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Poetic-Youth Prompt-Chill
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Poetic-Youth's sixth prompt was Chill.
Here is the only entry we received from this one:
The next prompt will be: Happiness.
Here is the only entry we received from this one:
The End.There's something here,
This foreboding,
This cross of fate
That marks the end of destiny.
There's something here,
This hush of grieving
And a draft tumbles its way in,
But there's no entrance.
There's something here,
And no one knows what it is,
Because there's no light in this world;
No one can see.
There's something here,
Because the Earth flips beneath their feet,
And there are only cliffsides
At the end of all roads.
There's a chill in the air
And tremors in their veins
Because they've just realized
There's nothing here.
There's something here: Nothing,
but the end of the world.
The next prompt will be: Happiness.
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Poetic-Youth Prompt- Alone
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Poetic-Youth's bimonthly prompts are continuing, and prompt number five was Alone.
Check out the entries:
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The next prompt shall be: Chill.
Check out the entries:
:thumb185873267:Friendship, Deppression, AloneWalking along the line goes the one who is crippled.
Moving as swift as allowed by his soul
feeling eyes upon him of the strangers.
But he's alone.
The only paper in a backpack,
an empty heart.
Bleeding is said heart.
For it is crippled,
like a strapless backpack.
It fails, a broken soul.
All alone,
Surrounded by strangers.
Those strangers,
the type that destroy ones heart
leaving you alone
on the floor, crippled.
Shattered soul.
A lost backpack.
Shredded cloth of an old backpack,
ruined by uncaring strangers.
Smoldering ashes of a burned soul,
next to a torched heart
left violently crippled
and aching alone.
Alone,
a soiled and ruined backpack.
You are crippled
mocked by those strangers.
For a lonely heart
Is only matched by a vacant soul
Drenched is your soul,
drowning all alone
the only raft, a broken heart.
Floating upside down like an abandoned backpack,
Sunken down to the depths of the water by rocks filled in you by strangers.
Those unnamed faces that crippled.
Over used backpac
The WildernessI despise everyone, anyone
Anyone who is given your time,
Your undivided attention,
Your unconditional support...
I hate them so much I could hurt myself.
Bastards.
The bastards take it for granted.
The privilege.
The abilility to ask for help
And the gift of accepting it,
Without guilt lining their stomachs
Without the heavy debt around their necks
The chains pulled so hard that everything is a blur
And they are alone all but for the sound of their choking for company.
I would sell my soul,
Scratch out my eyes,
Tear out my heart,
Drain myself of all creativity and independent thinking...
I would surrender
And be forever ordinary,
Just to find may way out of the wilderness.
the girl in the mirrorI'm afraid of the girl in the mirror
She wants to reach out to me, but I can't bring myself to touch her hand
Fear plagues me when I wonder about tomorrow
Or when I wonder about my unconscious nights right before I fall asleep
Some people want to call it a journey
I can hope that this life is just a dream compared to what's to come
I've never truly believed in happy endings
There's only one ending I've ever believed in
I can't be happy under false pretenses
I won't believe in your heaven, I won't believe in your hell
I'm afraid of the girl in the mirror
The lights are out and I fear Bloody Mary
My heart is beating even after I run
I fear what face could
:thumb185376614::thumb185059516:The next prompt shall be: Chill.
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Poetic-Youth Prompt-Hallowen
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Poetic-Youth's bimonthly prompts are continuing, and prompt number three was Halloween.
Unfortunately, hardly anyone participated in this prompt. So, here is the only entry we got:
The next prompt will be: Alone.
Unfortunately, hardly anyone participated in this prompt. So, here is the only entry we got:
Halloween
Graveyard Creatures
Come out to play
The Frightful Night
The next prompt will be: Alone.
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Poetic-Youth Prompt-Nightmares
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Poetic-Youth's bimonthly prompts are continuing, and prompt number three was Nightmares.
Here are the entries:
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The next prompt is: Halloween!
Here are the entries:
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NightmareA step.
A pause.
A glance.
Fright.
A step
A flicker.
A gasp.
A look.
Darkness.
A wind.
A feeling.
A stop.
A shiver.
A glance
Around.
A step.
A dark corridor.
A jump.
A scream.
A stab.
A cry.
Awake.
Bullshit Clogged GunsHigh voltage mind shrouded by apathetic eyes.
But these clouds weren't meant to absorb this storm.
Before your bullet hole smile
Explodes into lies
I'll tell you everything
that will make you scream so I can
Just stare at you screaming until your eyes bulge out.
The wind is picking up speed
And the clouds have come out
To mask the deathly screams
As the thunder shakes the house.
Before your bullet hole smile
Explodes into more lies
Remember that I
Told you everything
that would make you scream so I can
Watch you scream until your eyes bulge out.
Don't forget that bullshit clogs your gun.
Wanted: One SoulHave you seen my soul?
I seem to have left it behind
Down a street to the right
Silently slipping through
An unlocked door
Moon sliced like a knife
Palely shining through the kitchen window
Down on the floor
Up the stairs
Around a Corner
In the bedroom of a sleeping stranger
But this stranger no longer breaths
Caressing the floor as one would a lost child
Gliding next to the bed I stood
Heavy, Monotonous breathing that
Needs to be silenced
My soul must come alive, I MUST find it now
With a firm grip to the throat
A silent cry, heaving gasps
A spark of life that slowly burns to embers
In the center of the eyes
Glowing, glowing,… Gone
I HAVE DONE IT!
Perfectly, perpetually gone
No brightly colored dawn
Arising to a peaceful day
In this moment is where, I suspect, it was lost again
With calm satisfaction
I paraded out the back
To where I started
Then it hit me
My soul!
Can you find it?
Nightmare.The living nightmare caught fast in the spider's web,
The vast network of dream-making that stems from her mind
Creating and destroying, alluring, mystical, all that is strange,
Frightening blurred images race under closed, rolling eyes.
Eerie, fantastical and bold, imaginary creatures stalk her,
Made-up people, beg and plead for love, blood and glory,
A tinkling piano plays itself in the corner, bewitched with evil
While silver ghosts flit and flicker in the fat bulge of moonlight.
The lover runs, falls, is taken, crying for her, but she cannot stop,
Taken by the trees that ensnare her in silken vines, suffocating
Take a breath, blink, be transported to a realm of mystical misery,
Bound by terror, ripe with seeds of rancid hate, the Dreamworld
The Everworld, here, now, Gods of the Dead whisper and maul,
Beasts of hell, created to scare, besotted with lust for blood,
Desire in their eyes, desire like his, so longing for your skin,
Rasping tongue scraping your neck, feel the pulse, feel
phantasm.Consciousness fails
As sight recedes in darkness.
A soft hissing
As snakes of steam envelop
This constructed figure –
Binding themselves around limbs and joints,
The air shatters,
Crumbling around my face in tatters.
Broken nerves
Bind me in place as
Colours pulse and melt.
They vaporise and
Corrode at my eyes,
But I'm unable to react to
The agony.
Children scream
In the depths of my cochlea.
Distantly, I watch as
Thorny fingers tear at their faces.
Struggling against the strands
That drift, dormant in my mind,
I try to turn away –
But paralysis clamps down on my muscles
As ripped fabric falls to a bloody floor.
My eyes flutter in sleep,
A sweaty pallor shimmers on shivering skin.
A soft whimper
As ghosts pull on my arms,
Unwilling to let me wake.
SacrificeTheir sickly screams engulf the distilled night air
As they sear though their once pure flesh
The gore dripping down their distorted bodies
Flesh chopped by the seams,
A grim satisfaction crosses their lips
Our eyes terrified opaque orbs.
In an effort to stay hidden, we lie in wait.
Our bodies cold;
Our heart palpitations, a thousand a minute
But their footsteps ebb ever closer.
Loud creaks stretch across the floorboard
Searching
Demanding their newest sacrifice.
Not me!
The host stops in front of our door
Horror struck, as the shadows linger
A breathless anticipation fills the air
They can't know. We're not here!
He wretches it open in unnecessary hostility
The door slams against the wall, wailing in protest
As he glowers down upon his victems in wait.
The wicked gleam of the blood stained knife
The psychotic twist in his delusional eyes
And his grisly, blood curdling smile
Prove to be our ruin.
Hope is just a meaningless, fanciful fantasy,
In this dungeon worse than hel
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Poetic-Youth Prompt- Breath
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Poetic-Youth has started doing bi-monthly writing prompts for its members! This prompt began August 23rd.
The entries for this prompt were wonderful. Here they are!
The next prompt is Nightmares. It will run for two weeks.
The entries for this prompt were wonderful. Here they are!
In OutThe crowd quiets
Watch the curtains raise
Wait on the side
The music starts
In out
In out
The people onstage move
Voices echo across the room
Dancing, spinning and jumping
Feel the vibrations through the floor
In out
In out
The actors freeze
See the lights dim
A high C
That's your cue
In out
In out
One step forward
Hundreds of eyes on you
Throat tightens
Chest moves
In out
In out
Look up and smile
Open your mouth
Relax
And breath
In out
In out
i stand two levels lower...I lost you when the runners came
And took you towards the pavement where
They trained you round
And round like
A plastic pony on a
Merry-go-round.
The sky was no place for me
So I fell:
Feathers dropped in circuit baths
called poetry and
Hands becoming unnecessary when
It's war that we're working for.
I sat in my
Little black and blinking room while you ran
Round and round on screens
Surround me and
I wondered why I couldn't get you off my mind.
I was in a tank and
You were in a track uniform
And
I wondered why you stopped breathing.
The next prompt is Nightmares. It will run for two weeks.
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