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Little things

There are little things

I don't do anymore

Like wearing a seatbelt

or looking both ways

before I cross the street

there's those new habits too

Like cigarette smokes,

Sitting on the train-tracks

At 2am when I'm drunk

Not ready to jump

Into its path

But not ready to doge

If jumps into mine

And they're passive,

but they're here.

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Written by apromptaday in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Little things
There are little things
I don't do anymore
Like wearing a seatbelt
or looking both ways
before I cross the street
there's those new habits too
Like cigarette smokes,
Sitting on the train-tracks
At 2am when I'm drunk
Not ready to jump
Into its path
But not ready to doge
If jumps into mine
And they're passive,
but they're here.

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What I wished I had the guts to share

This semester was hard. In so many ways, this past semester has been the hardest experience of my life. But I'm still here - I'm still alive, and I'm proud of myself for that. 

I didn't get straight A's - hell, I didn't pass all my classes - and I didn't reach for the opportunities I could have. Sometimes I couldn't even get out of bed; couldn't do normal things like eating dinner or showering or doing laundry when I knew I needed to. A lot of the time, I felt a lack, and it felt like more than lasinessnes. It felt like nothing mattered, like our time on earth was obsolete. I still feel this lack, but I'm pushing through. I'm alive, I'm breathing. That has to count for something.

I hold onto hope - for my future, for making an impact on the world. life moves forward, and all I can do is try and move with it, less I get left behind. I don't want to keep getting left behind. 

My college experience is halfway over. I don't know what to do; I don't know how to become who I want to be. To be honest, I'm terrified. But I'll continue to learn and to grow and maybe one day I'll look back and like who I've become. That's the best I can aim for, anyways. 

I want to stop hiding behind appearances, to be open about my life with others and myself. I think that's why I'm posting this, more than anything else. So these are my thoughts, unapologetically. Do what you want with them, I guess. 

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What I wished I had the guts to share
This semester was hard. In so many ways, this past semester has been the hardest experience of my life. But I'm still here - I'm still alive, and I'm proud of myself for that. 

I didn't get straight A's - hell, I didn't pass all my classes - and I didn't reach for the opportunities I could have. Sometimes I couldn't even get out of bed; couldn't do normal things like eating dinner or showering or doing laundry when I knew I needed to. A lot of the time, I felt a lack, and it felt like more than lasinessnes. It felt like nothing mattered, like our time on earth was obsolete. I still feel this lack, but I'm pushing through. I'm alive, I'm breathing. That has to count for something.

I hold onto hope - for my future, for making an impact on the world. life moves forward, and all I can do is try and move with it, less I get left behind. I don't want to keep getting left behind. 

My college experience is halfway over. I don't know what to do; I don't know how to become who I want to be. To be honest, I'm terrified. But I'll continue to learn and to grow and maybe one day I'll look back and like who I've become. That's the best I can aim for, anyways. 

I want to stop hiding behind appearances, to be open about my life with others and myself. I think that's why I'm posting this, more than anything else. So these are my thoughts, unapologetically. Do what you want with them, I guess. 
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This is a time of darkness, a time of despair, a time of chaos. It is the end of days, where God turns a blind eye and the Hell is turned into a frozen wasteland. It is the time everyone fears. Your future depends on this moment. In 100 words or less, write about the most dreaded time of our lives... Finals Week! AAAAAAAHHH!
Written by apromptaday in portal Horror & Thriller

Finals Week 131

dark circles under eyes

espresso, caffeine highs

Frantically calculate the score

needed to get the A for

Ate shit, feeling it too

Guess C when nothing else'll do

room's a mess, mind's a mess -

Why'd I sign up for this class?

Fuck the A I just need to pass

pretty sure i'm getting sick,

parents asking when Im coming home

idon'tknow, my brain is fried I can't answer -

FUCK THE PYTHAGOREAN THEORM

yolo law school can just not accept me

time is a loop and

society is a construct

nothing means anything, bye.

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This is a time of darkness, a time of despair, a time of chaos. It is the end of days, where God turns a blind eye and the Hell is turned into a frozen wasteland. It is the time everyone fears. Your future depends on this moment. In 100 words or less, write about the most dreaded time of our lives... Finals Week! AAAAAAAHHH!
Written by apromptaday in portal Horror & Thriller
Finals Week 131
dark circles under eyes
espresso, caffeine highs
Frantically calculate the score
needed to get the A for
Ate shit, feeling it too
Guess C when nothing else'll do
room's a mess, mind's a mess -
Why'd I sign up for this class?
Fuck the A I just need to pass
pretty sure i'm getting sick,
parents asking when Im coming home
idon'tknow, my brain is fried I can't answer -
FUCK THE PYTHAGOREAN THEORM
yolo law school can just not accept me
time is a loop and
society is a construct
nothing means anything, bye.
#nonfiction  #horror 
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Write a set of three haikus that follow an individual falling in love. The three stages are: Falling in love, Being in love, and Falling out of Love. Be creative, bold, and unforgiving. Best of luck! Tag me in your post, I really want to read your ideas.
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Rise & Fall

life was happier

and when we were together

the world was brighter

We both had demons

But our love was strong enough

To withstand the winds

Until it wasn't.

We began to fall apart

Broken and alone

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Write a set of three haikus that follow an individual falling in love. The three stages are: Falling in love, Being in love, and Falling out of Love. Be creative, bold, and unforgiving. Best of luck! Tag me in your post, I really want to read your ideas.
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Rise & Fall
life was happier
and when we were together
the world was brighter

We both had demons
But our love was strong enough
To withstand the winds

Until it wasn't.
We began to fall apart
Broken and alone

#fiction  #romance  #lyrics 
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///// Nightdwellers 'Beginning Line' Challenge (April) ///// Write a piece of literature with the beginning line ‘Twilight, and the ocean breaks…’ Tag it #nightdwellers #beginningline. http://www.facebook.com/groups/NightdwellersWrites/
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Sirens

Twilight, and the ocean breaks

In dark shadows, her soul it takes

when waters churn a melody

fantastical tunes drag her to sea

Notes of beauty, life sublime

Sky of stars and sands of time

waters wondering, in a swirl

inviting promises come little girl

Deeper, deeper, down and down

One step more to finally drown

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///// Nightdwellers 'Beginning Line' Challenge (April) ///// Write a piece of literature with the beginning line ‘Twilight, and the ocean breaks…’ Tag it #nightdwellers #beginningline. http://www.facebook.com/groups/NightdwellersWrites/
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Sirens
Twilight, and the ocean breaks
In dark shadows, her soul it takes
when waters churn a melody
fantastical tunes drag her to sea
Notes of beauty, life sublime
Sky of stars and sands of time
waters wondering, in a swirl
inviting promises come little girl
Deeper, deeper, down and down
One step more to finally drown


#fantasy  #fiction  #horror  #poetry  #nightdwellers  #beginningline 
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CotW #66: Write about the biggest lesson life has taught you.
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Personal Growth & Success

I come from an overachieving family - a place where success was measured in dollar bills and self-worth depended on achievements added to a resume. Growing up, I desperately tried to live within these bounds. 

Everything was a competition, from grades to sports to college acceptances. My happiness was quantified by the material successes and failures of life. When I couldn't meet my standards, I let the loss tear me apart.

At the start of college, these ideals controlled me. I wanted to major in accounting and go on to law school, because I thought there would always be high demand for corportate lawyers. Looking back, I think I more-so liked the idea of telling people I wanted to study law, because then they would give me impressed looks and comment on my ambition.

The thing about college, is that often our fantasies for the future don't work out as planned. For one thing, I didn't expect to hate accounting. I didn't expect to love English. I didn't expect to find classes hard, to start working a job for resume building, (only to get fired within two months), or to lose touch with the friends I had initially grown close to. I didn't expect to get caught with a fake ID, to have to go to a conduct meeting and to have that mark my student record.

Two years in, with all this going on, I thought of myself as completely inadequate. After all, I had failed to pass the metrics through which I calculated my satisfaction with life. Without a perfect GPA, resume, conduct record, who was I? The truth is, I had no idea.

My saving grace was a writing workshop I took the next year. I was still facing an identity crisis - and God, it was terrifying - but writing became an outlet, a way to express emotion unapologetically, a place where I could soak my soul into the page without fear of repercussion or consequence.

And through my work I slowly began finding the pieces of myself. I learned that I liked helping people, that I liked creating, that yeah, maybe I was more than a test grade or salary figure.

Because For the first time in my life, I was doing something solely for the fact that I was passionate about it. And people seemed to like what I was saying - telling me my words were powerful and meaningful and could come to change the world.

It felt great; it felt important; it felt like what I had to say mattered. Through my writing experience, that's what I've come to learned life is about. It's about doing what you love, and loving what you do. It's about feeling significant, in all the ways that count.

I've found success is more than the numbers life tells us we are. Happiness comes through finding purpose: wether that's trying to impact the world, spending time with the ones we love, or experiencing the world in the small moments and big ones. Our purpose is our own to hold on to.

For me, I want to help other people - to let them know they are not alone, to help on the endless path to self discovery, to be here in any way I can. Maybe law school isn't for me, but I think I'd like to try my hand at teaching; maybe some college level English class showing students to live and think for themselves.

Maybe I won't make as much money. I've decided I'm okay with that, because I'll be happy and that matters more than anything else. 

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CotW #66: Write about the biggest lesson life has taught you.
Written by apromptaday
Personal Growth & Success
I come from an overachieving family - a place where success was measured in dollar bills and self-worth depended on achievements added to a resume. Growing up, I desperately tried to live within these bounds. 

Everything was a competition, from grades to sports to college acceptances. My happiness was quantified by the material successes and failures of life. When I couldn't meet my standards, I let the loss tear me apart.

At the start of college, these ideals controlled me. I wanted to major in accounting and go on to law school, because I thought there would always be high demand for corportate lawyers. Looking back, I think I more-so liked the idea of telling people I wanted to study law, because then they would give me impressed looks and comment on my ambition.

The thing about college, is that often our fantasies for the future don't work out as planned. For one thing, I didn't expect to hate accounting. I didn't expect to love English. I didn't expect to find classes hard, to start working a job for resume building, (only to get fired within two months), or to lose touch with the friends I had initially grown close to. I didn't expect to get caught with a fake ID, to have to go to a conduct meeting and to have that mark my student record.

Two years in, with all this going on, I thought of myself as completely inadequate. After all, I had failed to pass the metrics through which I calculated my satisfaction with life. Without a perfect GPA, resume, conduct record, who was I? The truth is, I had no idea.

My saving grace was a writing workshop I took the next year. I was still facing an identity crisis - and God, it was terrifying - but writing became an outlet, a way to express emotion unapologetically, a place where I could soak my soul into the page without fear of repercussion or consequence.

And through my work I slowly began finding the pieces of myself. I learned that I liked helping people, that I liked creating, that yeah, maybe I was more than a test grade or salary figure.

Because For the first time in my life, I was doing something solely for the fact that I was passionate about it. And people seemed to like what I was saying - telling me my words were powerful and meaningful and could come to change the world.

It felt great; it felt important; it felt like what I had to say mattered. Through my writing experience, that's what I've come to learned life is about. It's about doing what you love, and loving what you do. It's about feeling significant, in all the ways that count.

I've found success is more than the numbers life tells us we are. Happiness comes through finding purpose: wether that's trying to impact the world, spending time with the ones we love, or experiencing the world in the small moments and big ones. Our purpose is our own to hold on to.

For me, I want to help other people - to let them know they are not alone, to help on the endless path to self discovery, to be here in any way I can. Maybe law school isn't for me, but I think I'd like to try my hand at teaching; maybe some college level English class showing students to live and think for themselves.

Maybe I won't make as much money. I've decided I'm okay with that, because I'll be happy and that matters more than anything else. 
#nonfiction  #philosophy  #prosechallenge  #culture  #Itslit 
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I keep romanticising what we had - I need to stop. Because in the end, the bad far outweighed the good. The moments I come back to were far and few in between; I am in mourning for something that was never more than a dream. 

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I keep romanticising what we had - I need to stop. Because in the end, the bad far outweighed the good. The moments I come back to were far and few in between; I am in mourning for something that was never more than a dream. 
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Write automatically and describe who you really are, without referencing your physical appearance, job, traits, ethics, possessions, achievements, beliefs or environment. And good luck with that ;)
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Self Reflection

I am a mirror

as others come

to look and to see

But when I look

In my mirror

Reflecting my mirror

I can't quite tell

If I'm looking at me

Or blankness

To infinity

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This is too short for the min req, but I'm going to leave it as is, which I also think is self descriptive

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Write automatically and describe who you really are, without referencing your physical appearance, job, traits, ethics, possessions, achievements, beliefs or environment. And good luck with that ;)
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Self Reflection
I am a mirror
as others come
to look and to see
But when I look
In my mirror
Reflecting my mirror
I can't quite tell
If I'm looking at me
Or blankness
To infinity

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This is too short for the min req, but I'm going to leave it as is, which I also think is self descriptive
#nonfiction 
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Written by apromptaday in portal Micropoetry

Regrets

It's hard to be alive

To feel these feelings

and walk in a world

where regrets

outnumber

reasons to get out of bed

And it doesn't

mean I'm ready

to throw it all away

I just wish I could restart -

God, I wish it every day

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Written by apromptaday in portal Micropoetry
Regrets
It's hard to be alive
To feel these feelings
and walk in a world
where regrets
outnumber
reasons to get out of bed
And it doesn't
mean I'm ready
to throw it all away
I just wish I could restart -
God, I wish it every day

#nonfiction  #poetry 
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I just wish I could start over

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