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Hibernate

Hermit me must leave

This fancy library awhile

Thanks and see you soon

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Written by poeticasymptote in portal Haiku
Hibernate
Hermit me must leave
This fancy library awhile
Thanks and see you soon
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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. 

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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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Abusive Relationship
Written by Tylasmith

This is acting right ............

your words are like swords 

your form fist with your stares 

you press down on my skin 

you leave tattoed imprints 

of pain 

you tear my heart into 

you charged battery against my brain 

you wrap me in your lies 

you tie a rope to my neck and lead me astray 

your an  attention whore

you get inside the brain 

and implant maggots 

that gnaw at my soul 

you presence is like a ghost and lingers on my skin 

you collect my tears and bathe in them 

you charge me guilty in the courtroom 

you manipulate reality 

you drop blood from my heart 

your sorrys are toothfaced 

you push me down into the ground 

you kiss my wrist and pull me into you 

and pat my head 

and tell if I behaved better I wouldn´t be treated this way

you suck on my breast 

suckle down my salty tears and woes 

you crawl in a fetal postion 

when I get up and stand straight and curse your fucking ass out 

you tell me I make the hard times harder 

you toil long hard hours in your room 

laying in the bed 

I pour all my passion in you 

I harvested my hopes in you 

begging you to give me life 

make me feel alive 

all you did was make me feel dead 

I kissed your lips 

and I breathed in carbon dioxide 

I work so damn hard to save this fragile 

story from falling apart 

I wasted my winter break pouring bucket of tears into the phone to get you to understand I love you , But you hurt me 

I built the walls from love sweat and blood 

and tears 

trying so fucking DAMN HARD TO SAVE YOU 

FROM DROWNING ALONE 

so shit I took the rope that you lead me on and tied a break to it 

and sunk deep in the river of pain 

praying you come home and fall into my arms 

and we pull back the seams of the curtain 

and let the love flow in you 

I tried tdamn it 

why the hell wasn´t I good enough 

why did you have to hit me 

and not her 

why did you have to choke me in front everyone  

shit I am sorry that your scared to lose me 

but you already lost me 

your lying next to a ghost 

I fall in asleep in my coffin 

I fall asleep to another lie this was love 

and that you loved me 

I was the butt of the joke in this romance 

a mere jester something to laugh at 

are laughs conjoined and high pitched 

sway and fall in line with each other 

are hands wrapped into each other's part 

I was the actress 

you were the actor 

but what I didn´t know I was the supporting actress ......................

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Abusive Relationship
Written by Tylasmith
This is acting right ............
your words are like swords 
your form fist with your stares 
you press down on my skin 
you leave tattoed imprints 
of pain 
you tear my heart into 
you charged battery against my brain 
you wrap me in your lies 
you tie a rope to my neck and lead me astray 
your an  attention whore
you get inside the brain 
and implant maggots 
that gnaw at my soul 
you presence is like a ghost and lingers on my skin 
you collect my tears and bathe in them 
you charge me guilty in the courtroom 
you manipulate reality 
you drop blood from my heart 
your sorrys are toothfaced 
you push me down into the ground 
you kiss my wrist and pull me into you 
and pat my head 
and tell if I behaved better I wouldn´t be treated this way
you suck on my breast 
suckle down my salty tears and woes 
you crawl in a fetal postion 
when I get up and stand straight and curse your fucking ass out 
you tell me I make the hard times harder 
you toil long hard hours in your room 
laying in the bed 
I pour all my passion in you 
I harvested my hopes in you 
begging you to give me life 
make me feel alive 
all you did was make me feel dead 
I kissed your lips 
and I breathed in carbon dioxide 
I work so damn hard to save this fragile 
story from falling apart 
I wasted my winter break pouring bucket of tears into the phone to get you to understand I love you , But you hurt me 
I built the walls from love sweat and blood 
and tears 
trying so fucking DAMN HARD TO SAVE YOU 
FROM DROWNING ALONE 
so shit I took the rope that you lead me on and tied a break to it 
and sunk deep in the river of pain 

praying you come home and fall into my arms 
and we pull back the seams of the curtain 
and let the love flow in you 
I tried tdamn it 
why the hell wasn´t I good enough 
why did you have to hit me 
and not her 
why did you have to choke me in front everyone  
shit I am sorry that your scared to lose me 
but you already lost me 
your lying next to a ghost 
I fall in asleep in my coffin 
I fall asleep to another lie this was love 
and that you loved me 
I was the butt of the joke in this romance 
a mere jester something to laugh at 
are laughs conjoined and high pitched 
sway and fall in line with each other 
are hands wrapped into each other's part 
I was the actress 
you were the actor 
but what I didn´t know I was the supporting actress ......................
#nonfiction  #romance  #horror  #culture  #stainedskin 
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CotW #66: Write about the biggest lesson life has taught you.
Written by JRose

Nothing is Forever

Charles Chaplin once said “Nothing is permanent in this wicked world, not even our troubles.” This quote is one that I can both agree with and understand.

As a child, I lived in a word that was shattered by a person that was suppose to protect me. Living in an abusive environment ruled by alcoholism and violence; I often found myself feeling alone. As you grow up you shelter yourself of any pain, any love, any care. You think "It's always going to be like this." But... time passes by. Circumstances change and you learn from your experiences.

Life is about growing and changes and learning about who you are, what you want to be, and where you will be when you're gone. What have you taken from this world? and What have you given back to it?...

You have good memories, you have bad memories. All of these are experiences and moments that pass and won't last forever. Life also has an end. But for me it is what you do with your life that counts. While nothing is forever I think that change is good because you're always growing and learning. How can that be a bad thing?

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CotW #66: Write about the biggest lesson life has taught you.
Written by JRose
Nothing is Forever
Charles Chaplin once said “Nothing is permanent in this wicked world, not even our troubles.” This quote is one that I can both agree with and understand.

As a child, I lived in a word that was shattered by a person that was suppose to protect me. Living in an abusive environment ruled by alcoholism and violence; I often found myself feeling alone. As you grow up you shelter yourself of any pain, any love, any care. You think "It's always going to be like this." But... time passes by. Circumstances change and you learn from your experiences.

Life is about growing and changes and learning about who you are, what you want to be, and where you will be when you're gone. What have you taken from this world? and What have you given back to it?...

You have good memories, you have bad memories. All of these are experiences and moments that pass and won't last forever. Life also has an end. But for me it is what you do with your life that counts. While nothing is forever I think that change is good because you're always growing and learning. How can that be a bad thing?

#nonfiction  #philosophy  #spirituality  #opinion 
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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 ;)
Written by bthaxton

transitioning

hoping

wandering

dreaming

reaching for the stars

learning

progressing

undertaking

experiencing 

YOLO because life

forgiving

crying

singing

searching

on the verge

praying

understanding

talking

looking

happiness is inside

seeking

reading

watching

sleeping

deciding what to do

dancing

writing

remembering

daring

choosing myself 

being me

living free

acceptance is key

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Written by bthaxton
transitioning
hoping
wandering
dreaming
reaching for the stars
learning
progressing
undertaking
experiencing 
YOLO because life
forgiving
crying
singing
searching
on the verge
praying
understanding
talking
looking
happiness is inside
seeking
reading
watching
sleeping
deciding what to do
dancing
writing
remembering
daring
choosing myself 
being me
living free
acceptance is key
#nonfiction  #poetry  #spirituality  #whoami 
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Pain

Just because you're in pain, doesn't mean you have to put others through it too.

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Pain
Just because you're in pain, doesn't mean you have to put others through it too.
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ProseStock

I remember awhile back we had a Prose Party. It was a real blast to read and write for. With that in mind I would like to present the idea of ProseStock. Like its Sixties contemporary this thing is all about the music.

In any writing style write a piece describing what it would have been like to experience your favorite band perform at Woodstock. Then tag at least three people you would like to see take part. Also please tag me so I can read along. Hashtag it #prosestock17

To get started I will tag the first batch.

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ProseStock
I remember awhile back we had a Prose Party. It was a real blast to read and write for. With that in mind I would like to present the idea of ProseStock. Like its Sixties contemporary this thing is all about the music.

In any writing style write a piece describing what it would have been like to experience your favorite band perform at Woodstock. Then tag at least three people you would like to see take part. Also please tag me so I can read along. Hashtag it #prosestock17

To get started I will tag the first batch.
#nonfiction  #news  #culture 
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Written by JustJason40 in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Worst Critic

The imaginary world of the pens power 

This gift for words so often abused by societies misuse 

Storm clouds gathering and no silver lining can be found 

Showers of blood, we have never been so clean

Ravens perched in silent witness forever more

Flickering lights in the attic, fuse blown in the memories 

Betrayed by those now blowing nothing but hot air

Which we use to float above all this fucking unwanted hate

Ancient soul living in the body of youth

If only someone else could feel the pain

Carried on the back of so many forgotten lifetime's 

Exposing the darkness others choose to ignore

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Written by JustJason40 in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Worst Critic
The imaginary world of the pens power 
This gift for words so often abused by societies misuse 
Storm clouds gathering and no silver lining can be found 
Showers of blood, we have never been so clean
Ravens perched in silent witness forever more
Flickering lights in the attic, fuse blown in the memories 
Betrayed by those now blowing nothing but hot air
Which we use to float above all this fucking unwanted hate
Ancient soul living in the body of youth
If only someone else could feel the pain
Carried on the back of so many forgotten lifetime's 
Exposing the darkness others choose to ignore

#nonfiction  #poetry  #philosophy  #spirituality  #culture 
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Memories are like jewels—treasure them

Making memories doesn’t require a trip to Disney or Six Flags. Sometimes it’s just an unscheduled serendipitous stop at a fast food spot on a Friday night. That’s how Sterling, Nana and I ended up at Taco Bell.

I had the Triple-Double Crunchwrap box that comes with a soda and two tacos. Nana had a burrito. Sterling—who’ll turn 9 in September—had three cheesy roll-ups and one of my tacos: his first ever.

Sterling is a special fella: He was born with a heart defect and had to undergo surgery as a baby. Chances are he’ll need one or more surgeries in the future—but you’d never know it by his actions: He a rough-and-ready, rumble-bumble little critter who loves dinosaurs, fish, turtles, and bike-riding.

Sterling and I have spent quite a bit of time together watching some of his favorite TV shows, including “Sponge Bob” and “River Monsters” with Jeremy Wade. Good times. Great times. I mention that to emphasis that you don’t need lots-a money to make memories. My Grandpa Lamb and I used to play checkers as he sat in his rocking chair. As a treat he liked white bread—untoasted—slathered with real butter (at room temperature) and sprinkled thick with sugar. He’d sip hot tea he poured into a saucer to cool. Memories.

My Grandpa Cassanese, who came from Italy, had a big garden with corn and beans and such. His grandkids used to help him pick rocks, pull weeds and harvest his fresh veggies. Memories.

I turned 70 in January, so making memories is more important than ever. I’m hoping my grandkids remember me—remember I loved them, thought of them, prayed for them. It might not be much of a legacy, but it’s what I got. In the meantime, I’m going to follow Sponge Bob’s sage advice: “ Let go of what kills you, and hold on to what keeps you breathing."

Sounds good to me …

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Memories are like jewels—treasure them
Making memories doesn’t require a trip to Disney or Six Flags. Sometimes it’s just an unscheduled serendipitous stop at a fast food spot on a Friday night. That’s how Sterling, Nana and I ended up at Taco Bell.

I had the Triple-Double Crunchwrap box that comes with a soda and two tacos. Nana had a burrito. Sterling—who’ll turn 9 in September—had three cheesy roll-ups and one of my tacos: his first ever.

Sterling is a special fella: He was born with a heart defect and had to undergo surgery as a baby. Chances are he’ll need one or more surgeries in the future—but you’d never know it by his actions: He a rough-and-ready, rumble-bumble little critter who loves dinosaurs, fish, turtles, and bike-riding.

Sterling and I have spent quite a bit of time together watching some of his favorite TV shows, including “Sponge Bob” and “River Monsters” with Jeremy Wade. Good times. Great times. I mention that to emphasis that you don’t need lots-a money to make memories. My Grandpa Lamb and I used to play checkers as he sat in his rocking chair. As a treat he liked white bread—untoasted—slathered with real butter (at room temperature) and sprinkled thick with sugar. He’d sip hot tea he poured into a saucer to cool. Memories.

My Grandpa Cassanese, who came from Italy, had a big garden with corn and beans and such. His grandkids used to help him pick rocks, pull weeds and harvest his fresh veggies. Memories.

I turned 70 in January, so making memories is more important than ever. I’m hoping my grandkids remember me—remember I loved them, thought of them, prayed for them. It might not be much of a legacy, but it’s what I got. In the meantime, I’m going to follow Sponge Bob’s sage advice: “ Let go of what kills you, and hold on to what keeps you breathing."

Sounds good to me …
#nonfiction  #spirituality  #culture 
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Written by apromptaday

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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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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