upon happiness. But for some reason I got caught up in a thunderstorm
and never quite recovered. My mind is impaled with stale hopes of me being
draped in the warmth of your embrace. I’ve given up on those dreams but they
never really left me. That confuses me endlessly. These days I dream of boys
whose faces I can never register but whose lips craved mine without question.
They never paused or stopped or hesitated. They don’t worry
about whether or not I’m half mad or terribly sad or extremely bad. They hung
to my every word like their life depended on it. As it turns out, I had a lot
to say. I just never really found my voice. It was like having a love affair
with myself and I liked the idea of being able to do something I have struggled
with for the longest time. For now I’m desperate to forget you because the
brutal truth is that I’m weak. I want to be
strong. I want temporarily love faceless boys who love me and whom I forget
when I no longer feel lonely. I want to be selfish for once because God knows
it never really did me much good being selfless. I want to stop beating myself
up. I want these bruises and wounds to heal because scars are the very
foundation of a fighter’s existence. I am a fighter, not a train wreck.
------Poetry Challenge shall resume soon, sorry about the hiatus- I have been terribly lazy and uninspired as of late------
Friday, 10 January 2014 @ 17:54 0 stares
Sentenced by Daphne Gottlieb
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Thursday, 9 January 2014 @ 01:21 0 stares
Enigma
Terrifyingly entrancing
Silent as night
Other worldly ways truly
Mystifying
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Tuesday, 7 January 2014 @ 15:12 0 stares
Day 3-Pick one line song lyric to serve as an epigraph to our poem. Then write the poem to accompany it.
"Nothing but a vision trick under the warning light"
I grew up believing in the importance of imagination
Weaving magic into thoughts and feelings
Euphoria was a spell
Tears; salty drops of elixir
Soon everything started to blur
Lines faded; disappeared
I could no longer distinguish nuances
between love and fear
Emotions mixed in a disastrous concoction
I brewed a potion
of calamity
You were the next tragedy
I couldn't read you if I tried
You were written in words I couldn't decipher
Then it dawned upon me
You had been my latest flight of fancy
I could spend eternity studying you
Examining evidence, layer by layer
All whilst ignoring those whispers telling me
You don't exist- you were never here.
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Monday, 6 January 2014 @ 20:07 0 stares
In case you do not read
The poems I conjure out of bitter self contempt
In case you are unaware
Of the 4 am paroxysm- daunting catharsis in my head
You're the inspiration of it all
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@ 01:33 0 stares
Day 1: Write a poem where each line starts with a letter from your first name (an acrostic). It can be about anything but it should not be about your name.
Always the one seeking
Requiem
Innermost desires left unheard
Not a sound, not
A single word
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