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Write a letter to someone who has wronged you. Putting your words in ink and out in the universe can be a good step toward healing, and can often help sort out the turmoil inside. (My inspiration was that my car was broken into this weekend, and I managed to get my feelings out in a Social Media post, which I will also turn into a letter and post for this challenge.)
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Letters

I don't think you'll ever understand. I was only in third grade, so were you. When we were both in first grade you had to move away, the first of many. We made a promise to send letters to each other, and I did so did you. It was terrible, but it was better than not communicating at all. It was going fine you know, I knew about your new dog, and you even gave me every phone number you knew. The problem was, that was the last letter I received from you. For almost two years I sent you letters randomly, you never responded. One day I look under my bed and grabbed that box of letters from you, it's still there to this day. I had remembered you had given me your parents phone number. I texted your mom, and she replied, she even gave me your number. I texted you and you responded. I'm pretty sure you gave some lame excuse why you didn't ever write me back. You also promised to write me back, when I received that letter I was scared. Your handwriting was the same as the girls I couldn't stand, and you sounded like them too. I didn't write you back, I didn't want to be friends with you, because you had become the person you would have become in first if it wasn't for me. You had become the kind of person who I just couldn't stand. So I don't really know who's fault it was that we don't talk anymore. I could just as easily blame you, while you can blame me. I think nevertheless I regret not trying harder. I shouldn't blame you, you didn't cause this, it was all me.

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Write a letter to someone who has wronged you. Putting your words in ink and out in the universe can be a good step toward healing, and can often help sort out the turmoil inside. (My inspiration was that my car was broken into this weekend, and I managed to get my feelings out in a Social Media post, which I will also turn into a letter and post for this challenge.)
Written by Snowshoerabbit in portal Stream of Consciousness
Letters
I don't think you'll ever understand. I was only in third grade, so were you. When we were both in first grade you had to move away, the first of many. We made a promise to send letters to each other, and I did so did you. It was terrible, but it was better than not communicating at all. It was going fine you know, I knew about your new dog, and you even gave me every phone number you knew. The problem was, that was the last letter I received from you. For almost two years I sent you letters randomly, you never responded. One day I look under my bed and grabbed that box of letters from you, it's still there to this day. I had remembered you had given me your parents phone number. I texted your mom, and she replied, she even gave me your number. I texted you and you responded. I'm pretty sure you gave some lame excuse why you didn't ever write me back. You also promised to write me back, when I received that letter I was scared. Your handwriting was the same as the girls I couldn't stand, and you sounded like them too. I didn't write you back, I didn't want to be friends with you, because you had become the person you would have become in first if it wasn't for me. You had become the kind of person who I just couldn't stand. So I don't really know who's fault it was that we don't talk anymore. I could just as easily blame you, while you can blame me. I think nevertheless I regret not trying harder. I shouldn't blame you, you didn't cause this, it was all me.
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Do the double tanka with me! Two stanzas, five lines each, 5-7-5-7-7 syllable form each stanza (see my "Bonkers" for something of an example). Tag me, if you please! #doubletanka
Written by Snowshoerabbit in portal Tanka

In Control

I cannot admit

That I am often overtaken

That the sea loves me

And that I can not love it

For it killed my hopefulness.

The sea rides my back

So that I cannot escape

Yet I struggle through

And overtime I pull it off

To be taken over once more.

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Do the double tanka with me! Two stanzas, five lines each, 5-7-5-7-7 syllable form each stanza (see my "Bonkers" for something of an example). Tag me, if you please! #doubletanka
Written by Snowshoerabbit in portal Tanka
In Control
I cannot admit
That I am often overtaken
That the sea loves me
And that I can not love it
For it killed my hopefulness.

The sea rides my back
So that I cannot escape
Yet I struggle through
And overtime I pull it off
To be taken over once more.
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Whatever is the first word you think of, you must start typing about it.
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Microphone

They speak

they chant

they tell us of things

we are meant to see.

They sing

they warble

they let us see things

that we only just heard.

They announce

they commentate

they let us hear things

we never thought we would need.

They game

they role play

they give us what we need

that bit of joy everyday.

They act

they choreograph

they show us joy

that turns into tears.

And what

what do they all share

just a simple little instrument

they use on occasion

to speak

to sing

to announce

to game

to act

they all speak into the microphone

why don't you give it a try.

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Whatever is the first word you think of, you must start typing about it.
Written by Snowshoerabbit
Microphone
They speak
they chant
they tell us of things
we are meant to see.

They sing
they warble
they let us see things
that we only just heard.

They announce
they commentate
they let us hear things
we never thought we would need.

They game
they role play
they give us what we need
that bit of joy everyday.

They act
they choreograph
they show us joy
that turns into tears.

And what
what do they all share
just a simple little instrument
they use on occasion
to speak
to sing
to announce
to game
to act
they all speak into the microphone
why don't you give it a try.
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Challenge of the Week #55: Write a story of 200 words or more about a stranger. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $200. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Written by Snowshoerabbit

Memories

I watched from my window frame as the people passed by. Each person has something unique about them some were very tall, others walked with a limp, and even some seemed to be humming in the busy street. One day one stranger caught my eye she was a young woman with long red hair. Not a natural red, but one of those magnificent reds you see people dye their hair. Everyday she passed by my window and stopped for a second to look at a big building in the distance. I never imagined myself to be the stalking type, but one day I left my apartment and when she passed by I began following her. She never seemed to pause in her walk, until that one building came into view. Suddenly she was frozen, the building loomed above her making her look tiny and almost scared. She stood still for maybe thirty seconds before she changed direction and started speed walking to the building. Never before had she changed direction. I continued to follow her till she was at the foot of the building. That was when I paused. I noticed what the building was, it was the library. I remembered back when I was a little kid I had a friend named... I actually don't remember her name. Anyway we were playing in this very library when the strict librarian kicked us out. I hadn't set foot in this library ever since. So when she walked in, I stood still and waited. To make sure it didn't look like I was loitering I moved around every once in a while. Eventually when I finally realized how stupid I was, I went in. Not only was I afraid to go in a library, but it was 23 years ago that I had been banned from it. The librarian that kicked me out was either very old or dead. No one here was going to remember me, yet as soon as I walked in the red hair girl looked at me. Her mouth dropped and she came over to hug me. I gently hugged her, even though I had no clue why this was happening. "Danny? Don't you remember me?" She asked me.

"I'm sorry, but I don't," I responded.

"Well, maybe my name will bring back some memories. My name is Olivia." Suddenly I remembered. I didn't expect to remember her just from a simple name, but I remembered. Olivia was the girl who got me kicked out of the library in the first place. Olivia was the first girl I ever loved.

"Hello Olivia, so is this your first time back here since the incident?"

"Yup, yours?"

"Of course."

"You want to go out for dinner?"

"Sounds like fun."

"Like the good ol' days?"

"Like the good ol' days!"

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Challenge of the Week #55: Write a story of 200 words or more about a stranger. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $200. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Written by Snowshoerabbit
Memories
I watched from my window frame as the people passed by. Each person has something unique about them some were very tall, others walked with a limp, and even some seemed to be humming in the busy street. One day one stranger caught my eye she was a young woman with long red hair. Not a natural red, but one of those magnificent reds you see people dye their hair. Everyday she passed by my window and stopped for a second to look at a big building in the distance. I never imagined myself to be the stalking type, but one day I left my apartment and when she passed by I began following her. She never seemed to pause in her walk, until that one building came into view. Suddenly she was frozen, the building loomed above her making her look tiny and almost scared. She stood still for maybe thirty seconds before she changed direction and started speed walking to the building. Never before had she changed direction. I continued to follow her till she was at the foot of the building. That was when I paused. I noticed what the building was, it was the library. I remembered back when I was a little kid I had a friend named... I actually don't remember her name. Anyway we were playing in this very library when the strict librarian kicked us out. I hadn't set foot in this library ever since. So when she walked in, I stood still and waited. To make sure it didn't look like I was loitering I moved around every once in a while. Eventually when I finally realized how stupid I was, I went in. Not only was I afraid to go in a library, but it was 23 years ago that I had been banned from it. The librarian that kicked me out was either very old or dead. No one here was going to remember me, yet as soon as I walked in the red hair girl looked at me. Her mouth dropped and she came over to hug me. I gently hugged her, even though I had no clue why this was happening. "Danny? Don't you remember me?" She asked me.
"I'm sorry, but I don't," I responded.
"Well, maybe my name will bring back some memories. My name is Olivia." Suddenly I remembered. I didn't expect to remember her just from a simple name, but I remembered. Olivia was the girl who got me kicked out of the library in the first place. Olivia was the first girl I ever loved.
"Hello Olivia, so is this your first time back here since the incident?"
"Yup, yours?"
"Of course."
"You want to go out for dinner?"
"Sounds like fun."
"Like the good ol' days?"
"Like the good ol' days!"
#memory  #hope  #library 
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Maybe

I'm falling

Falling

Still falling

I haven't stopped falling

For so long

I tripped once upon a time

Began stumbling forward

And right before my balance came back

I fell

I fell into the abyss

I don't know why

Why I had to fall

I've watched my friends

And some of them

Are standing strong

Others

Faces are covered in scars

Constantly trying to keep themselves together

Yet they aren't falling

I haven't yet hit the ground

And when I do

I won't land on my feet

No when I hit the ground

There will be no fixing me

I won't even be able to stitch myself up

No

I'll be a mess

I'll be that ceramic bowl of soup you dropped

I'll be shattered

My contents spilled everywhere

There will be no way

To find every part of me

And put me back together

And even if you get me looking like a bowl again

My soup will be long gone

My soul, all that stuff

That made me special long gone.

Yet

There is still a chance

That someone

Will make it to the bottom

Of this so called abyss

Before me

Maybe

Just maybe

If they are strong enough

They can catch me

Maybe there is still hope

For me.

Maybe after all I won't be a shattered bowl

My soup and soul won't be gone

Maybe I'm not falling

Maybe I just fell

And I don't realize I'm just laying down

Maybe that pit in my stomach is fear

Fear of what I can be

Of who I might become

Maybe that pit in my stomach

Isn't the sensation of falling.

Maybe I'm just like all of you

Maybe my face is covered in scars

Maybe I'm constantly trying to stitch myself together

Maybe I'm falling apart

But not falling

Maybe I'm wrong

Maybe I'm something else.

Maybe there is another stage

Another stage of life

I've never noticed

Maybe I'm that stage

Maybe I'm not falling

I'm definitely not standing tall

Maybe I didn't fall

Maybe I'm not falling apart

Maybe I'm something else

Something no one knows about

Maybe I've had it all wrong.

And I think all this

While falling

Into the abyss.

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Written by Snowshoerabbit
Maybe
I'm falling
Falling
Still falling
I haven't stopped falling
For so long
I tripped once upon a time
Began stumbling forward
And right before my balance came back
I fell
I fell into the abyss
I don't know why
Why I had to fall
I've watched my friends
And some of them
Are standing strong
Others
Faces are covered in scars
Constantly trying to keep themselves together
Yet they aren't falling
I haven't yet hit the ground
And when I do
I won't land on my feet
No when I hit the ground
There will be no fixing me
I won't even be able to stitch myself up
No
I'll be a mess
I'll be that ceramic bowl of soup you dropped
I'll be shattered
My contents spilled everywhere
There will be no way
To find every part of me
And put me back together
And even if you get me looking like a bowl again
My soup will be long gone
My soul, all that stuff
That made me special long gone.

Yet
There is still a chance
That someone
Will make it to the bottom
Of this so called abyss
Before me
Maybe
Just maybe
If they are strong enough
They can catch me
Maybe there is still hope
For me.

Maybe after all I won't be a shattered bowl
My soup and soul won't be gone
Maybe I'm not falling
Maybe I just fell
And I don't realize I'm just laying down
Maybe that pit in my stomach is fear
Fear of what I can be
Of who I might become
Maybe that pit in my stomach
Isn't the sensation of falling.

Maybe I'm just like all of you
Maybe my face is covered in scars
Maybe I'm constantly trying to stitch myself together
Maybe I'm falling apart
But not falling
Maybe I'm wrong
Maybe I'm something else.

Maybe there is another stage
Another stage of life
I've never noticed
Maybe I'm that stage
Maybe I'm not falling
I'm definitely not standing tall
Maybe I didn't fall
Maybe I'm not falling apart
Maybe I'm something else
Something no one knows about
Maybe I've had it all wrong.

And I think all this
While falling
Into the abyss.
#life  #hope  #maybe  #abyss  #soup  #ilikeceramicbowlsofsoup 
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Sitting Still

I sit still

Bored

Just plain bored.

I sit still

Listening

Just listening.

I sit still

Thinking

Just thinking.

I sit still

Wondering

Just wondering.

And I continue

To sit still

But I'm not just doing one thing

No I'm bored,

I'm listening,

I'm thinking,

And I'm wondering

Why, why am I here

What is my purpose

What am I meant to do

What am I meant to accomplish

Do I have a purpose

Other than just sitting

Here

Completely still

Bored,

Listening,

Thinking,

And

Wondering

Maybe you notice

Maybe you don't

But hey

I don't care

So goodbye.

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Written by Snowshoerabbit
Sitting Still
I sit still
Bored
Just plain bored.

I sit still
Listening
Just listening.

I sit still
Thinking
Just thinking.

I sit still
Wondering
Just wondering.

And I continue
To sit still
But I'm not just doing one thing
No I'm bored,
I'm listening,
I'm thinking,
And I'm wondering
Why, why am I here
What is my purpose
What am I meant to do
What am I meant to accomplish
Do I have a purpose
Other than just sitting
Here
Completely still
Bored,
Listening,
Thinking,
And
Wondering
Maybe you notice
Maybe you don't
But hey
I don't care
So goodbye.
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Visual inspiration! Poetry/Prose: Pick an image, any image, and write a poem about it! It can be distinctly about the image itself, or whatever the image makes you feel/think. Just go with the flow! I'll do one too. Make sure to upload your chosen image as a header and tag me!
Written by Snowshoerabbit in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Drown the Seed

Growth, new life

A bit spring, a touch of sunshine

And with a sprinkle of water

The plant grows

But not immediately

Not fast at all

And everyday you water it

And everyday

You wish for it

But everyday you're killing it

That sprinkle of water

Was just a sprinkle too much

You're drowning it

That seed can't live in a lake

Much less in that tiny pond

So what, gardening isn't for you

But who am I to judge

I'm just as bad too.

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Visual inspiration! Poetry/Prose: Pick an image, any image, and write a poem about it! It can be distinctly about the image itself, or whatever the image makes you feel/think. Just go with the flow! I'll do one too. Make sure to upload your chosen image as a header and tag me!
Written by Snowshoerabbit in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Drown the Seed
Growth, new life
A bit spring, a touch of sunshine
And with a sprinkle of water
The plant grows
But not immediately
Not fast at all
And everyday you water it
And everyday
You wish for it
But everyday you're killing it
That sprinkle of water
Was just a sprinkle too much
You're drowning it
That seed can't live in a lake
Much less in that tiny pond
So what, gardening isn't for you
But who am I to judge
I'm just as bad too.
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Write the most meaningful, emotional thing you can think of in 30 words.
Written by Snowshoerabbit in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Lost

I lost the thing

That mattered most

The thing that helps

I lost my hope.

We all lost the thing

That mattered most

We all lost

The hope in our souls.

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Written by Snowshoerabbit in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Lost

I lost the thing
That mattered most
The thing that helps
I lost my hope.

We all lost the thing
That mattered most
We all lost
The hope in our souls.
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Never

They told me, "never falter"

That the words would eventually come

Yet they themselves

Can't write a poem

They can't even imagine a thing

They don't realize

That it's hard yet easy

That with every word people are judging

Yet the main reason

That we write

Is to get rid of depressing feelings

Yet those depressing feelings

Try and succeed at consuming us

That we might just die

Of grief

But still be alive

On the outside

And they can't and won't

Ever understand.

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Written by Snowshoerabbit in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Never
They told me, "never falter"
That the words would eventually come
Yet they themselves
Can't write a poem
They can't even imagine a thing
They don't realize
That it's hard yet easy
That with every word people are judging
Yet the main reason
That we write
Is to get rid of depressing feelings
Yet those depressing feelings
Try and succeed at consuming us
That we might just die
Of grief
But still be alive
On the outside
And they can't and won't
Ever understand.
#never  #imagine  #dead  #falter 
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Nothing is

Tell me I am wrong,

To tell you you are right,

So many things you blame,

On yourself and not me,

When it is really obvious,

That I am to blame above all rest.

So tell me you hate,

And tell me your through,

Because all I heard is confusion,

Nothing was clear.

You seem to believe it is over,

Yet you are still hanging on,

Why would you still be here,

While I'm gone.

I guess we are both waiting,

to see who says no more first,

But I won't,

For I don't give up,

And I don't see you doing it too.

I see everywhere,

I'm caught in your hair,

We both we should say it,

Yet neither of us will speak it.

Rather silently we type away,

Texting Goodbye,

But nothing is goodbye till it is said out loud.

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Nothing is
Tell me I am wrong,
To tell you you are right,
So many things you blame,
On yourself and not me,
When it is really obvious,
That I am to blame above all rest.

So tell me you hate,
And tell me your through,
Because all I heard is confusion,
Nothing was clear.

You seem to believe it is over,
Yet you are still hanging on,
Why would you still be here,
While I'm gone.

I guess we are both waiting,
to see who says no more first,
But I won't,
For I don't give up,
And I don't see you doing it too.

I see everywhere,
I'm caught in your hair,
We both we should say it,
Yet neither of us will speak it.

Rather silently we type away,
Texting Goodbye,
But nothing is goodbye till it is said out loud.


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