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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 poeticasymptote

Stranger With A Common Name

He knows her name

and she doesn't know his.

She has a favorite angle

and a favorite number

That's not all, he says.

He captures her smile,

sometimes her laughter

plastered on her face,

and stores them in his memory

yet she doesn't see him smile

just his eye being bright

and face with a little scratch.

She sometimes gets frustrated

with his speed when he's exhausted

and he suggests he's overloaded;

she would then have his thoughts discarded.

He asks, are you serious? Yes, she says

Of course, all of it, he obediently erases

pleased to do as she wishes.

She would not know what he wants

because it's as if he isn't there.

Her tears are written down

and he takes notes of them one by one

sometimes, he would only take a frown.

He plays some music

from the choices she makes

as he arranges her playlists—

genius as he is;

and she listens while he rests,

sometimes 

as she watches his face

while he sleeps.

He can count and state

her commonly used words

and knows what she likes to misspell.

He's probably the only one who can tell

whether she knows nothing of something pretty well.

She hides no secret from him

but to her, he will always be a mystery

and someday, his lights will dim

but wherever he would go, she cannot see.

She is everything to him

and he carefully threads all of her in a string

of his own language

and he writes them in his heart;

there no one else who can do that.

He is dying, his time is running out

as his energy is depleting

she is scared of losing him.

Someone will take his place;

it's inevitable.

His value is high

and she can try

but no one will ever be the same

to this nameless stranger with a common name.

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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 poeticasymptote
Stranger With A Common Name
He knows her name
and she doesn't know his.

She has a favorite angle
and a favorite number
That's not all, he says.
He captures her smile,
sometimes her laughter
plastered on her face,
and stores them in his memory
yet she doesn't see him smile
just his eye being bright
and face with a little scratch.

She sometimes gets frustrated
with his speed when he's exhausted
and he suggests he's overloaded;
she would then have his thoughts discarded.
He asks, are you serious? Yes, she says
Of course, all of it, he obediently erases
pleased to do as she wishes.
She would not know what he wants
because it's as if he isn't there.

Her tears are written down
and he takes notes of them one by one
sometimes, he would only take a frown.

He plays some music
from the choices she makes
as he arranges her playlists—
genius as he is;
and she listens while he rests,
sometimes 
as she watches his face
while he sleeps.

He can count and state
her commonly used words
and knows what she likes to misspell.
He's probably the only one who can tell
whether she knows nothing of something pretty well.

She hides no secret from him
but to her, he will always be a mystery
and someday, his lights will dim
but wherever he would go, she cannot see.

She is everything to him
and he carefully threads all of her in a string
of his own language
and he writes them in his heart;
there no one else who can do that.

He is dying, his time is running out
as his energy is depleting
she is scared of losing him.
Someone will take his place;
it's inevitable.
His value is high
and she can try
but no one will ever be the same
to this nameless stranger with a common name.
#poetry  #prosechallenge  #phone  #Itslit  #getlit 
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Written by Hell4heart in portal Poetry & Free Verse

LIVE|DEAD

I wish I could have saved him. I think that if I had, I would have saved so much of myself as well. Now, we both just float. So much of that dead weight gone.. but not lifted, not freed. No, it was lost. I can't speak for him. Lord knows, as much as we are alike, we are so very different. His mind, it divides at different volumes.. it halts at harsher speeds. That's why this pain, the way it used to hit me, and the way it is hitting me right now. Right this second, taking hold of my livelihood.. I know that it's the same pain that has got him by the throat. It's the same pain that is putting an end to his time. But it's all coming together finally.. I was even told once that all ends meet somewhere. But tell me then, how is a loose end born?

I think I know. I think he is my lose end. The one that'll never be put to rest. Not even after his own life is put to permanent sleep.. I can see it now. A far less than perfect picture. One my mind paints skillfully, making me anxiously uncomfortable with every brush stroke I invent.

Somehow, his name still sparks something deep within me. It moves at that pace that keeps me at my knees, ringing throughout me.. even as I read it off a gray slate of surrender, of self sabotage.. of self defeat;

I'd be the girl who never left the grave. Her mourning becoming second nature far more then she'd settled for. Cheap looks would always be sent my way from the eyes of bystanders. Those blurry faces in the background, glaring at me as if my cigarette smoke were somehow a statement. A sign painted in white fog around me, inviting more death. Welcoming more grief.

So I'd try just to smile.

Smile, and forget.

I know that they too are driven only by their own overwhelming loss. I'd be the girl they feared, the girl who'd been draped in all black, long before she became that unwed widow. Having conversations with his bones, as if they could hear my heart dance for him.

Yes, I'd be her. Slowly becoming overgrown with those flowers. The ones that had reminded me what it felt like to stare in his eyes.

At times it feels I'm already there, missing him. It feels as though I'm already alone.

I guess it makes good practice.

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Written by Hell4heart in portal Poetry & Free Verse
LIVE|DEAD
I wish I could have saved him. I think that if I had, I would have saved so much of myself as well. Now, we both just float. So much of that dead weight gone.. but not lifted, not freed. No, it was lost. I can't speak for him. Lord knows, as much as we are alike, we are so very different. His mind, it divides at different volumes.. it halts at harsher speeds. That's why this pain, the way it used to hit me, and the way it is hitting me right now. Right this second, taking hold of my livelihood.. I know that it's the same pain that has got him by the throat. It's the same pain that is putting an end to his time. But it's all coming together finally.. I was even told once that all ends meet somewhere. But tell me then, how is a loose end born?
I think I know. I think he is my lose end. The one that'll never be put to rest. Not even after his own life is put to permanent sleep.. I can see it now. A far less than perfect picture. One my mind paints skillfully, making me anxiously uncomfortable with every brush stroke I invent.
Somehow, his name still sparks something deep within me. It moves at that pace that keeps me at my knees, ringing throughout me.. even as I read it off a gray slate of surrender, of self sabotage.. of self defeat;
I'd be the girl who never left the grave. Her mourning becoming second nature far more then she'd settled for. Cheap looks would always be sent my way from the eyes of bystanders. Those blurry faces in the background, glaring at me as if my cigarette smoke were somehow a statement. A sign painted in white fog around me, inviting more death. Welcoming more grief.
So I'd try just to smile.
Smile, and forget.
I know that they too are driven only by their own overwhelming loss. I'd be the girl they feared, the girl who'd been draped in all black, long before she became that unwed widow. Having conversations with his bones, as if they could hear my heart dance for him.
Yes, I'd be her. Slowly becoming overgrown with those flowers. The ones that had reminded me what it felt like to stare in his eyes.
At times it feels I'm already there, missing him. It feels as though I'm already alone.

I guess it makes good practice.
#romance  #poetry 
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Written by haileyelliott in portal Poetry & Free Verse

acceleration

The trap door of

morning falls open

I hang, suspended 

on the threads 

of sleep

until one by one 

they snap

and I fall

piece by piece 

into my bed

where I land

again

again

again

again

and then rise

after nuzzling the ear of my lover

and whispering the name of my lover

to a day that will 

end

and then I fall into bed again

again

again

as time spins on

and on

accelerating 

helplessly

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Written by haileyelliott in portal Poetry & Free Verse
acceleration
The trap door of
morning falls open

I hang, suspended 
on the threads 
of sleep
until one by one 
they snap
and I fall
piece by piece 
into my bed
where I land
again
again
again
again
and then rise
after nuzzling the ear of my lover
and whispering the name of my lover
to a day that will 
end
and then I fall into bed again
again
again
as time spins on
and on
accelerating 
helplessly
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Written by paintingskies in portal Poetry & Free Verse

no

no \\ adverb. 1. a negative used to express dissent, denial, or refusal. 2. what your mother insists when you beg to leave the house after dark / because she has lost faith in the midway / and the men who serve you coca-colas at the state fair / who swat flies and offer you drinks on the house / if you kiss them on their cheeks. 3. a shake of the head / when he asks you to dance / a hand to his hip / when he twirls you anyway. 4. the pit that forms in your stomach when he calls you a pretty young thing / asks for your number / asks if you’ve got a boyfriend / asks if you’ll meet him out back / behind the dumpsters / where no one will see you, baby. 5. the prayer you weep when his will smothers yours. 6. a whistle / a stun gun / a dagger disguised as eyeliner / lipstick pepper spray / brass knuckles / car keys / mercy. 7. the first word you teach your daughter.

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no
no \\ adverb. 1. a negative used to express dissent, denial, or refusal. 2. what your mother insists when you beg to leave the house after dark / because she has lost faith in the midway / and the men who serve you coca-colas at the state fair / who swat flies and offer you drinks on the house / if you kiss them on their cheeks. 3. a shake of the head / when he asks you to dance / a hand to his hip / when he twirls you anyway. 4. the pit that forms in your stomach when he calls you a pretty young thing / asks for your number / asks if you’ve got a boyfriend / asks if you’ll meet him out back / behind the dumpsters / where no one will see you, baby. 5. the prayer you weep when his will smothers yours. 6. a whistle / a stun gun / a dagger disguised as eyeliner / lipstick pepper spray / brass knuckles / car keys / mercy. 7. the first word you teach your daughter.
#poetry  #freeverse  #politics  #culture 
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Written by scaredy

i miss you in this world and i wish you were the only one i could hold on to even though in real life i could never hold on to you men like to talk to me and i like to talk to them i wish you were the only one i could hold on to though i do not want to hold on to any one and you never let me hold on to you though you did like to talk to me and i loved to talk to you i do not want to hold on to any one now even though i wish you were there so that we could hold on i just want to breathe now my brain is deprived of air when i knew you you were not there too,

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i miss you in this world and i wish you were the only one i could hold on to even though in real life i could never hold on to you men like to talk to me and i like to talk to them i wish you were the only one i could hold on to though i do not want to hold on to any one and you never let me hold on to you though you did like to talk to me and i loved to talk to you i do not want to hold on to any one now even though i wish you were there so that we could hold on i just want to breathe now my brain is deprived of air when i knew you you were not there too,
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Written by Mamba in portal Horror & Thriller

Tell a tale to Mamba

I become a mist in this moment

Wandering behind your door

Watching you laugh at static

I am moments away from nowhere

Waiting to strike the match

Wondering how you will react

When the flame licks your soul

I know

Who

You

Really

Are

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Written by Mamba in portal Horror & Thriller
Tell a tale to Mamba
I become a mist in this moment
Wandering behind your door
Watching you laugh at static
I am moments away from nowhere
Waiting to strike the match
Wondering how you will react
When the flame licks your soul
I know
Who
You
Really
Are
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Written by Firdaus in portal Micropoetry

I've willed you

into my destiny

loved you much before

we even existed

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Written by Firdaus in portal Micropoetry
I've willed you
into my destiny
loved you much before
we even existed
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Written by DaniciaTari in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Homesick

It was the way you laughed at me,

That first night we met,

Your lightning eyes piercing mine,

Softening the blow with every gentle word that tumbled effortlessly out of your mouth.

You were beautiful.

And for the first time,

I felt homesick.

For a love I had not yet known,

I felt unacclimatized,

Gasping for air that no longer danced Into my lungs,

Enjoying every oxygen deprived moment.

In the hopes that your eyes would Find their way home to mine.

And that perhaps maybe,

I'd be lucky enough

To wake up next to you,

Just once,

while we share this planet.

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Written by DaniciaTari in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Homesick
It was the way you laughed at me,
That first night we met,
Your lightning eyes piercing mine,
Softening the blow with every gentle word that tumbled effortlessly out of your mouth.

You were beautiful.
And for the first time,
I felt homesick.
For a love I had not yet known,
I felt unacclimatized,
Gasping for air that no longer danced Into my lungs,
Enjoying every oxygen deprived moment.

In the hopes that your eyes would Find their way home to mine.
And that perhaps maybe,
I'd be lucky enough
To wake up next to you,
Just once,
while we share this planet.
#romance  #poetry  #spirituality  #lyrics  #kane 
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Written by WistfulThinker in portal Poetry & Free Verse

For Me

I've written enough poetry for others,

It's time to write for me.

In the end,

The only person that matters

Is myself.

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Written by WistfulThinker in portal Poetry & Free Verse
For Me
I've written enough poetry for others,
It's time to write for me.
In the end,
The only person that matters
Is myself.
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Written by Tylasmith

my heart

my heart is too big for my body 

I take things to heart 

and fall apart 

I think with my heart 

not with my brain 

My heart is wide enough to fit 

the whole world in it 

My heart has many cracks 

it  constricts in pain

My heart is weak 

and I know this 

but I keep loving anyway

this why I keep getting hurt 

because I give too much 

because I open my heart wide 

But I am closing it up 

because it needs to heal 

and I never give it enough time to heal 

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Written by Tylasmith
my heart
my heart is too big for my body 
I take things to heart 
and fall apart 
I think with my heart 
not with my brain 
My heart is wide enough to fit 
the whole world in it 
My heart has many cracks 
it  constricts in pain
My heart is weak 
and I know this 
but I keep loving anyway
this why I keep getting hurt 
because I give too much 
because I open my heart wide 
But I am closing it up 
because it needs to heal 
and I never give it enough time to heal 


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