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You are a robot sent to explore the outer rim of the Milky Way galaxy. You have returned to Earth after 200 years. What is the first thing you say?
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Say Whaaat?

"Everything is candy. One big dish of candy bars. Next galaxy is 100 Grand. Delish."

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You are a robot sent to explore the outer rim of the Milky Way galaxy. You have returned to Earth after 200 years. What is the first thing you say?
Written by Tee_Hi in portal Sci-Fi
Say Whaaat?
"Everything is candy. One big dish of candy bars. Next galaxy is 100 Grand. Delish."
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Write the longest paragraph (or even a story) using words that start with the same letter. For example "Odd One Out..." Be sure to tag me!
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Tri's Travels

Tri took the train to Tarth to tutor the tutees, two times. They took the training terrifically then told Tee to take them to the temple to talk to Trinity the Tall. There, they talked 'til Twyla touched two taboo tablets, thereby toppling the temple.

- 'Tis terminated

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Write the longest paragraph (or even a story) using words that start with the same letter. For example "Odd One Out..." Be sure to tag me!
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Tri's Travels
Tri took the train to Tarth to tutor the tutees, two times. They took the training terrifically then told Tee to take them to the temple to talk to Trinity the Tall. There, they talked 'til Twyla touched two taboo tablets, thereby toppling the temple.

- 'Tis terminated







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Kindly pen me a letter/poem to inform me that you have created a political situation. Authorities discovered your ploy and now you're on your way to exile. Pick a country of your exile, not your own country. A foreign country most preferably. Tell me about it, your anxiety about your indefinite stay in a foreign land. What you'll miss the most about your home country etc. funny, sad, and serious, all accepted. Tag me @Octavian have fun with it.
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I'm Off

Dearest Octavian,

Soooooooo. I threatened to off our new PHOOLTUS (Pumpkin-Head Of Our Lost & Torn United States) and now I'm headed to exile in France.

If you want to call it "exile", that is. I've always wanted to go to Paris. Granted, I didn't want to be under House Arrest or whatever they call it there, but still... From what I understand, I'll be placed in a "home" and will be under government supervision, but I'll still be free within the house. And if I'm good, I'll be free to roam outside of the home in a dozen or so years...I guess that's their idea of getting off for good behavior.

I just wish I could have brought Gem with me. She's the greatest kitten ever and I'll miss her so much. You'll take care of her for me, won't you? I hope you don't mind me pawning my feline off on you like this, but I didn't have anyone else that I could depend on...I mean, yeah, me and Robb were getting to know each other, but it hadn't gotten that serious yet, so...*sigh*...I don't think he'll be writing me.

As for mom and dad and Kyle? You know I was the black sheep in our crew for the last several years, so I don't think they'll be mourning my loss much. Helena was the only one that truly cared, but she's gone, of course...Please stop by her grave and put flowers there every month, like I used to do. I miss my twin so much.

Well, I think we're almost to the place that will be my new home...or what I guess will have to pass for one. I'll write you when I'm able and hope to hear back, as you're my only tie to America, now.

Take care,

Felicia

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Kindly pen me a letter/poem to inform me that you have created a political situation. Authorities discovered your ploy and now you're on your way to exile. Pick a country of your exile, not your own country. A foreign country most preferably. Tell me about it, your anxiety about your indefinite stay in a foreign land. What you'll miss the most about your home country etc. funny, sad, and serious, all accepted. Tag me @Octavian have fun with it.
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I'm Off
Dearest Octavian,

Soooooooo. I threatened to off our new PHOOLTUS (Pumpkin-Head Of Our Lost & Torn United States) and now I'm headed to exile in France.

If you want to call it "exile", that is. I've always wanted to go to Paris. Granted, I didn't want to be under House Arrest or whatever they call it there, but still... From what I understand, I'll be placed in a "home" and will be under government supervision, but I'll still be free within the house. And if I'm good, I'll be free to roam outside of the home in a dozen or so years...I guess that's their idea of getting off for good behavior.

I just wish I could have brought Gem with me. She's the greatest kitten ever and I'll miss her so much. You'll take care of her for me, won't you? I hope you don't mind me pawning my feline off on you like this, but I didn't have anyone else that I could depend on...I mean, yeah, me and Robb were getting to know each other, but it hadn't gotten that serious yet, so...*sigh*...I don't think he'll be writing me.

As for mom and dad and Kyle? You know I was the black sheep in our crew for the last several years, so I don't think they'll be mourning my loss much. Helena was the only one that truly cared, but she's gone, of course...Please stop by her grave and put flowers there every month, like I used to do. I miss my twin so much.

Well, I think we're almost to the place that will be my new home...or what I guess will have to pass for one. I'll write you when I'm able and hope to hear back, as you're my only tie to America, now.

Take care,
Felicia
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What IS A Cat?

"Cat: 

a. A carnivorous mammal (Felis catus) long domesticated as a pet and for catching rats and mice .

b . Any of a family (Felidae) of carnivorous usually solitary and nocturnal mammals (as the domestic cat, lion, tiger, leopard, jaguar, cougar, wildcat, lynx, and cheetah)."

That's it?! Presley licked his taupe nose with his pink tongue, the roughness analogous to his mood. What about 'royalty'? What about 'king of all he surveys' (that was how he got his name, after all!)? What about 'god of the world, humans hear me roar'?!

He started bathing himself, his tongue picking off extra tufts of white fur, to later be belched up in a ball. 'Mammal? MAMMAL'?! I am no mere mammal! I am the he above all else, bow before me! Presley growled to himself, discontent with the severely-lacking "definition" of 'cat' that he'd seen in his human's book. We felines are as good as it gets! We are what all other animals, mammal and otherwise, aspire to be! We, the cats of the world, are the apex of existence! He sniffed haughtily. 'Mammal', indeed!

And with that, the apex of existence tiredly laid down for his afternoon cat nap, the better to dream of catching rats and mice.

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What IS A Cat?
"Cat: 
a. A carnivorous mammal (Felis catus) long domesticated as a pet and for catching rats and mice .
b . Any of a family (Felidae) of carnivorous usually solitary and nocturnal mammals (as the domestic cat, lion, tiger, leopard, jaguar, cougar, wildcat, lynx, and cheetah)."

That's it?! Presley licked his taupe nose with his pink tongue, the roughness analogous to his mood. What about 'royalty'? What about 'king of all he surveys' (that was how he got his name, after all!)? What about 'god of the world, humans hear me roar'?!

He started bathing himself, his tongue picking off extra tufts of white fur, to later be belched up in a ball. 'Mammal? MAMMAL'?! I am no mere mammal! I am the he above all else, bow before me! Presley growled to himself, discontent with the severely-lacking "definition" of 'cat' that he'd seen in his human's book. We felines are as good as it gets! We are what all other animals, mammal and otherwise, aspire to be! We, the cats of the world, are the apex of existence! He sniffed haughtily. 'Mammal', indeed!

And with that, the apex of existence tiredly laid down for his afternoon cat nap, the better to dream of catching rats and mice.
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Challenge of the Week #61: Write a piece of flash fiction about rejection. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. 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 Tee_Hi

The Letter

Claire Tomlin sat with a gun pressed to her temple. Her life had been one long line of rejection upon rejection, but this latest, this latest she just couldn't handle. It was the final straw that defined her life as one big failure.

She looked again at the latest rejection letter, sitting on the desk.

"Dear Ms. Tomlin,

Thank you for giving us the opportunity to consider your manuscript. We read it with interest, but regret we will not be making an offer of publication.

While your story is well written, blah blah blah...

Sincerely,

Ruben King

RIF Publishing"

This was the 16th rejection letter in a month. It was clear her story wasn't going to be the best-seller that she pictured it. It was clear she wasn't going to be the author she dreamed of. It was clear her time to breathe was over.

Pressing the gun harder to her head, such that it would surely leave a dent - a dent? i'm worried about a Goddamn DENT?! - she thought back to the months and months she'd spent crafting her novella. She'd poured blood, sweat, and tears into her work, just for it to be rejected like day-old coffee.

SHE HAD NEGLECTED HER FRIENDS, Goddammit! Her poor dog had barely gotten fed, watered, and walked while she lived her life in her story. And love?! Forget about that! Her love life had gone to shit because she thought it more important to focus on her heroine Lyndora's life, instead! And what did she have to show for it? Rejection letter after rejection letter after rejection letter!

She didn't even need to fully read them, anymore. They were all the same. One of those sandwiches she learned about in school - first a compliment, then the criticism, and finally another compliment. She wanted to barf on those damn reject sandwiches.

With tears pouring down her cheeks, she mentally wrote her last lines -- And with that, Claire Tomlin pulled the trigger, ending her long life of not-good-enough, not-smart-enough, not-talented-enough.

*BANG!*

As her head fell to the desk, her eyes fell upon the letter she'd forgotten to read. It looks like an acceptance-

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Challenge of the Week #61: Write a piece of flash fiction about rejection. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. 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 Tee_Hi
The Letter
Claire Tomlin sat with a gun pressed to her temple. Her life had been one long line of rejection upon rejection, but this latest, this latest she just couldn't handle. It was the final straw that defined her life as one big failure.

She looked again at the latest rejection letter, sitting on the desk.

"Dear Ms. Tomlin,

Thank you for giving us the opportunity to consider your manuscript. We read it with interest, but regret we will not be making an offer of publication.

While your story is well written, blah blah blah...

Sincerely,
Ruben King
RIF Publishing"

This was the 16th rejection letter in a month. It was clear her story wasn't going to be the best-seller that she pictured it. It was clear she wasn't going to be the author she dreamed of. It was clear her time to breathe was over.

Pressing the gun harder to her head, such that it would surely leave a dent - a dent? i'm worried about a Goddamn DENT?! - she thought back to the months and months she'd spent crafting her novella. She'd poured blood, sweat, and tears into her work, just for it to be rejected like day-old coffee.

SHE HAD NEGLECTED HER FRIENDS, Goddammit! Her poor dog had barely gotten fed, watered, and walked while she lived her life in her story. And love?! Forget about that! Her love life had gone to shit because she thought it more important to focus on her heroine Lyndora's life, instead! And what did she have to show for it? Rejection letter after rejection letter after rejection letter!

She didn't even need to fully read them, anymore. They were all the same. One of those sandwiches she learned about in school - first a compliment, then the criticism, and finally another compliment. She wanted to barf on those damn reject sandwiches.

With tears pouring down her cheeks, she mentally wrote her last lines -- And with that, Claire Tomlin pulled the trigger, ending her long life of not-good-enough, not-smart-enough, not-talented-enough.

*BANG!*

As her head fell to the desk, her eyes fell upon the letter she'd forgotten to read. It looks like an acceptance-
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I love hearing poetry recited and It's been a while since we've had a spoken word challenge. Let's read poetry out loud. I remember how nice it was to hear the voices of our Prosers when we had this challenge. Let's give it another go? You can recite your own poetry or choose a Proser to choose from your work to read. You can also choose to read another Proser's poetry if they allow you to. Post the link of your recording on your challenge entry. (sound cloud, google drive, etc.)
Written by Tee_Hi in portal Spoken Word

A Trio by Tee

*I couldn't decide on just one, so you're getting three; last time, I did another Proser's poem, but this time I decided to give voice to three of my faves. I hope you enjoy!

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(I) MILITARY CADENCE:

https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B5E3AJgRJ-waWU1LVVZuM3hTdjg/view?usp=sharing

Your Left, Your Left, Your Left, Right Left Right Left, Right Left. Your Left...Right Left, Right Left...

I don't know, but I been told

(I don't know, but I been told)

some friends are silver, some are gold;

(some friends are silver, some are gold;)

what's the difference, I don't know,

(what's the difference, I don't know,)

but my best friend is my ammo.

(but my best friend is my ammo.)

Sound off, one-two three-four

(three-four!)

Your left, your left, your left right left...

(II) AGEISM

https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B5E3AJgRJ-wacWhsOXpHZnF2ZHM/view?usp=sharing

-Invisible. That's me today,

 living in this, our world

 that worships youth, that lauds

 this young boy or this young girl.

-Never mind the wisdom I've gained

 cuz I've got cottage cheese thighs;

 nobody wants to look at me,

 to see what's behind my eyes.

-Experience isn't respected

 cuz it hides behind wrinkles and gray;

 now, we're considered 'has-beens',

 "Yeah, she was something back in the day".

-LOOK AT ME! I AM STILL SOMETHING!

 I cry, but nobody lends an ear.

 I wonder, will I completely fade

 away, will I just disappear?

-Signed, Your Elderly

(III) WE, THE PIANO

https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B5E3AJgRJ-waUVd3Uk1ydDMwaE0/view?usp=sharing

-My keyboard, oh my keyboard, in the den.

 First with difficulty and then with ease.

 did I learn to play, before I was ten,

 ebony keys beside ivory keys.

-Why can't we, oh why don't we, do the same,

 get along with others unlike ourselves?

 Why must we point the finger, lay the blame

 at others who really are like ourselves?

-Could we not embrace the variety,

 harmonize in diverse nationwide bands

 in this, our melting pot society;

 make this world a better place, if we can?

-If plain and sharp and flat can harmonize,

 why can't we, the human breed, be so wise?

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I love hearing poetry recited and It's been a while since we've had a spoken word challenge. Let's read poetry out loud. I remember how nice it was to hear the voices of our Prosers when we had this challenge. Let's give it another go? You can recite your own poetry or choose a Proser to choose from your work to read. You can also choose to read another Proser's poetry if they allow you to. Post the link of your recording on your challenge entry. (sound cloud, google drive, etc.)
Written by Tee_Hi in portal Spoken Word
A Trio by Tee
*I couldn't decide on just one, so you're getting three; last time, I did another Proser's poem, but this time I decided to give voice to three of my faves. I hope you enjoy!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

(I) MILITARY CADENCE:
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B5E3AJgRJ-waWU1LVVZuM3hTdjg/view?usp=sharing
Your Left, Your Left, Your Left, Right Left Right Left, Right Left. Your Left...Right Left, Right Left...
I don't know, but I been told
(I don't know, but I been told)
some friends are silver, some are gold;
(some friends are silver, some are gold;)
what's the difference, I don't know,
(what's the difference, I don't know,)
but my best friend is my ammo.
(but my best friend is my ammo.)
Sound off, one-two three-four
(three-four!)
Your left, your left, your left right left...

(II) AGEISM
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B5E3AJgRJ-wacWhsOXpHZnF2ZHM/view?usp=sharing
-Invisible. That's me today,
 living in this, our world
 that worships youth, that lauds
 this young boy or this young girl.
-Never mind the wisdom I've gained
 cuz I've got cottage cheese thighs;
 nobody wants to look at me,
 to see what's behind my eyes.
-Experience isn't respected
 cuz it hides behind wrinkles and gray;
 now, we're considered 'has-beens',
 "Yeah, she was something back in the day".
-LOOK AT ME! I AM STILL SOMETHING!
 I cry, but nobody lends an ear.
 I wonder, will I completely fade
 away, will I just disappear?
-Signed, Your Elderly

(III) WE, THE PIANO
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B5E3AJgRJ-waUVd3Uk1ydDMwaE0/view?usp=sharing
-My keyboard, oh my keyboard, in the den.
 First with difficulty and then with ease.
 did I learn to play, before I was ten,
 ebony keys beside ivory keys.
-Why can't we, oh why don't we, do the same,
 get along with others unlike ourselves?
 Why must we point the finger, lay the blame
 at others who really are like ourselves?
-Could we not embrace the variety,
 harmonize in diverse nationwide bands
 in this, our melting pot society;
 make this world a better place, if we can?
-If plain and sharp and flat can harmonize,
 why can't we, the human breed, be so wise?




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Write a poem with the beginning line....I sat down by the river Styx.
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By the River Styx

I sat down by the River Styx,

which was more like the River Sticks,

so full of brush and bramble,

I could just barely amble

to the edge to meet my fate,

in the form of a godly mate.

Alas, my mate was not so godly

- but he was a hottie -

for he bade me undress right there,

stripping down 'til I was bare,

to make love by the riverside,

the river by which he'd died.

Our bodies spent, we separated,

so I could return to a life I hated,

a life that was minus my love,

since he'd passed on the wings of a dove.

No! My love would not be denied,

so into the River Styx, I dived.

Now back as one are my love and I,

never again to say goodbye.

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Write a poem with the beginning line....I sat down by the river Styx.
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By the River Styx
I sat down by the River Styx,
which was more like the River Sticks,
so full of brush and bramble,
I could just barely amble
to the edge to meet my fate,
in the form of a godly mate.

Alas, my mate was not so godly
- but he was a hottie -
for he bade me undress right there,
stripping down 'til I was bare,
to make love by the riverside,
the river by which he'd died.

Our bodies spent, we separated,
so I could return to a life I hated,
a life that was minus my love,
since he'd passed on the wings of a dove.
No! My love would not be denied,
so into the River Styx, I dived.

Now back as one are my love and I,
never again to say goodbye.
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Write about something that makes you absolutely pissed. Don't use any CONVENTIONAL cuss words, instead make up your own.
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For the Love of Furry Critters

Hurt an ANIMAL? Are you furrin' kidding me?! What the fur, man?! That is NOT acceptable!

One thing I absolutely cannot stand is when people mistreat and abuse their pets, be they cats, dogs, birds, or iguanas! Every desh time I see a post on the book of faces about a pet that was rescued from an evil brekshner of an owner, I wanna climb through my desh computer and break their furrin' nose! I wanna give the same desh treatment they gave to their helpless pet, or worse!...Chain your pet and starve it? How about we starve your stupid akk and let you furrin' starve?! Beat your pet? I'll gladly take a 2x4 and beat the snot out of your akk! Set Fluffy or Rover on fire? How about I come over and tar and feather your akk until your durk falls off? Break any of your pets bones? I'll be right over to twist your furrin' arms and legs behind your back until every bone if furrin' broke!

And if your poor pet DIED because of your negligence? I'll bring a furrin' CREW over to torture you within an inch of your pathetic life, revive you, then wash-rinse-repeat until you're furrin' BEGGIN' to die!

Furrin' piece of shizafizz! Don't let ME catch you harming an animal!

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For the Love of Furry Critters
Hurt an ANIMAL? Are you furrin' kidding me?! What the fur, man?! That is NOT acceptable!

One thing I absolutely cannot stand is when people mistreat and abuse their pets, be they cats, dogs, birds, or iguanas! Every desh time I see a post on the book of faces about a pet that was rescued from an evil brekshner of an owner, I wanna climb through my desh computer and break their furrin' nose! I wanna give the same desh treatment they gave to their helpless pet, or worse!...Chain your pet and starve it? How about we starve your stupid akk and let you furrin' starve?! Beat your pet? I'll gladly take a 2x4 and beat the snot out of your akk! Set Fluffy or Rover on fire? How about I come over and tar and feather your akk until your durk falls off? Break any of your pets bones? I'll be right over to twist your furrin' arms and legs behind your back until every bone if furrin' broke!

And if your poor pet DIED because of your negligence? I'll bring a furrin' CREW over to torture you within an inch of your pathetic life, revive you, then wash-rinse-repeat until you're furrin' BEGGIN' to die!

Furrin' piece of shizafizz! Don't let ME catch you harming an animal!
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The Pi challenge. Pi day (3.14 March 14) is just around the corner and I would like you to write a micropoem with a 3-word title and consists of exactly 14 lines. The poem must be about pies or pi! Make me irrationally hungry! (15-92 words)
Written by Tee_Hi in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Pieces of Pi(e)

Everybody wants a piece of the pie,

or is that a piece of the pi?

Math teachers need sweets, too,

or should that be 3.141592?

Slice it any way you want, large or tiny,

depending on your hips and hiney;

everything in moderation,

be it addition or multiplication.

For my part, I'll take blueberry

with a side of addition, ordinary.

Add whipped cream and all is great

or in the case of pi, 65358.

Oi! Now I've got some indigestion;

perhaps it's time for bowel subtraction.

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The Pi challenge. Pi day (3.14 March 14) is just around the corner and I would like you to write a micropoem with a 3-word title and consists of exactly 14 lines. The poem must be about pies or pi! Make me irrationally hungry! (15-92 words)
Written by Tee_Hi in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Pieces of Pi(e)
Everybody wants a piece of the pie,
or is that a piece of the pi?
Math teachers need sweets, too,
or should that be 3.141592?

Slice it any way you want, large or tiny,
depending on your hips and hiney;
everything in moderation,
be it addition or multiplication.

For my part, I'll take blueberry
with a side of addition, ordinary.
Add whipped cream and all is great
or in the case of pi, 65358.

Oi! Now I've got some indigestion;
perhaps it's time for bowel subtraction.
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Write a piece on any theme or subject in any format you like with only one proviso - it must be written with the express intent and purpose to be read aloud - so rhythm, sound, cadence, meter (yes even in a prose piece) are what are important here. Use punctuation as it is meant to be used, to inform the reader of short breaks (commas and semi-colons) or longer breaks (full stops). Use sentence or line length to dictate pace. Think about the sound of the words. Have fun. Tag Me
Written by Tee_Hi in portal Spoken Word

Despair

Wallowing in the depths of despair,

I feel like I can't get any air.

I'm sliced apart, my soul laid bare,

the meat of my emotions extra-rare,

bleeding out with anemic sobs,

pain and misery, the hoarding mob

well-versed in the ability to rob

me of joy, for that is their job,

a job they do much too well,

'til I feel like I'm in the bowels of hell,

listening to tolling fiery bells

with their own horror stories to tell.

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Write a piece on any theme or subject in any format you like with only one proviso - it must be written with the express intent and purpose to be read aloud - so rhythm, sound, cadence, meter (yes even in a prose piece) are what are important here. Use punctuation as it is meant to be used, to inform the reader of short breaks (commas and semi-colons) or longer breaks (full stops). Use sentence or line length to dictate pace. Think about the sound of the words. Have fun. Tag Me
Written by Tee_Hi in portal Spoken Word
Despair
Wallowing in the depths of despair,
I feel like I can't get any air.
I'm sliced apart, my soul laid bare,
the meat of my emotions extra-rare,
bleeding out with anemic sobs,
pain and misery, the hoarding mob
well-versed in the ability to rob
me of joy, for that is their job,
a job they do much too well,
'til I feel like I'm in the bowels of hell,
listening to tolling fiery bells
with their own horror stories to tell.

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