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Writing Challenge: write a sixty second poem (or prose)
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neverwas
Bluelighter
Ok well after feeling really uninspired for the last...god knows how long this is something of a reflection of my day today.
we woke up together
yet another gorgeous day.
i made you scrambled eggs with warm croissants.
a cup of black tea,
2 sugars
we talk to pass the time away.
you tell me you love me.
but what about tomorrow?
as long as you love me today,
thats all that counts isnt it?
on the fence sits a lil sparrow.
your blonde brown hair
it sits just below your shoulders.
a smile to die for
and arms to long for.
reminds of the first time you saw me cry.
why i love you like i do.
why you love me like you do.
how we think we know everything there is...
but still...
we really dont know.
we woke up together
yet another gorgeous day.
i made you scrambled eggs with warm croissants.
a cup of black tea,
2 sugars
we talk to pass the time away.
you tell me you love me.
but what about tomorrow?
as long as you love me today,
thats all that counts isnt it?
on the fence sits a lil sparrow.
your blonde brown hair
it sits just below your shoulders.
a smile to die for
and arms to long for.
reminds of the first time you saw me cry.
why i love you like i do.
why you love me like you do.
how we think we know everything there is...
but still...
we really dont know.
onetwothreefour
Bluelight Crew
Originally posted by blahblahblah
Drip marks dried in suspended motion on the white piket fence had my thoughts frozen in a bubble as I was zapped back to the time of the begining of the paint drip. With out a look behind I dove into the bushes to a Sergent of arms
Drip marks dried in suspended motion on the white piket fence had my thoughts frozen in a bubble as I was zapped back to the time of the begining of the paint drip. With out a look behind I dove into the bushes to a Sergent of arms
really nice work
Originally posted by TiberCross
laugh at the savage ravaging of class-act mastering
laugh at the savage ravaging of class-act mastering
i like this line a lot.
Negative
Bluelighter
If there was ever
a time
a place
I'd never know it
your the epitome of what I feel
whenever
wherever
it always fits
If there was logic, there may be
rhyme
reason
something textbook
but emotion, so prepulsive
manic
disjointed
infatuation drives me
a time
a place
I'd never know it
your the epitome of what I feel
whenever
wherever
it always fits
If there was logic, there may be
rhyme
reason
something textbook
but emotion, so prepulsive
manic
disjointed
infatuation drives me
mariacallas
Bluelight Crew
Leg said:^ nice
i think there are some strange gender problems in that poemor at least i am misunderstanding something for sure
maybe its because i do not really distinguish by gender, especially people i really love...
bisKi
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Mar 19, 2002
- Messages
- 992
1 year of happiness and bliss
I'd never thought I'd find
Each day does not pass
without loving each other in kind
True we have our fights
But that's nothing that can't be overcome
So here's to one year of happiness
So here's to us
And may we have experience
this joy and bliss we've had
in the future years to come.
I'd never thought I'd find
Each day does not pass
without loving each other in kind
True we have our fights
But that's nothing that can't be overcome
So here's to one year of happiness
So here's to us
And may we have experience
this joy and bliss we've had
in the future years to come.
nicnicnic
Bluelighter
60 seconds? all right ....
the black rain on the inside invisible
static something or static now
the bulb-plus corresponding
in the pulse of the lightning, look
... ok that's all I got. There wasn't enough time for me to come up with a narrative.
the black rain on the inside invisible
static something or static now
the bulb-plus corresponding
in the pulse of the lightning, look
... ok that's all I got. There wasn't enough time for me to come up with a narrative.
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nicnicnic
Bluelighter
here's another:
oragami intricate the delicate finish of
a fine fly outside the revolving eyeball
the slick machine, the skittering
the zoom-out low-fi area
oragami intricate the delicate finish of
a fine fly outside the revolving eyeball
the slick machine, the skittering
the zoom-out low-fi area
on the road
Bluelighter
its too late now
we've gone too far
there's no turning back
unless we fall
i hate poems of love
but this one is stuck in my head
i love the size of my king's bed
no matter where you lay
diagonal or straight
i can sleep at ease
without you waking up hard
accusing ~me~ of being a tease
and even though tonight you broke my heart
its better you sleep well
so i can take your face
and lay on a juicy fart
(hahaha! I would never do that)
we've gone too far
there's no turning back
unless we fall
i hate poems of love
but this one is stuck in my head
i love the size of my king's bed
no matter where you lay
diagonal or straight
i can sleep at ease
without you waking up hard
accusing ~me~ of being a tease
and even though tonight you broke my heart
its better you sleep well
so i can take your face
and lay on a juicy fart
(hahaha! I would never do that)
Zandesh
Bluelighter
I live in a confined space
Break free, Break Free
As I go into a further daze
Be free, Be free
Is this yourself?
No I'm just restricted
I hate this self
I want to be unlimited
As I look down
I'm freer, freer
Now it's just a little dot
I'm free, I'm free
Break free, Break Free
As I go into a further daze
Be free, Be free
Is this yourself?
No I'm just restricted
I hate this self
I want to be unlimited
As I look down
I'm freer, freer
Now it's just a little dot
I'm free, I'm free
mealltach
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Oct 8, 2000
- Messages
- 1,100
you're there, i'm
here
i'm carrying the tragedy of
you and i
nestled in the warmth of my torso, wrapped
in the papoose you made
just for me -- a gift
of epic scope
and marginal proportions
we're never going to be this
ever again, it is said that
time and distance change people, and they
do. i've drawn a curtain to hide
your image from
the light that will change it
yellow it
age it. you are your very own
unfinished symphony -- i can no longer
call upon you, feed on you
thirsty:
write me alternate endings
satiate my perpetual need for novelty
i am full of
hope, carrying this parcel in the warmth of me
your stiches are strong, your fabric
resistant
***
(i haven't been able to write in so long - this gave me the opportunity to write something without thinking about it at all. great idea, helpful to those of us who are suffering from a year's worth of writer's block
oh, and i cheated. it took 1 minute and 16 seconds)
here
i'm carrying the tragedy of
you and i
nestled in the warmth of my torso, wrapped
in the papoose you made
just for me -- a gift
of epic scope
and marginal proportions
we're never going to be this
ever again, it is said that
time and distance change people, and they
do. i've drawn a curtain to hide
your image from
the light that will change it
yellow it
age it. you are your very own
unfinished symphony -- i can no longer
call upon you, feed on you
thirsty:
write me alternate endings
satiate my perpetual need for novelty
i am full of
hope, carrying this parcel in the warmth of me
your stiches are strong, your fabric
resistant
***
(i haven't been able to write in so long - this gave me the opportunity to write something without thinking about it at all. great idea, helpful to those of us who are suffering from a year's worth of writer's block
oh, and i cheated. it took 1 minute and 16 seconds
)
Average Whiteboy
Bluelighter
Just cruising through Bluelight after I got off work
It's a low paying part time job, but at least my boss is no jerk
My right lower back hurts, messed up at my old job two years ago
And I can't get it fixed because I have no insurance or HMO
I decided to post in this thread not really knowing what to say
So I figured I'd just talk a little bit about my day
Eventually down the line I'll find some way to really get paid
Til then I work for a little over minimum wage
I have to do the dishes before my girlfriend comes home at around 6:30
I wish we used disposable utensils and plates so we could toss 'em when they get dirty
Yeah, I admit it, I'm a procrastinator
Which makes my girlfriend not put out, turning me into a chronic masturbator
Can't think of anything else, that's all I've got
If you're feeling nice, I'm jones'in and broke, so please send me some pot
It's a low paying part time job, but at least my boss is no jerk
My right lower back hurts, messed up at my old job two years ago
And I can't get it fixed because I have no insurance or HMO
I decided to post in this thread not really knowing what to say
So I figured I'd just talk a little bit about my day
Eventually down the line I'll find some way to really get paid
Til then I work for a little over minimum wage
I have to do the dishes before my girlfriend comes home at around 6:30
I wish we used disposable utensils and plates so we could toss 'em when they get dirty
Yeah, I admit it, I'm a procrastinator
Which makes my girlfriend not put out, turning me into a chronic masturbator
Can't think of anything else, that's all I've got
If you're feeling nice, I'm jones'in and broke, so please send me some pot
hearshot-kiddisaster
Bluelighter
listen I’ll just go until there’s nothing left. Fallen out of limbo even, and into degeneration watching as everything dissipates… remember once it was just the touch of a stranger upon you in the heat of the moment… beautiful until later; when less perfect things start falling from grace, dieing nameless on the floor in your space like a breath of air that comes half-exhaled then freezes on contact and will not live again (or will it?). come off the fence, break me open, slip away from the tired of the perfume of pretending already… because games are childs play and one of us grew up somewhere in the middle, on the fringes of all this. I swear i am not your toy but plead self-defense and we’ll let it slide again.
highly stream of concious... and i kinda ended before the minute was up, but oh well.
highly stream of concious... and i kinda ended before the minute was up, but oh well.
RareForm
Bluelight Crew
liha said:
I'm not so sure about cloathing.
Raz
Bluelighter
Stop fucking with my head
it's pornographic enough in there already
flailing bodies and wet arms and all I want
is for you to bark a cliche.
I love you isn't too much to expect,
but it's less than what I get
from you every time.
EVERY TIME.
So hug me a little longer while you fuck with my brain,
while I think of the others out there who've been in here
who don't know how much it hurts to want you so much
Nearer.
***************
Meh, I don't know if I love it so much...good idea though, it makes ideas flow that didn't really know they were there before.
Oh, and I like anna's piece the best so far..heaps cool!!! :D
it's pornographic enough in there already
flailing bodies and wet arms and all I want
is for you to bark a cliche.
I love you isn't too much to expect,
but it's less than what I get
from you every time.
EVERY TIME.
So hug me a little longer while you fuck with my brain,
while I think of the others out there who've been in here
who don't know how much it hurts to want you so much
Nearer.
***************
Meh, I don't know if I love it so much...good idea though, it makes ideas flow that didn't really know they were there before.
Oh, and I like anna's piece the best so far..heaps cool!!! :D
onetwothreefour
Bluelight Crew
never tried to do a prose piece so quickly. especially with no ideas in my head. anyway, here's my piece of shit
the plane makes him nervous at the best of times, but it's not going to happen this time, he tells himself.
his palms are sweaty.
he's survived the flight okay. it's not that that bothers him (not that it makes him comfortable). it's the landing. the impending end of their flight. the ultimatum. the last five seconds where he lands, jolting over the wheels as they skid along the tarmac, or screaming as he realises something's gone wrong at the time that nothing possibly could.
he's going to die.
the plane is crashing.
he thought he was landing.
he is.
he has to see her now. that's even worse.
the plane makes him nervous at the best of times, but it's not going to happen this time, he tells himself.
his palms are sweaty.
he's survived the flight okay. it's not that that bothers him (not that it makes him comfortable). it's the landing. the impending end of their flight. the ultimatum. the last five seconds where he lands, jolting over the wheels as they skid along the tarmac, or screaming as he realises something's gone wrong at the time that nothing possibly could.
he's going to die.
the plane is crashing.
he thought he was landing.
he is.
he has to see her now. that's even worse.
ButrosButros_Grantos
Bluelighter
Longing
Swap one habit for another,
I mind it not,
I care not,
Because I need a hobby.
I recall the use, or mis-use,
I forget
Which one
Fuck it, drinking is better.
So, red wine is all the rage.
I miss cigarettes,
I miss weed,
I miss staying up all weekend.
I write better when depressed,
But now I’m happy,
I hate it,
I miss the melancholy.
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I'm back and here to stay because I miss words because they're all I have.
Swap one habit for another,
I mind it not,
I care not,
Because I need a hobby.
I recall the use, or mis-use,
I forget
Which one
Fuck it, drinking is better.
So, red wine is all the rage.
I miss cigarettes,
I miss weed,
I miss staying up all weekend.
I write better when depressed,
But now I’m happy,
I hate it,
I miss the melancholy.
------------------------------------------------
I'm back and here to stay because I miss words because they're all I have.
onetwothreefour
Bluelight Crew
i like it grant.
but hey, don't say anything about mine. nah, i'm not hurt. really. it's okay. i swear.
:D
is that called fishing for criticism or what? i just want some negative comments. recognition. gimme something but boredom!
but hey, don't say anything about mine. nah, i'm not hurt. really. it's okay. i swear.
:D
is that called fishing for criticism or what? i just want some negative comments. recognition. gimme something but boredom!