catfail

silly self-proclaimed poet with a plausible penchant for stupidity

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summer spells sweet

Soon came the whistling, hissing sound of soft breezes beyond the grips of Spring. Under the bold, beating, breathing sky, sweat glands rupture; a ravaging heat. Moments pass fast in the world's exuberance -- tell time only from golden streams and sunlight beams. Maybe this warmth -- this oppressive, possessive burden weighing on our sheets -- is worth it when the sunset sleeps; Even if my skin peels and fervour nigh fleets, penetrating with no Relief, I will bask in these rays, just in reach of the shifting beach.

prompt: summer, acrostic, under 200 words

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What inspired you to start writing poetry? How are you inspired to keep writing?

thanks for asking!! i think i originally started writing poetry because i was just . really really sad one time and needed to express it LOL i've always liked words and stories and such so it just felt right i suppose!

nature inspires me a lot!! especially rain, i think it's neat :) i also write to get the Big Feelings out so i guess i'm always inspired there!! i think being friends with other writers helps too, i like to bounce ideas w a few friends which honestly keeps me going through writer's block and such!

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close comfort

petrichor puddles pool around my feet; soon knee-deep, steeped in mud, algae and debris. dirt clings close to my calves, hugging my high socks like a desperate lover.

humidity snuggles against my cheeks; melding with the moistness, face rose-red in the heat. sebum and sweat slick in my sinuses, i am swaddled by the cotton clenching heap.

shadowy creatures swim slow past my knees; i am waist-deep as the murky pond water creeps. pressure building above and beneath, the surface tension unnerves me.

prompt: waist deep