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Writing Challenge: write a sixty second poem (or prose)

I have 60 seconds
to write how i feel
58 seconds
to put something down
my brain is racking
turning hurting
49 seconds to write
anything down.

I have to think
of something important to say
40 seconds left on the day
38 seconds left
I cant think

Maybe someone can help
me
31 seconds
what to do
29 seconds

thats not enough time
never was
60 seconds just isnt fair
but neither is 80 years
20 seconds left

and I cant think of anything to
say
time is relative
i better hurry
cause this poem has the
life span of a fly
16 seconds
but maybe that fly
14 seconds to go
has a different perception

9 seconds to go
and the 3 days it lives feels like the 80 years
we live
5 seconds to go
4
3
2
1
 
looking out past the point of no return I try to run faster;
all the better to meet the wall with time to spare for niceties.

I never was very enthusiastic but it's amazing what a few months dead can do.

Still looking in through the window, now at least I see the love inside;
bring me in from the cold, take me through the steps of integration and;

don't let me down.

(i think that was about a minute)
 
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perfection slips
through fingers greased with sweat and grime
desperation placed
in my hand
means meaninglessness
will ensue
 
I looked up as I felt you walked by
Swear you were calling my name
You didn't know it yet
My eyes were pleased with what they found
But my soul was hungering for you
So I spoke

*to be continued =D*
 
Im about to masterbate,
and for this I congratulate,
natures good will,
for a fly on the window sill,
a song bird singing trill,
can all experince this pleasure,
that can never ever be measured.

that wasnt sixty seconds worth, but Im wasting time that I need to be doing other things.
 
My hands are not what they should be,
covered in dirt and sores and scars.
I used to keep them clean, and
the only calluses I wore,
were those from determined typing.

My hands are never where they should be,
busy lifting and placing, calculating square metre coverage.
They feel homeless being so busy,
and they miss their domicile,
a place called QWERTY.
 
her smile
it still kills me
wish i could've been more
wish i could've impressed more

was race really that much of an issue
even now i might chose happiness over melanin

and what would u say now
spit on me like everyone else

remember the day i cut ur steak into little pieces
stupid me watched you cut my heart in same manner two weeks later


(i cheated, about 3 minutes, but at least the opening was bout 60 seconds - and thats the toughest hurdle)
 
got my vote..........

Naughtiest_Maximus said:
Try drink it down, breathe it in,
it might as well be crude.
Oil the gears inside my head,try to get things moving,
numb unfeeling a disconnected fuck.
Wit a memory, cynicism now
what's the use in feeling.
Up beat down tempo, who can tell the difference
the shades of grey stretch out unfettered well into the distance.

Will you accept 1 minute for all but the last line? Those last 11 words seemed to take an eternity to come.
Click to expand...


last 11 might be the best part.........
 
let the anger out
others words mean nothing now
life will fall and rise again
take your hatred out on me
let me fall forever now
i wish i wish i wish i wish
 
I was casting shadows at the empty hollow broken doorway
When I heard a knock that sent me flying into
Post-marked Norway

I was looking at the screen
the lines were fuzzy and pbscene
Im writing this little fast piece to waste a minute
of forgetting
I'm detoxing
 
ok...i promised myself i'd start posting more in words and this seems like a good place to start :)


it's what i want to be, that eludes me
alludes to mess, organised, chaos, nothing but the same
pieces put together upside down make sense.

what i find when i look means less than what i trip over,
and feels less real than what falls in my lap.
somewhere, something explodes, my ears burn and
i weep.

until the next time that i force myself to run against the grain.
 
In sixty seconds,
My hands became blue.
The lights became brighter,
Fits of laughter ensued.
All nature beckoned.
Communication,
And then, mild confusion..
Are these lyrics sixty seconds long?
Or am I tripping?
 
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You know you never know,
and when you think you know you don't,
but when you don't you become just that much closer to it.

And in knowing, you become distant,
and in your distance you grow cold,
chills covering your body and strangling your heart.

Maybe it's best not to know...

Let the confusion begin.
 
butterfly burning yearning to be fee
Seeing the truth about honesty
And knowing when to be honest
and when to be truthful
and when to be sorry
wasn't more when youthful
or maybe the years pass
and time goes away
the sun rises
you shrink away
shadows lie in the hearts of men
again wee see the life gone threads frayed dreams with foul ends.
 
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