mr.kingrichard wrote:soooo guess who's failing super hard at nanowrimo this year 8')
none of this exists. wrote:So I wrote a thing:It's nighttime, and the sky is pitch black. The air is cold but it's grounding, sharpening your focus but dulling your surroundings. The ground is covered in snow, and so are the trees and houses and cars. The night is lit up with street lights and headlights and porch lights, lights on strands and strings. You can hear strangers calling to each other on the streets in good cheer. The homeless man on the corner is approached by a stranger and given food. Another approaches and gives him a blanket. Soon he's been swarmed by people. His stomach and heart are full. A child helps an old woman across the street. A teen plucks the stray dog from the gutter and wraps it in a towel.
Your heart is warm and so full of fondness that it hurts.
This is Christmas.
Ranger of the North wrote:Everyone's so fired up and inspired atm, it's great :.D
my suggestion wrote:I cannot tell where I sit or walk or stand
With only a singular force to guide me,
I do not know whether it is sea or land
I can’t feel the texture of the ground through leather soles.
I reach out into the maw regardless.
Maws of teeth and thorn and sunken ships and broken dreams—
morioh wrote:okAY SO
My creative writing class started a poetry unit and basically, our first assignment was allowing a partner to lead you all around the school while you are blindfolded. We had to touch, listen and smell to try and figure out where we were and write a poem about how we felt later on. I finished my poem, and I'm kinda proud of it so I'm gonna share. I'm also turning this in for marks so if anyone thinks there's anything to improve upon, please do tell!!There is no moon amidst the darkness,
But I feel light cascade down upon me
As a wave of insecurity would do the same.
I feel the walls rise higher and higher until they tower,
But this deprivation is the only one to blame. Sensory,
Gone.
We traipse mindlessly.
There is dust lining the distance that spans ahead,
But as my fingertips dance along a shelf ridge,
Rustles, they tickle my ears and shape the picture before me. Railings
span vaster and vaster until they dip with the staircase,
They try to trip me, discreetly, dastardly. I climb—
Heedlessly.
I cannot tell where I sit or walk or stand
With only a singular force to guide me,
I do not know whether it is sea or land because I can’t feel the texture of the ground through leather soles.
I reach out into the maw regardless. Maws of teeth and thorn and sunken ships and broken dreams—
Pull
Pull
Pull
The force of my only guide begins relenting relentlessly.
Stretch
Stretch
Stretch
I am dauntless.
Yet the darkness is daunting.
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