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Quill2Sheet in Poetry & Free Verse
53 reads

Scar

He feels the weight of pain begin to subside .. this one self inflicted .. he had left a scar .. on not one but two

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IntheeyesofMya in Poetry & Free Verse
66 reads

TEARS

I've  drowned my last

Tears

Submerged  all my

Fears

Double  wrapped  them up

As cheers cause  all of my

Can't, could've , would've 

An should've got ran ova

By that run away train to nowhere 

So I could  achieve  to be the

Better  person standing here

Before you today 

To reach my greatness  of

My Queendum on this day

no

Longer letting  the smallest 

Of small 

Mindsets of my hater

Defined  me on who I'm suppose 

To be other then me

No longer will they get in

My way

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Wordslinger
Chapter 221 of 448
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Cover image for post Happenstance, by DavidMark
Wordslinger
Chapter 221 of 448
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DavidMark

Happenstance

When genius

Attracts the

Loyalty of

Competence

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Challenge
What is your writers voice?
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kair15e in Poetry & Free Verse
140 reads

Writing Is Like...

A song that flows 

through watery groves.

The lyrics unclear,

Yet so good to hear.

A rebel that breaks

through ruler's mistakes.

The actions scary,

A burden he carries.

A chaos that spreads

through bodies of dead.

The confusion settles,

In blood-stained rose petals.

I don't know what it wants for me,

To do, to write, to make, or to see.

But one thing's for sure, and it's that,

I don't care if you like it or not.

Though it'd be nice if you like it too,

But a writer should be judged by his stories,

Like a singer should be judged by her songs,

And I should be judged by my humanity.

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Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #31: Write a piece of poetry or prose based on this question: Your walls have ears, what do they hear? 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. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
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Bonkers
133 reads

Hear nothing, but everything

Bring me to my knees,

Put me on the floor.

Take what my eyes see,

leave these walls wanting more.

Hear me as I break,

hold me while I shatter,

listen to me shake,

to this room, these walls,

I will always matter.

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Challenge
It is easy to write about pain but we have to create a happy world. Let us write about happiness - not out of success or love or marriage. Write about the just like that kind of happiness. And make the world a happy place. It could be a poetry, a ballad or prose. Just pen down a smile today! And don't forget to tag me..
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sandflea68 in Poetry & Free Verse
177 reads

Dance in the Rain

Happiness sings in the dark

and chases its dreams,

gallops into thoughts

and rhymes with cool breezes.

Dream umbrella of misted clouds,

a dance in the rain

time doesn’t apply

as your smile crinkles with joy,

the dew touching the grass.

Indigo skies and impassioned heart

a spinning top weaving webs of intrigue.

Painting the world with myriad colors,

simplicity without complications.

Snuggling with loved one

in front of roaring fire,

melting within his breath

tucked into his arms.

Enchanting heartbeats,

the perfect story

unlocking my heart

happiness flutters

through my soul

I don’t want to let go

I’ll just repeat his name

when I need happiness again.

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Challenge
Write a poem with the words "words are not enough" no word limit. No rules but to have fun.
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samosley in Poetry & Free Verse
210 reads

Words Are Not Enough

Words are not enough to explain how I feel

My actions alone do conceal

A love for you that spans an eternity

This I know with upmost certainty

My emotional exterior can seem too rough

That is why I know, words are not enough

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The Most Powerful 5 Word Phrase Ever Spoken
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SweetOblivion in Poetry & Free Verse
232 reads

Survivor

You are now cancer free.

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The Most Powerful 5 Word Phrase Ever Spoken
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Wordsmith in Poetry & Free Verse
87 reads

January 5th

They could not revive him.

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Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #31: Write a piece of poetry or prose based on this question: Your walls have ears, what do they hear? 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. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
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ALifeWitArt
455 reads

Every Night, and Indefinitely

Dear Readers:

Watch now, as we listen closely to our reclusive subject reciting her poetry. She is siting two-fisted with her paper and pen, and a glass of wine. She considers her unraveling sanity night after night. As the moon rises, her intellect spins. She is either going mad or perhaps she is slightly touched. She is indeed overwhelmed by her senses fusing. Irregardless, she is different and obsessed with the human condition. She ruminates with manic creativity over the injustices of humanity, but hope lingers nonetheless. She is haunted, but feeds incessantly on such. Her empathy and pain duel, and the outcome is yet to be determined:

These walls have

Metaphorical stones

My personal Veil of Jericho

I am counting in sevens

A separation from

My innate discomforts and

Mainstream society

My synesthesia shouts in shades of grey

And these walls offer

An isolated haven

Found within and

Built for

My emotional protection

To discern my condition

Away from the noise

Confined to myself and

With all triggers removed

My intimate space is

Safe and solitary

Quietly entombing

In body and mind

And I pace within

This is my mausoleum

The flesh of my wit

Accompanied only

By a cacophony of

Voices weeping

[This is not altogether symbolic, but provides some truth to the subject's fear of pending insanity.]

For mercy

In poetic fragments

Inside my brain, and

The Goddess of Eris --

With Phobos and

Deimos, are ready

To protect me

Exposing the two-faced

To the light, but

In the sanctity of my darkness

Fighting demons

On my own behalf

Borne from a brokenness

My vulnerability shattered like glass

Coupled with

The massive weight of

My empathy pulsing

Disproportionate and consuming

My disfigured changeling

And torn between

The fibers of wool

Now swaddling me

With carnal suffocation

[With regard to matters of the heart, you see here: the subject's undoing is taking place in slow motion.]

To the lovers who scalped me,

And harvested my soul:

You left me for dead.

And I can rest

Within these walls

I am able to heal

[Contradictorily, the subject still ends with hope.]

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