GelCoop
Just gelin' along in this thing called life, writing my story as I go...
Challenge
If stars were not made of bright, gaseous flame, what might they be? Illuminate me.
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My Little Superstar
His eyes
They twinkle like the night sky
His smile
Lights up his whole face
His passion
Unlike any I've ever seen
His warmth
Heats up even the coldest of nights
He shines
Brighter with each passing day
His self-doubt
Darker than a starless sky
Why can't he see himself
The way that I see him
He's a true gem
He's brighter than all the stars combined
Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #21 in partnership with The Micropoetry Society. Use the following word to create a piece of micropoetry: “Lines.” The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100, the runner-up will receive $25. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #poetheme and #micropoetry.
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