We Are The Summit (audio)
Hey folks, trying something new here by creating an audio version of a write. Please join in, especially if you have an accent. Hehehe. Joking. But seriously, this could be fun. I hope the link works. If not, let me know.
For my Grandchildren
Welcome to this new life, darling! For my Grandchildren.
Hope this works!
Had some fun playing around with @Davek's audio challenge, this was the end result!
Love for my Prose (audio)
This is a little shout out clip to all of my friends and the staff here at Prose. I love you guys and you have no idea how much this little community has changed my life and improved my writing. Thank you all of you.
Without further ado...
I have this...(audio version)
I couldn't manage to get a recording without background effects, so I figured this would be the best bet. Marcus is my second voice. :)
P.S.: I am TERRIBLE at this!
R A Z O R -/- R E A D
All I dream is cutting...
Off My Chest
This is my therapy. This is my art!
I'm about to verbally rip you apart!
You're a thief craving power cause you never really had it,
You took innocence from me, from a child,
Thrusting your weight on my chest.
You undressed happiness,
I detest the stress that you pressed down on top of me.
A friend, even family, yet void of humanity,
I tell myself I have forgiven you
Wishing it true but I'm through sitting in darkness,
Well memories tear me in two.
When you look in the mirror do you see me?
Cause I see you!
For years I have smashed that reflection,
Cut up my feelings,
Dug words into my heart as I try to repress them,
Entrenched in my self like a worthless impression.
Expression is something I've only just found!
So I'll pound out these words
Erase what you have done to me.
You unwanted vermin molesting my memory!
How dare you even share breath with me!
Unworthy of any part of my self worth OR virginity.
The vicinity of that memory is no longer welcome within,
So I'm letting it out cause my patience wears thin,
You are garbage! waste!
The things that you did,
Are reflections of thoughts that I hope you can hide from.
If you saw the monster I saw, you could never survive him.
The torment would swallow you up deep inside
And you'd run from your fear exactly as I've done.
NO MORE! STOP! ENOUGH, You excuse of a man!
Haunt my dreams nevermore,
Whore your feelings in hell!
Cause the earth might just house you but heaven never will.
How I Was Taught to Make Pico de Gallo (audio)
God almighty, I am quite possibly the most tech-unsavvy person on the planet, but thank you to @Firdaus for patiently walking me through the step by step of how to share my audio clip (first step: ugh, duh, Phynne--it would help if you downloaded Google Drive first!).
Another thanks to her, too, for twisting my arm to do this challenge.
Apologies in advance for my Minnie Mouse with a smoking addiction voice.
So much I write, I feel I've seen before--heard before.
In my head or in my eye, Is it mine? Is it mine?
I couldn't bear a stealthy thief in my mind,
Slipping silvery songs into words stolen
from monuments gold or forms of old,
or passing friends in time
I worry. Am I a Proser or a poser,
Dancing words on keyboards
tapping, snapping, hitting that word
in the corner that means
I've said it.
In time. Space.
In my heart, my unworthiness beckons.
But I don't listen. (Much)
There is so much to say.
(Copy, paste and go to hear my quiet rendition.)
(A deep worry of mine. One that threatens to stop me from writing at times. Sorry if this is super quiet. I almost wrote, "Ode to the Technologically Impotent." I guess we'll see what we get! )
This poem is written by my son Avi (@RubyPond had given him a prompt)
He has recited the same. As technically deficient as I am, the scope of error in file opening is more. Please mention in the comment if you were able to open the link or not.