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The Main Character

If I were to write a book about my life

You would be the main character in every chapter

Your courage and inspiration

The way you took me by the hand

Your smile when I was feeling down

For me, you've always been around

Your guidance when I got things wrong

You've been there to make me strong

A laugh, a tear, a winter's cheer

A sun-kissed day, no words can say

In my heart you'll always stay

A love forever

In everyway





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Written by Fifty in portal Letters From Prison
The Main Character
If I were to write a book about my life
You would be the main character in every chapter
Your courage and inspiration
The way you took me by the hand
Your smile when I was feeling down
For me, you've always been around
Your guidance when I got things wrong
You've been there to make me strong
A laugh, a tear, a winter's cheer
A sun-kissed day, no words can say
In my heart you'll always stay
A love forever
In everyway




#poetry  #love  #LettersFromPrison 
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Cherish

So much to say

But I can't find the words

We both had so much to give

But were lost

The pain cuts deep

You suffered

I suffered

But we never stopped loving

You were too young to leave us

You had so much more to do

Thank you for being you

There'll never be another

I thank the fact that we did so much together

Were so open with each other

You had a brilliant mind

But the wrong guide

You were handsome and funny

Charming and hard work

You kept me on my toes

I will cherish every memory

Until my last breath

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Written by Fifty in portal Letters From Prison
Cherish
So much to say
But I can't find the words
We both had so much to give
But were lost
The pain cuts deep
You suffered
I suffered
But we never stopped loving
You were too young to leave us
You had so much more to do
Thank you for being you
There'll never be another
I thank the fact that we did so much together
Were so open with each other
You had a brilliant mind
But the wrong guide
You were handsome and funny
Charming and hard work
You kept me on my toes
I will cherish every memory
Until my last breath
#poetry  #moments  #cherish  #LettersFromPrison 
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Anger

Write about a moment experienced through your body. Leave out thought and emotion; let all the information be conveyed through the body and senses.


Shallow breaths

Calmness instilled

Inexpressive

Walking on air

Dormant apocalypse

Pompei slumber

Ignite my taper

Your words of controversy

Instantaneous fire in my belly

Hairs on end

Insufferable explosion of every sense

Inharmonious surge of adrenaline

Heat emanating

A piercing scream


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Written by Fifty in portal Letters From Prison
Anger
Write about a moment experienced through your body. Leave out thought and emotion; let all the information be conveyed through the body and senses.

Shallow breaths
Calmness instilled
Inexpressive
Walking on air
Dormant apocalypse
Pompei slumber
Ignite my taper
Your words of controversy
Instantaneous fire in my belly
Hairs on end
Insufferable explosion of every sense
Inharmonious surge of adrenaline
Heat emanating
A piercing scream

#poetry  #anger  #LettersFromPrison 
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Written by Fifty in portal Letters From Prison

Inspirational Gifts

Write about everything that inspires you.


The birds and the trees

A summer's day

And dog's fleas, yeah that's what inspires me

A man that is strong

A desert road that is long

The rain when it falls

Ridiculous rules

Inspiration you think?

Yeah, I'd say

A choir at dawn

A weed and a thorn

A flower in bloom

The flight of a balloon

Inspiration in all that I see

The world as a whole

Sanchez scores a goal

Such random things

Gold bracelets and rings

All inspires me to do what I can

Surrounded by gifts

Do you see what I see?

The magic in life

God's given to me

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Written by Fifty in portal Letters From Prison
Inspirational Gifts
Write about everything that inspires you.

The birds and the trees
A summer's day
And dog's fleas, yeah that's what inspires me
A man that is strong
A desert road that is long
The rain when it falls
Ridiculous rules
Inspiration you think?
Yeah, I'd say
A choir at dawn
A weed and a thorn
A flower in bloom
The flight of a balloon
Inspiration in all that I see
The world as a whole
Sanchez scores a goal
Such random things
Gold bracelets and rings
All inspires me to do what I can
Surrounded by gifts
Do you see what I see?
The magic in life
God's given to me
#poetry  #inspiration  #LettersFromPrison 
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Alone

The sound of silence: Write about staying quiet when you feel like shouting.


I need to be alone

Alone and quiet

Time to breathe

To process the anger within

Find my happy place

Take my mind there for awhile

I need to be alone

Relaxation, a holiday for my mind

I close my eyes

I am on a Caribbean beach

I dip my toes into the ocean

Then follow your footprints in the sand

I am shrouded by the warmth of the sun

Ever grateful for this life

I need to be alone

Else I can't find this peace


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Written by Fifty in portal Letters From Prison
Alone
The sound of silence: Write about staying quiet when you feel like shouting.

I need to be alone
Alone and quiet
Time to breathe
To process the anger within
Find my happy place
Take my mind there for awhile
I need to be alone
Relaxation, a holiday for my mind
I close my eyes
I am on a Caribbean beach
I dip my toes into the ocean
Then follow your footprints in the sand
I am shrouded by the warmth of the sun
Ever grateful for this life
I need to be alone
Else I can't find this peace

#poetry  #alone  #LettersFromPrison  #soundofsilence 
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Prison Mirror

Your mirror has started talking to you. What does it say? Tell us the story.

I am here day and night. A lot of the time I go unnoticed, until you want my full attention. But you don’t realize how much of you I actually see. I've seen the good and the bad, the highs and, oh yes, the lows. Boy them lows, you need to sort that out. Sometimes you give me a wipe over, but I s'pose because I'm not a proper mirror, you don't really clean me as you could.

A prison plastic mirror. Yeah, could only happen to me couldn't it? How do you think I feel stuck in this poxy cell all day, next to the bloody toilet I mean? Oh no, I could have been a compact. Carried out in an expensive hand bag, wined and dined, popped out while the beautiful young lady applies her lippy. But no, I'm stuck in here with you and your bloody mood swings.

Just think, I could be in the hallway of a big country house, with a lovely family. Might even have been able to see out the front door, if they'd angled me right. Here, I can't even see the window. I look at the bloody wall most of the time, I'm not big on that pink you've painted it, but I s'pose at least you've painted it. The last occupant didn't bother and the one before that.

In fact, I don't think you realize how long I've been here. I've lost count of how many occupants have been in here using me. Yeah, I say using me, because that's how I feel. Used. And you've all had that look about you. Pale, drawn. Even when any of you have attempted a smile, I've felt like cracking. I've never seen a real smile.

I can see beyond them faces you pull, them attempts at happiness. I can see right into your eyes. You see, you're just looking at yourself when you look at me, but I'm looking at you too, really looking at you. I can tell a lot when I look deep into somebody's eyes. I see the pain, the turmoil. Well it's not like I've got anything to study, is it? You never laugh, none of you. I only see the bad times.

Like when you've been crying, you look into me when you need to blow your nose and your eyes are all puffy, and you're trying to fix up so nobody will notice. I mean, nobody's gonna look into a mirror and just laugh. Do you laugh? I s'pose if you looked into me and just laughed, I'd probably think you was mad anyway. What am I even saying? I can't think, I'm just a mirror!

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Written by Fifty in portal Letters From Prison
Prison Mirror
Your mirror has started talking to you. What does it say? Tell us the story.

I am here day and night. A lot of the time I go unnoticed, until you want my full attention. But you don’t realize how much of you I actually see. I've seen the good and the bad, the highs and, oh yes, the lows. Boy them lows, you need to sort that out. Sometimes you give me a wipe over, but I s'pose because I'm not a proper mirror, you don't really clean me as you could.

A prison plastic mirror. Yeah, could only happen to me couldn't it? How do you think I feel stuck in this poxy cell all day, next to the bloody toilet I mean? Oh no, I could have been a compact. Carried out in an expensive hand bag, wined and dined, popped out while the beautiful young lady applies her lippy. But no, I'm stuck in here with you and your bloody mood swings.

Just think, I could be in the hallway of a big country house, with a lovely family. Might even have been able to see out the front door, if they'd angled me right. Here, I can't even see the window. I look at the bloody wall most of the time, I'm not big on that pink you've painted it, but I s'pose at least you've painted it. The last occupant didn't bother and the one before that.

In fact, I don't think you realize how long I've been here. I've lost count of how many occupants have been in here using me. Yeah, I say using me, because that's how I feel. Used. And you've all had that look about you. Pale, drawn. Even when any of you have attempted a smile, I've felt like cracking. I've never seen a real smile.

I can see beyond them faces you pull, them attempts at happiness. I can see right into your eyes. You see, you're just looking at yourself when you look at me, but I'm looking at you too, really looking at you. I can tell a lot when I look deep into somebody's eyes. I see the pain, the turmoil. Well it's not like I've got anything to study, is it? You never laugh, none of you. I only see the bad times.

Like when you've been crying, you look into me when you need to blow your nose and your eyes are all puffy, and you're trying to fix up so nobody will notice. I mean, nobody's gonna look into a mirror and just laugh. Do you laugh? I s'pose if you looked into me and just laughed, I'd probably think you was mad anyway. What am I even saying? I can't think, I'm just a mirror!
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Stuff

Take a book, choose a sentence from that book and use it to write a poem or story.

What is the meaning of stuff in our lives?

It becomes part of us,

Who we are

Stuff in bags, under my bed,

Stuff in boxes

Why have you got so much stuff?

But it's me

It's what I've written

What I've made

What people in my life have given me

An accumulation of time

Without stuff I am naked

So you know what

Keep your hands off my stuff


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Written by Fifty in portal Letters From Prison
Stuff
Take a book, choose a sentence from that book and use it to write a poem or story.

What is the meaning of stuff in our lives?
It becomes part of us,
Who we are
Stuff in bags, under my bed,
Stuff in boxes
Why have you got so much stuff?
But it's me
It's what I've written
What I've made
What people in my life have given me
An accumulation of time
Without stuff I am naked
So you know what
Keep your hands off my stuff

#poetry  #LettersFromPrison  #mystuff 
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Roach

Polished brown shoes

An air of décor

Suit trousers and a tie

Checkered shirt to catch the eye

Slicked back hair

A smile very rare

Shoulders back and tall

Be aware –he sees us all

It seems you think you're very smart

I imagine you with some old tart

Do you give it to her hard

When the windows are not barred

Do you implement the law

When you've got her on the floor

I know you're s'posed to be in charge

But you're giving it the large

You're not someone I'd approach

You remind me of a roach

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Written by Fifty in portal Letters From Prison
Roach
Polished brown shoes
An air of décor
Suit trousers and a tie
Checkered shirt to catch the eye
Slicked back hair
A smile very rare
Shoulders back and tall
Be aware –he sees us all
It seems you think you're very smart
I imagine you with some old tart
Do you give it to her hard
When the windows are not barred
Do you implement the law
When you've got her on the floor
I know you're s'posed to be in charge
But you're giving it the large
You're not someone I'd approach
You remind me of a roach
#poetry  #LettersFromPrison 
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Emotion Forsaken

My body convulsed in a galvanic response. Spine tingling, hairs on end, an induced state. A product of your intervention. You were a harbour of my passion, an armoury held to discipline. Leave me, else I falter in your presence. You fan the flames of my obsession.

Pose with conviction on the pedestal I chiselled, I bow in your presence, your word my everything, you took my emotions and now I am lost.




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Written by Fifty in portal Letters From Prison
Emotion Forsaken
My body convulsed in a galvanic response. Spine tingling, hairs on end, an induced state. A product of your intervention. You were a harbour of my passion, an armoury held to discipline. Leave me, else I falter in your presence. You fan the flames of my obsession.
Pose with conviction on the pedestal I chiselled, I bow in your presence, your word my everything, you took my emotions and now I am lost.



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A 50 Day

Poetry or prose: write about one day in your life.

Perception. It may be your perception that I’m living in this moment, living with you on a day to day basis.


That you are in charge of my very being, my movements. You try and dictate what dialogue I can use. What time I can receive my daily intake of fresh air. My eyes are open, but I don’t even see you.


I don’t hear you, you have no meaning to me. I have no passion for the day, for the living. I simply breathe and go through the motions, but by night I am alive. I breathe each breath with exhilaration. I soak up each moment; none of you exist, I am free. I love, I laugh, I can be who I want to be, with the people I love any time, any place.


So keep your charade, I hope it entertains you because I am not even here, I left a long time ago.

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Written by Fifty in portal Letters From Prison
A 50 Day
Poetry or prose: write about one day in your life.

Perception. It may be your perception that I’m living in this moment, living with you on a day to day basis.

That you are in charge of my very being, my movements. You try and dictate what dialogue I can use. What time I can receive my daily intake of fresh air. My eyes are open, but I don’t even see you.

I don’t hear you, you have no meaning to me. I have no passion for the day, for the living. I simply breathe and go through the motions, but by night I am alive. I breathe each breath with exhilaration. I soak up each moment; none of you exist, I am free. I love, I laugh, I can be who I want to be, with the people I love any time, any place.

So keep your charade, I hope it entertains you because I am not even here, I left a long time ago.
#prose  #LettersFromPrison  #adayinmylife 
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