Esmoore Shurpit
Bio
I like writing bad stories.
Achievements (1)
Stories (37/0)
defeating the, "who cares?"
1. All or Nothing My first Vocal goal would be to challenge myself by submitting a story to every challenge- no matter how much I have come to loathe poem challenges. I find when it comes to poems I clam up. I try to figure out some abstractly written message full of flowery prose, perhaps something that does makes not a bit of sense, but it ends up being more up-front than I originally thought. I figured it would be good to push myself to write more in order to accomplish my ultimate goal of winning a challenge on Vocal.
By Esmoore Shurpit3 months ago in Motivation
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I’m big. I’m round and in pain. He’s almost a week late when I finally “pop”. I’m a sleep-deprived mule running on gluttony fueled by nursing. My breasts are too big and constantly fluctuate to the tune of newborn cries. I’m a slave to cluster feeding and countdown to the witching hour.
By Esmoore Shurpit4 months ago in Families
Late Night Sweet Potato Pie
My grandfather My grandfather was a well-respected man and a hard-working father of five children. This in turn caused him to be a no-nonsense, gruff, and imposing authoritative figure. I was intimidated by him; thus, I tried to always keep my distance, trying to avoid being the possible center of attention of his wrath and judgment. He always seemed angry, and his words- which were always negative in nature, quite frankly, stung.
By Esmoore Shurpit6 months ago in Feast
i'm a bad friend (but you're a bad friend too)
So don't ask me where I've been Been avoiding everything 'Cause I'm a bad, I'm a bad, I'm a bad friend I've always had difficulty when it came to making friends. Being shy and quiet while also suffering from social anxiety made it hard to make connections. I learned that being alone was easier, but loneliness itself ate at my bones. There were numerous nights in my bedroom during high school where I found myself on my knees at the side of my bed, hands together in prayer as I prayed to God to send me a friend.
By Esmoore Shurpit8 months ago in Confessions
Relics of a Mother's Grief
The small pebble in girl’s hands glowed brightly in the sunlight. It was sleek and white but sparkled iridescent, casting colors with every angle in the light. The girl sat at the rocky shore on a small cliff. In the distance there was a the sound of water plopping. A pair of eyes belonging to a marine animal were staring at her. The girl gave a shy wave, small smile wavering, she had seen the seal there before hanging around, somewhat observing her before sauntering off in the water. The seal raised it’s head a bit more out of the water and let out a sad cry before turning around and swimming away.
By Esmoore Shurpit8 months ago in Fiction
soundtrack of the better days
Part 1: This is for the Loners (Teenage Angst Playlist) Warning: Brief mention of suicide. This playlist is an update to my current standing in life. While Part 1 was darker with moody songs that evoked loneliness and sadness, Part 2 is brighter, slightly more saccharine and feel-good. The playlist, which is separated in acts, goes over important milestones in my life such as when I met my husband and when I gave birth to our son. Soundtrack of the better days is exactly what it sounds like, the official soundtrack of the better days of my life- which is also a reminder to those who have gone or currently going through similar feelings of what I went through during my teen years and early twenties, that life does get better.
By Esmoore Shurpit11 months ago in Beat
plein air
brushstrokes capture the horizon’s phthalo hues in alla prima
By Esmoore Shurpitabout a year ago in Poets