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PerigeeWhen the mare went blindPerigee by riparii
my heart clouded like her eyes
she walked calm along her dark path
she learned step up, step down
I led her by the forelock
her trust like the moon between my hands
South on 91wide eye of the moonSouth on 91 by riparii
glowers over the half-hills
rock-eater across the river
turn south of the gaping maw
drink down the starless night
toss out god
let him beg for a ride
in the 10-degree air
and sub-zero heart
30-Day Prompt-Play Contest! [Announcement]Hear ye! Hear ye!30-Day Prompt-Play Contest! [Announcement] by Same-side
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A Flowerwould I, I wouldA Flower by silvernium
walk in Hiroshima, a flower
cannot say much
underneath cypress trees
we can believe
pyramid builders used stars
to map something there
sand in my hand, sand
back to where I gathered it
the cypress branches at
night canvas us like a pyramid
as it should be, with light
coming down in shafts
I'd have a flower for every
thing we ever did that needs one
that is an uncountable amount
of flowers and we
cannot count the stars
in a universe we do not understand
Unchangedi. keep breathing?Unchanged by Hildetann
life is just a constant battle between good and evil. it's a story, with a setting, with characters: billions of people, each with their own agendas. it's a tapestry with thousands of interwoven threads, colours, lives. there's laughter, tears, lovepeople who pass through and move on. there are sunrises, sunsets, beginnings, ends.
we try so hard to learn what comes before, what comes after. we yearn for some form of understanding, some way to know everything. struggling to discover life after death, life before birth, we never think of the little things. simple things. the tiny, beautiful things that give everything meaning.
we never stop and ask ourselves to just keep breathing.
there's a ship, and it's disappearing on the horizon. you're looking at itwe're all looking at itand we want to know where it will take us. we want to know what happens if we choose this ship, specifically; we wonder if it will go some
LevinaI dreamt of you last night.Levina by shebledgreenink
You danced in my front door, pulled my hand and pulled me out with you. I was making eggs in my underwear. The landscape was a field of foot-high grass in the middle of a purple bowl of mountaintops under a saran wrap lid of sky. Your sky. We were locked in a fast-paced ballroom number that had me stepping on my own toes, but you seemed to be enjoying yourself. The rim of the bowl broke, the pieces landed in our path, the saran wrap tore on the jagged skyline.
You pranced over piles of rubble, threw your hair back and threw us over the mountains. I was tangled in the grass, legs shapeshifting into green pillars. The outside of the bowl was a table of hard brown dirt with the occasional placemat farm. Your plateau throne. We were like gods sitting on a cloud to rule the floor before us, but I had a hard time believing the cloud was solid. The farms spat forth onions that we ate raw, the taste burned down our throats and out our feet, its white-hot power surge
Catch- 22"What is the meaning of life?"Catch- 22 by GraysonGirl26
A common question, heard daily, yet always alone. An answer never accompanies this lonely phrase.
Love, god, to ride the world of evil, 42, these all can be words responded with, yet none are fully the truth. Each are easily explained and dumped into the trash. For some, the explanation is easy. Atheist as I am, it would be odd for me to believe god is the answer. Love is merely a compensation for the excruciating pain of childbirth, not necessary if there were no life. It is a means of keeping reproduction happening, simply happy chemicals residing in your brain. Ridding evil from the world would be quite unnecessary for the only evil I can find on earth is alive: no malicious inanimate objects here. As for 42, as long as this coded message stays in number form, it is of no use.
Some may say life is an accident. Two substances mixed that weren't supposed to and BAM- we have walking,
BloodAt once I am released.Blood by Avery-Falanor
Going down, down, red, red,
out, out, white.
And I do not scream,
and I do not speak,
save the clutch I give the darkness.
Which says volumes to the many
that surround me.
And I am held,
in the afterglow of creation.
Bathed in light,
and then in water.
A voice above in quite speech:
"Get it clean before she dies."
And I am placed, ever gentle,
into waiting arms:
that soft, warm place where I have stayed.
And I reach to her,
wetly expelling the sounds of my distress.
And I see, though I am blind,
that her crying eyes are closed.
And I can hear, though I am deaf,
that her heart has come to cease.
I reach for nothing
and am dismissed
to the waiting arms of someday.
• written or spoken language in its ordinary form, without metrical structure : a short story in prose | [as adj. ] a prose passage.
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how to be spinelessi.how to be spineless by Vlavisfaults
i was running kites in
an empty airport terminal.
it was zen.
i was in a place where i
didn't have to be angry anymore.
i was protected by my own
sanctuary, digging itself
under my fingernails to keep
sanctuary is its own friendless
hell. it's where polaroids
disintegrate and hearts go mute.
in hell and in my sanctuary,
there's nobody for me
to call a liar [but me].
i forgot to tell myself
the truth about my petty cure
at the tip of this arrow:
life is a science,
not a eulogy; love sometimes equates
to third degree burns.
i have a map made of
fire. it's a timeline and
it tells me when your eyes turned from blue
to gone to honest, and how
my eyes haven't changed
[they're still dead harvest].
if i were to choose between my tongue
and my heart, would you still
love me in sign?
So much for oaths"I know I love thee till I die"So much for oaths by LatyreDKaos
Christopher and Lela cry
Both swear on their life, they vow
That only death will part them now
Unwisely taken, foolish spoke
Such careless vows will 'ere be broke
Christopher and Jamie walk
Along the sylvan paths and talk
"Come close, my love" entreats the boy
"No night this is to lack for joy"
This, the lad who lately swore
to love till death, now just a chore?
Lela and good Kevin stroll
The girl, this time who shall cajole
"The wind is chill, this night, so cold"
"It's time I see if you are bold"
This the girl who so firm avowed
All sin is fine if night enshrouds?
Both couples saunter, side by side
Until the moon no longer hides
Christopher and Lela stare
So much for those banned affairs
Christopher and Lela gape
And both just wish to run, escape
The blush of guilt stains faces red
"Well, I think we are both dead"
3x5I took a walk outside and looked around.3x5 by ohyescesc
The skies, like a cowboy cliche, I found.
I stopped to look at the beautiful sights.
You'd have to be there by my side next time.
You should see the sunrise over the green grass,
though it'll pass quite fast.
Maybe I'll tell you all about it sometime.
It'll bring you back to life.
I didn't have a camera by my side.
I wanted to view the world with my own eyes.
I can't explain it, I wish I could frame it.
A three by five just wouldn't tame it.
I hope you're with me next time I go outside
because you can't miss another pink sunrise.
And even within all of these red roses
you're the one that opposes.
No more three by fives.
ChocolateI once had some chocolate barsChocolate by Aumnren
And on a summer day,
Out on the grass behind my house,
I passed them around to my friends and we ate them,
Bit by bit, greedily,
Holding the smooth skins
And leaving smudges.
Each bar went around to all of us
And we all had our share
Some more than others.
We all left our teeth marks;
Little chips in the layers of chocolate
that told the next in line that we were done.
I gave away the bars freely;
There were always more
Different flavors in fact
And we were so eager to share,
And so eager to find our favorite,
That we tore through each bar with little thought,
Taking our fill before passing it on to the next.
Each was the best
Each was the sweetest
And each instilled within us a lust for more.
We always ate, because there was always more;
So much delicious chocolate, I wondered if I ever could've been satisfied
With just one chocolate bar.
When we were stuffed, we stopped.
Unable to eat another bite.
We left the remains unattended upon the grass,
poetry |ˈpōətrē; ˈpōitrē|
• literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature : he is chiefly famous for his love poetry.
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Step-SiblingsCast List:Step-Siblings by Same-side
DEGAULLE-young man, mid- to late-teens, CHARLISE's step-brother
CHARLISE-young woman, about the same age, DEGAULLE's step-sister
(Lights up on a near-empty diner. It is early in the morning, and it is still dark outside. Neon letters on the wall advertise milkshakes, fries, burgers and floats. CHARLISE is cleaning the last of the tables with a rag. A bucket sits nearby and is being used by DEGAULLE to mop the floor. The patent-leather booths, chairs and tables seem to shine from the diligently applied polish, but the decades-scuffed floor seems impenetrable to DEGAULLE's half-hearted efforts. The two teens are wearing aprons bearing the name of the establishment: "Andre-Marie's.")
How about I fix us up a milkshake when we're done, OK?
You never offer to make me a milkshake. What's going on, Char?
Nothing. Just figured you might want one. Would a float interest you, instead?
A float nah. Milkshake'll be fine. (to floor)
Character - NewlywedsHe gestures to the unadorned apartment door with a smile, “May I, Mrs. Sarah Orcken?” She performs a small, unpracticed curtsy in return, her white bridal dress crinkling softly at the hems.Character - Newlyweds by Cobrateen
“If you would, Mr. Jorden Orcken.” He walks to stand beside her, bends to sweep her into his arms and with some effort picks her up off the floor. “Although technically, I don't claim your name until we get the papers back.”
“Details.” He takes a few staggering steps back toward the door, “Could you get the door Mrs. Sarah Orcken?”
“They still don't make these things with pockets Mr. Jorden Orcken. My keys are in my purse, which is back in the car.” She reaches down to start rifling though the pockets of his tuxedo, “Where's your keys?”
“On the dashboard, next to my wallet.”
She stops searching with a sigh, then abruptly tickles him until he sets her down, “We are asking for that car to be stolen,
BlackIt began in the quietest hours of the night. Granny was snoring up a storm, her bed creaking with each breath and twitch of her bigness. That's always the first thing I remember, thinking back. She always snored in the same way Pappy revved up the engines of his prized Cadillac. Loud, proud, and never ending.Black by MadHat11D6
I s'pose I should start with what happened before hand. Nothing will make sense if I don't. It don't make no sense anyhow, but the story won't be right if I don't start before everything got bad.
So we were in the market, Granny and I. We go every Sunday while my parents and siblings are at praise and worship with most of the rest of the town. We get all the best stuff that way without havin to elbow our way through the hordes of people doin their last minute shoppin for Sunday dinner. Granny always said that the best book couldn't keep her from making Sunday dinner, and no man in the sky gonna keep her from her shoppin.
"Jerry, you got them apples for me?" Grann