To whom it may concernBlazing in my Soul Nowhere else to go Stay in my quiet place Fire burning in my faceTo whom it may concern
Feel Love Love Life Live Well Still Life? Life Still? Enough of being fake Ring around the Rosie Too dizzy to want Or care And it goes On Without Care Appreciate it All the more Possibly Probably Maybe? Oh the questions Chills? Taste? Pictures of hopes and Dreams And insanity Believe Or not To see The question Or the answer? Snap The lens zooms How much does it see? How
A Brief AsideNicotine and Java Bean Oh baby baby Come on Downtown's the only town Halfway 'cross the way To lands abound With beauty queens and limousines Riding down that boulevard Feels like pheromones Like dulcet tones Of that sweet sweet beat Oh baby baby Come on Like rainbows on hairbows of those beauty queens Polishing lips with frosty tips of their glossy accessories Beauty queens and Java beans I think you might know what I mean Feels like the city Though it's sort of s- A pity That we are who we are Not really getting farA Brief Aside
Elecktrikal BonanaI've got this charge dancing over my lips, this battery powered static that's zipping on my tongue like a sweet little lover. I've got this vibe in my bones, and it's lending the grooviest tune, so that I feel myself folding into my skin, and suddenly I'm there.Elecktrikal Bonana
It's not quite psychedelic but it's oh-so effervescent. It feels like something just this side of reflective, that sparkle on the side of a glass bottle. I just know the genie is going to rise in a plume of smoke, and it's going to rain purple and yellow and we're all going to smile at our mothers as we're going up up and away.
There's no pit stop on this dir
Excuse MeForgive me the cliches. I never intended to view it this way. The way things are now, I'm dragging off this cigarette and watching my tree burn. Little fluttering hands of fire drift towards Earth. You're on your way over. I feel some sort of queer twittering in my chest cavity, something I try hard to suppress. I could count backwards to forever the meaningless nothings I've known. Random roll-abouts, playing hiding and seek between the sheets. I was never seeker, and I was always found. It's in the past now, but it feels all-too-current. My dingy old front porch never looked so good, wide arms to cradle around me as I wait. The tree is burnExcuse Me
Lull the LilyAutumn wind, like apparitions Haunting the messes that we've made Leaves tinged red with violence Dulled brown with deadness Rustle and scatter in the wake of earth's breathLull the Lily
So sleep the beauty and cull the song Bring rises to the ground with the pulling of the young
We tread so loudly we can't hear the weeping The grunt of the horizon as it seeps endlessly into the sky Winter Cold and coy and slow like progress Holds an icy grip on the throat of the fall
It's colder in our houses than in the world we've made And we know.
MutilateShe began her incision with a delicate determination, slowly outlining an oval on her thigh. “Light as a feather” she thought as her inner monologue grew to a scream. Outside she remained silent, her concentrated face overwhelming her pain. Fixed on her mutilation, her self-destruction, she pulled the slab away from her and threw it across the room. Bleeding, she hobbled over to her scale and placed herself on it. A similar scale sat beside it, holding only her feather. She shut her eyes and contemplated the numbers she wished to see.Mutilate
She opened her eyes. “Not yet,” she thought, “more.”
Stepping up from the sca
Gather 'Round
Stumped
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Show Me Where Forever [Dies]
The rules are basically this: 7 people each pick a day of the week. The first person writes a piece of exactly 100 words on their specified day. The second person is to take a word, phrase, or some other general cue from the preceding piece and create their own.
This goes on endlessly for a few weeks, and then if you like you can rearrange the days so people are in a different order and you don't fall into patterns. You should try it!
Also, I'm in a writer's forum that partners people up and they work on pieces via e-mail over the course of a month (roughly), then at the end of the month they post their pieces in the forum and receive further feedback from the entire group. If you'd be interested in joining I can ask the girl running it if that's possible.
What do you think?
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I don't have a huge writing community around me, especially since the block, but the forum sounds like something I can definitely do. I can try the email system when I get to college
but yes, if you want to try and hook me up with that forum, that would be fantastic
I would love the fellowship and feedback
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Blue m&ms and skateboards in the driveway on a cold October day
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Blue m&ms and skateboards in the driveway on a cold October day
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