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Excellence in Excess
I'm lost once more within the maze Accosted by my consequence Years pass by my yet vacant gaze I'm trapped within this rich pretence
The Masquerade Ball
Whilst in a vivid dream, I was at a masquerade ball. I pretended to be me, but I wasn't me at all. My laughter and smiles, my curtsies brought delight,
Writetober, Day 2 - Companion of Destruction
Alright, here is day two! Once again, the prompt is not explicitly mentioned in the piece - you have to guess! If you get it before I reveal it at the end, please let me know - that way I can make future pieces either harder or easier! :D
By and By
By and by I sit up at night by the moonlight's glow, listening to a nearby river's ebb and flow. Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever be alright, but then again,
Our feet touch earth Collecting dust, debris Weights to push Or pull, Dragging us to center Where infernos blaze
The warmth of his body, she is the size of a child in his arms as she melts into him. A long, deep breath he makes in slumber, tickling the base of her neck,
- Second Place in Get Comfortable Challenge
Loss and Gain
I enter your fifth grade classroom. It’s writing festival and you’ve written an “I am” poem. “I am from never give up even if you can’t take it.”
from the mouths of ghosts
i want you to jump into my bones. two fingers prodding at my lips rugged drag the beating heart back up my neck & pull it out my mouth
A Moment of Magic
Her little hand is close in mine, I squeeze it as we near the time: Our full attention, A ball of gold, Sinking in the mirror sea.
- First Place in Get Comfortable Challenge
Walking the Dog in Winter
The tree holds sky between its branches— a cloud and a blue so intense it reminds me of summer, as if it’s possible for a dying,
The world smells so good when you're hungry, like the malevolent phantoms in the cartoons I can feel the aromas pulling me towards these places. The intoxicating scent of Mexican spices, the comfortable aromas of the good old American burger, and the nostalgic smell of simple unhealthy foods from the fast food joints. But then those same feelings can turn into a miserable assault on the senses when I have no money to buy even a single item off the value menu. And it suddenly turns the feelings of comfort and nostalgia into jealousy and hate. I'm jealous of the people inside the restaurant. I hate how they throw away plates with food left over. My stomach hurts.
Iris Meets the Dragon
Iris Meets the Dragon The Dragon, big and powerful Gave the girl a fright She stood in total silence, Forgotten was her plight